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Surprise Saturday: Chapters 3 & 4

Chapter 3


As Sue and her two teenage children made their way to a table at The Riverside Cafe’, Stephen’s cell phone rang. Kate didn’t seem to notice that their mom had her brother’s phone in her hand or that she handed it to Stephen without comment. To Kate, it was her brother simply answering his own phone. Though she did not miss that he did so, despite knowing their parents told them repeatedly it was rude to do so when out with the family like that.


“Hi Sweetie,” said the cheery female voice on the other end. Sue knew Jenny’s voice. For the last five months, she’d been at their house almost as much as Dianna and Monica. Unlike some of the other girls who had come over for activities related to the school’s football team, she did not seem full of herself and condescending to Kate and her friends. That had won Jenny lots of brownie points in Sue’s book.


“And hi to you too” Sue replied. It would prove far easier for Sue to make a convincing Stephen than for Stephen to act the part of his mother. She let ‘Mom’ and Kate take their seats at the table while she talked standing off to the side.


Dianne continued the happy tone as she reported on the prior night's activities. “I really had a good time last night. That was a great idea, it was so romantic. It was a little chilly, but that made the snuggling afterward even better”. “All of it was wonderful.”


“I had a great time too,” Sue replied “and I’m so happy you did as well.”


“It looks like I will be alone at home tonight. One of my aunt’s sisters died and my parents are going to Clarks Crossing tonight so they will be out super late. They are taking my little sisters to my other Grandma’s so we will have the house all to ourselves. Can you come by?”

“What time?” Sue said. She made eyes to Kate like she was trying to get off the phone. She knew full well that their family did not allow anyone to talk on their phone when the family was sitting to eat.


“They will be leaving at like 4:00, but you will have to wait till after dark to come over. I wish we could have all day but that is just too risky. When you come, park on the next street over and come in the side gate. My parents have like all the neighbors watching the house…well watching me. I have been forbidden from leaving. I got in and out last night, but trying that twice in a row is just crazy.”


Sue didn’t like the idea of being part of a deception, but if she was to live his life, she’d better go along. And she had sympathy for the girl. Though they had never talked about sex directly, it was clear her parents were a lot like Sue’s mother. She knew how the girl felt and the truth was she thought her son was good for her.


After putting his phone away ‘Stephen’ apologized for answering Jenny’s call just before they sat down. Then he asked ‘Mom’ about going over to Jenny’s tonight. To Kate’s eyes, Mom seemed a little nervous for some reason. Then, much to Kate’s surprise, Mom agreed to let her brother go out tonight even though he’d missed curfew the night before.


Kate was puzzled about what was going on. She couldn’t put a finger on what was off, but something wasn’t normal, so she listened and watched. Something was going on. Her mom and brother seemed to be getting along all too well after last night’s loud blow-out at two in the morning. Yet, at the same time, both of them seemed to be treading carefully. But why? That question took a back seat to the unfairness of it all. She had to speak up. “Mom! Is he going to get off scot-free for breaking curfew? It was just last month I was grounded for two weeks when I came home at 1:30. You caught him at 2:00. I heard you yelling when he came in!! That is just so totally unfair!”

The response she got was astounding. Later, Kate would call it life-changing. Her mother looked right at her, seemed to think for a moment, and nodded in agreement. “You are right. I need to make it up to you. I guess this is as good a time to discuss this as any.”


Mom put down the menu. Kate knew she didn’t need it anyway. “I apologize for blowing up at him when you were trying to sleep. This morning while you were reading, we had a talk. Stephen told me some things I did not understand and it was because of that misunderstanding that he was late last night. So, in this case, I feel it is only fair that I own the problem and not punish Stephen for it.”


Kate was both confused and gratified. She had no idea what her mother was talking about, but she’d been right to know something was off.


“I’m sure you remember when your father and I posted the house rules. At the time you guys were too young to really need them, but we were trying to make a statement by putting them up. However, it seems that we didn’t make our intent as clear as we thought. You and your brother seem to have inferred something far different, nearly the opposite of our intent. It was the misunderstanding of the intent that led your brother to be late last night.”


Sue (in Stephens’ body) tensed. She had not intended him to bring that up to Kate today….at The Riverside Cafe’. She struggled for a way to stop him but could not think of one that would not make things worse.


Stephen tried to say it like his mother had just said it before they left the house. “Katie, when your brother and I were processing what happened last night, I realized the fault was mine. Your brother had been out late to spend intimate time with Jenny rather than to just bring her home and do it in his bedroom.”


Kate couldn’t believe what Mom seemed to be saying. ‘Was she really saying that she knew that Stephen had been out screwing his girlfriend? No that wasn’t possible, but it seemed she was.’


Her mother went on “Your father and I somehow seem to have given you and your brother the impression that we did not want you to…” She looked around. Her back was to an open space so there was little chance of being over heard. Even so, she spoke just above a whisper. “…we did not mean to make you think we did not want you to have sex in the house when your father or I were at home. That was the exact opposite of what we meant. With the rules we posted we were trying to let you know that when you were ready, that our home was the best place for you to have sex; and that you had no need to hide what you were doing. We wanted you to be safe and comfortable as you enjoy your teen years to their fullest. I actually regret waiting till I was in college to begin really enjoying sex. One of the big reasons I struggled so much in high school and my freshman year of college was my mother had programmed me to think I had to wait till I got married. That messed me up. If she even suspected I had sex with my high school sweetheart…well it would have been bad. Even when your father and I moved in together my senior year of college…yes college…she was angry and hurt. You know full well your dad and I don’t believe like she does; but I seem to have given you the impression that I was embarrassed or didn’t want to be aware of when you and your boyfriends were getting it on in the house. That is not so. From here on out, if you want to bring home a boy and spend the afternoon in your bed, you can just say so and I won’t disturb you. When the weather warms up, if you want to make love under the sun in the back yard, just let me know. I’ll even set you out blankets and bring you ice tea when you are done. How is that for making it up to you?”


Kate was in a catatonic state. She was reeling. ‘Where had this come from?’ her mind screamed. She knew her mother was as far from being a prude as she could get. Kate had even posed nude for her mother’s paintings many times since she was little. She also knew there must be over a thousand nude and sex photos on her mother’s computer that she did not know that she and Dianna had seen. The pics were of both of their mothers and fathers at swinger sex parties. She had never let on to her mother that she knew that Mom and Dad fucked other people at parties like that. And then a few months after that beach trip, her mother hadn’t even raised the slightest objection when, just before her fifteenth birthday, Kate announced she was ready to start having sex and wanted to get on birth control. But this? ‘Did Mom really just say she’d bring me and a guy iced tea after we had sex in the backyard in broad daylight? She had done a school report on when Don’t Ask Don’t Tell was replaced with open and legal gay marriage. For the people involved was it like this?’ Not knowing what else to say Kate answered by just saying “Really?”

At the same time, Kate was trying to make sense of this, across the table her mother (in her brother’s body) blanched. The gamesmanship was getting out of Sue’s control. Though Stephen didn’t actually say anything she would disagree with, she certainly wouldn’t have just laid it out like that. She hoped this didn’t backfire and make her daughter even more secretive. This made her very uncomfortable, but there was absolutely nothing she could do.


Stephen thought “Mom” needed to further clarify the house rules, so he continued. “You two have had a 1:00 AM curfew since you first started dating. The intent was never that you had to be home, only that you were off the road. So, we still expect you to be off the road by one, but let me make the meaning more clear. So, Katie, I want you to understand that you can spend the night with boys, just like you do with your girl friends.”


Kate seemed to be trying to work out the catch. There had to be a catch. There had to be a ‘but’ or a clawback of some kind.


Mom nodded, “Yes Kate. I mean if you want to, you can sleep with your male friends from the art club at their homes as long as their parents know and agree. But I will need to confirm that with one of the parents in advance. But, when you think about it, that is no different than the rule about you sleeping over at a girl’s house. I always have touched base with a parent first.” She paused then added “Now, of course since you are only sixteen the boys you sleep with can’t be more than eighteen years old; but I don’t think that is an issue. Is it?”


Sue knew that she had not put in that detail when talking to Stephen earlier. Why had he added the age caveat? He was right though. She was actually glad he had made the addition. He seemed to be ahead of her on this.


After a period of silence, Kate said “No that is fine. Thanks, Mom. Really, I mean I have really wanted to be open about it. I’ve been telling Stephen for a while that you are way more open about sex than he thinks, way, way more open. You know how clueless guys can be about what women do. He has insisted that you did not want to know directly about our sex lives. So does that mean I can wear the kind of stuff you do around the house and at our friends swimming pools? Summer will be here soon, and since you said I can have sex in the backyard, does that also mean I can wear your bikinis? I mean the micro thongs you wear.”


It was Sue’s turn to be taken aback. While she already knew that Kate was not offended at Mom’s exposure in her studio, around the house or at their friend's swimming events; she was now spelling out yet another huge inconsistency in what Mom could do versus what Kate was allowed to do. It was obvious that Kate had been thinking about her mother’s double standard regarding what she wore and what she let Kate wear for some time. Sue had never planned to set one standard for herself and another for her daughter. It had just snuck up on her. Since…well since before she had kids, Sue’s night and early morning attire has always been tee-shirt and panties. Not those long tee-shirts made for nightshirts, but just regular tee-shirts. She had a whole collection of concert shirts that made up her nighttime wardrobe. She was rather proud of them, even if nowadays more had come from eBay than from concerts she had been to. Some of the ones she had actually bought at concerts were pretty old and ratty and none of them went lower than the top of her hips or even began to reach her panties. Because Mom’s panties were usually very low rise and nearly all thongs, seeing her auburn pubic hair was simply not note-worthy.


Occasionally, after sex, she did not put on panties at all when she went down to the kitchen for something to eat or drink. To her kids, that was normal nightwear for their mother and always had been. Even on those rare occasions when they caught her downstairs in her concert shirts without any panties at all, it was just Mom’s way. After all, Mom wasn’t embarrassed if they saw her bottomless, so why should they be?


Yet, despite her own dressing habits, when Kate had been transitioning out of her Disney Princess nightgowns, Sue had told her she was too young to dress like mom and insisted her daughter wear full pajama sets outside of her bedroom. Somehow, she’d forgotten to tell Kate when she was finally old enough to wear a tee shirt and thong around the house like Mom did.


Sue actually knew the very day that she had shut the door on Kate dressing like Mom. It had only taken once, three years before, for Sue to tell pubescent Kate that she was too old to wear a top that exposed too much of her growing breasts while walking around the house. That one comment had created a defacto rule. Sue might as well have put the rule in writing that it was OK for Mom to expose her body around the house but Kate could not do the same. The hypocrisy was complete in that the family room (a converted garage) was more or less the kid’s space, just like the studio was hers. At sixteen it was clear Kate thought the double standard was wrong. Sue couldn’t disagree.


Sue’s daytime home wear was actually fairly normal “mom clothes,’ but she knew that kind of attire was not what Kate was asking about. Kate was clearly referring to her studio ‘togs.’ The men’s overalls she wore even when she was with the students from the Tuesday art group literally left nothing of her breasts to the imagination. Not only when she bent over were her entire breasts visible from the side, a good many times in the last year and a half, one of her mom’s breasts had fully come out during the sessions. Not once did her mother seem embarrassed or even apologize for exposing herself to the teenagers.

More or less, Kate was asking if she could wear what her mom did in the studio not just in front of the family, but when her friends were over. But Sue suspected that Kate was not planning to do so, only to clarify she could if she wanted. One thing she had asked about in the last few months was for her and/or Dianna to pose nude for her friends in the Tuesday art group. Though at the time she’d quashed the idea, now that Sue knew that her daughter has had sex with all but the one gay guy in the group, that request seemed completely reasonable.


Only now did she fully understand that for years she had inadvertently created wildly inconsistent rules that served her needs while ignoring what Kate wanted. Beginning when Katie was very young, her mother had used her in her work. When she was still in diapers, Sue did her first nude painting with her daughter as the subject. However, to be clear, saying little Katie posed for her mother would be overstating the facts. In truth, until she was approaching puberty, Katie just played (both clothed and unclothed) while her mother made reference drawings and photos that were later turned into her artworks. Those paintings were all about the innocence of childhood. They were intentionally asexual. For instance, she made a series of paintings of her daughter when she was five and six-years-old playing in sunny meadows or picking flowers wearing only her skin.

Even when Katie’s body began to develop when she was eleven, Sue continued to work with the motif of innocence. It was in the summer of her daughter’s twelfth year two things happened. One was that Katie was old enough to pose for long stretches of time for her mother to work and the other was she was too old to simply ignore she was developing a young woman’s body. It was after doing a full-frontal nude of a bored Katie leaning against a doorframe that caused Sue not to paint her in the nude again for a year and a half. Though she’d intended it to be as asexual as the prior paintings had been, it was not. Katie's small, but well rounded, breasts and the patch of bright red pubic hair gave the finished work a feeling of latent sexuality that made Sue uncomfortable… though not so uncomfortable not to sell it for over $2,000.


It was the summer between Katie’s 8th and 9th grade year when Sue had to rethink her willingness to use her girl as a nude model again. In planning for a new collection of paintings, Sue booked a week-long stay at a beach house on Ocracoke Island, part of the Outer Banks off the North Carolina coast. She’d been clued in on what a great location the Outer Banks were from a fellow artist. Nearly all of the fifteen-mile-long island was part of the Hatteras National Seashore, and thus totally undeveloped. According to her friend, it was one of the few places on the East Coast that looked like it must have when the first Europeans arrived. Because neither her husband nor son would be able to come due to other commitments, she’d invited her close friend Vivian to come along to model for her. Viv had posed for Sue many times in the past and Sue was sure she’d be a great model for this project. She had planned to do the preliminary sketches that would become a series of beach paintings, some as nudes of Vivian on the beach and some as just land/seascapes. However, that was not what happened.


Along with the two women came fourteen-year-old Katie and Viv’s thirteen-year-old girl, Dianne. They disrupted Sue’s plans. On the two-hour ferry ride from the North Carolina coast to the island, Katie directly asked her mom, “Why aren’t you going to have me pose for you too? You haven’t had me model for you for over a year… in the nude I mean. I think my body looks great and I would be as good as any of the other models you use.”


It was true but Sue didn’t want to explain why she’d stopped using Katie as a nude model. In fact, she didn’t think her own discomfort should matter since clearly her daughter didn’t feel the same way. But at that moment, when she asked to be one of the subjects in her mother’s new collection, Sue couldn’t say no. Not surprisingly, before the ferry made it to Ocracoke, Vivian’s precocious daughter Dianne wanted to know why she was left out and asked to pose too. In the end, all of the new paintings would feature topless or nude subjects. Each of the five full days Sue had on the island, she had two art sessions on lonely stretches of the seashore: from 8:00 AM till about 11:00 AM then again from 4:30 PM till about 6:30 PM. The times coincided with the first ferry arriving with day visitors to the island and when the last ferry left. It also provided the best lighting. In those ten sessions, only twice was her group interrupted by other people. Both times they pulled on their swimsuits quickly. That was because in addition to the one(s) modeling the other two or three didn’t wear a top the entire time, and as often as not they wore no bottoms either.


The second group to arrive while Sue was working was what looked to be college students. One of the girls told Viv there was no need to cover up for their sake before they made their own camp near where Sue was working on a sketch of the two girls running topless in the surf. To make their point, the three girls in the group all removed their tops before laying out their towels.


By the end of the week, she did two or three individual nudes either near the seagrass of the high dune or right at the surf’s edge with each of her three “models.” She also did a series of sketches of the two teenage girls playing together in the water, some with bottoms and some without. They had also brought with them Dianne’s puppy, which gave Sue an additional element… and she did one sketch of just the dog playing in the water. For each new sketch she made on a fresh canvas, she took a series of photos to help her when she got back to her studio where she planned to turn them all into oil paintings.


While the nudity was planned in her paintings, Sue had not planned for it to become the standard attire for the week while they were on the lonely beaches. Just as in the paintings, it was a mix of topless sunbathing and fully nude. For her part, Sue wore just her bikini bottoms while she painted. On the very last day, she skipped even that.

There was no question to Sue that Katie was completely comfortable around her mother and her mother’s friend fully unclothed. It could have been a turning point for Sue and Katie’s relationship, but it was not. On the way home, Sue told the girls “What happens at the beach stays at the beach. Don’t think you can sunbathe without your swimsuit at the house when we get home. Looking back Sue couldn’t recall why she’d been so forceful on that point. After all, even then she knew that she was going to spend the next few months turning those sketches into a collection of paintings for all her clients to see (and hopefully buy).


The collection of paintings came out beautifully and made Sue more money than any collection she’d ever done. As much as an experiment as anything, she made a clay bias relief sculpture of Katie with Dianne’s dog. From the mold of that first piece, she made a dozen painted cast resin copies which she painted and numbered x of twelve. What she’d not expected was that Katie would claim one of them for her own and hang it right on her bedroom wall. Not only had she not been embarrassed by her mother’s oil paintings of her at the beach, but every visitor to her bedroom since she started high school had seen the bias relief of her fully nude.

After that, Katie… now wanting to be called Kate, was simply one of her regular models. Just a few months ago Sue had done a full-length nude of Kate. She’d even shown that particular painting to the Tuesday Art Commune and used it as a teaching prop to discuss working with nude models. So, while Kate could talk about posing nude and her art friends all saw the final product, still Sue did not let Kate pose that way for her friends. That was unfair to Kate and made no sense, even to Sue.

The issue of swimwear had become even more of a bone of quiet contention since that beach trip a year and a half ago. Kate had never directly asked for a micro-thong bikini like the ones Mom sunned in (even when Stephen's friends were at the house). Nor had she asked to wear one to go swimming at the Flint’s or Pulaski’s last summer; but, now with her question Kate was making it clear that she wanted the choice but did not think it had been available to her. The simple fact was Sue had never bought her daughter anything but full-coverage bikinis, nor had she even asked if her girl wanted the kind of revealing swimwear her mother almost always wore. Once again Sue had passively created a double standard.


Suddenly she was ashamed.


Stephen cut his eyes to his mom or rather as Kate saw it, Mom cut her eyes over to her brother. Her brother gave a tiny nod and her mother turned back with a smile and said “Yes. You can, and should dress as you please. I wear what I like, and you should have the right to do the same. If I can wear my painting togs around your friends there is no reason you cannot do the same. I was wrong to have ever suggested otherwise. And if my swimwear fits you, any of it, you can wear it whenever you think it is appropriate. Or if you want you can just go online and pick out a couple of suits for yourself and I’ll order them for you.”


Her brother cut in “But I wouldn’t get stuff just to wear at the Flint’s or Pulaski’s pools, or to wear while you sun at home. You still need something that is legal to wear at public beaches and swimming pools.”


Kate thought it odd that his brother cared at all what she wore. Odd or not, he was right. Perhaps that was something Jenny had talked about given what happened at the Pep Squad’s Lake Party. She followed up with another question for her mother. “And what about the stuff I’ve seen you wear to parties? Can I dress like that for my dates?”


This time her mother didn’t hesitate. “You and I can pretty much where each other’s clothes now. So my wardrobe is open to you. Anything that fits you, you can borrow. From here on out it will be on you to decide what is too extreme to wear out. If you want, next week we can go to the mall or go online so you can pick out some spring and summer clothes. Your choices entirely, not mine.”

“Anything?” Kate repeated.


Her brother blanched and then said “How much can she spend? Do I get just as much? How about we both get $500 for new spring and summer clothes?” Though even as she said it she knew she had no intention of letting Stephen have that much. Fairness be damned, this wasn’t about Stephen. If cleaning up this mess actually did cost $1,000 that would still be a bargain.

Mom nodded and said, “OK, you can both have $500 for clothes for spring and summer… but that includes shoes.”


Kate’s face told Sue that her daughter was beginning to believe this wasn’t some cruel trick. “Thanks Mom.” After that, Kate began to ramble on about certain kinds of clothes she had seen on social media that she thought would look good on her. As their late breakfast wore on they talked about clothes, style and fashion. Kate seemed impressed that her mother seemed to know who many of the popular people on social media were. This in turn gave her creditability when she spoke with some confidence about which online influencers could be trusted to know where the line between sexy and trashy lay for young women.


Sue was bewildered by an entire world of youth culture of which she had not a clue. But she once again saw this inexplicable body switch had paved the way for her to repair her ability to talk to her kids. Still she asked herself ‘How does Stephen know all that stuff about girls' fashion and social media influencers?’ It was a question she was dying to ask. Then she realized she would have to give herself a crash course on teen fashion in the next few days to pass as Stephen who was posing as her.


By the time they stood to leave her daughter asked “Mom, I’ve known forever you know a ton about how sexy clothes look on real people. I just didn’t know you followed so many people that I do. Can you help me pick out stuff that will work for me?”


Only then did Sue breathe easy. Her son’s performance playing her had been more effective than she could have done herself. Once again it seems this event was breaking down barriers that she had unintentionally built over years. One more possible reason she’d triggered this curse.

While ‘Mom’ went to pay, Sue thought about dinner tonight. Stephen would have to play her at a restaurant for an hour before they actually got to the club. But, if he could keep on topics like this and off of actual knowledge of open marriage, polyamory, and the swing club itself he would be OK. But what if the couple asked her about specific events? She would need to give Stephen some detailed information. The photo archive on her studio computer would help. That way Stephen could bring up specific events and turn to Calvin to take over. ‘Yes, that would work’ she thought.


Kate rushed out of the downtown café with her phone to her head. She had a lot of information to share with her friends now. The first call was to Monica. Once in the car Kate asked to be dropped off at her best friend’s house. “Monica and I are going to work on a shopping list. Since I don’t care about actual name brands, I can get a killer spring and summer wardrobe with $500.”

When Kate was out of the car, Sue’s first question was how Stephen knew so much about girl’s fashion.


Stephen laughed, “Well, it’s not like I meant to learn all that, but when Jenny is over, she and Kate talk about it and about who they look to on the net to guide them. And when Jenny and I are with Emjay Wilson, there is even more talk about those things. It seems that Jenny is getting help from Emjay as well as from Kate and Monica about how to change her wardrobe to match her evolving image of herself. I’m just along for the ride.”


“Well, I owe you one,” Sue said. “You did a great job back there. Better than I could have done.” She was happy to be able to honestly praise her son in playing her. He would need all the confidence he could get. She then began to brief him on what to say and do around his father to keep him from becoming suspicious.


“Try to stay on topics that I would talk about and that you know about. Plead ignorance if any kind of sports talk comes up since I don’t keep up with that. Knowing too much would tell him something is wrong. Be non-committal if possible. And if you need to, call me on your cell phone. Tell him you told Kate you would call. I can keep you on the phone for a good portion of the drive to the club.”


When they made it home, Calvin’s car was still not there. Sue had a text saying that he was stopped dead due to a big wreck on I-26. “That’s a break. The first thing is for us to get working on your outfits.”


As they went up the stairs she said “You will need three complete sets: one to wear to the club, one to put on about 10:00, and one to put on after we are done. Sometimes I will be invited by a single or couple to play early on … by play, I mean to have sex. Unless you just can’t bring yourself to do it, take the offer. As long as you are busy in a playroom, you will not have to make conversation.”


She moved quickly in her son’s body because she did not know how much time they had. She went right to her walk-in closet. She liked the experience of being 6’ 1”, she could reach things much easier than she could normally. She took what looked to be a small leather suitcase from the top shelf. She began her son’s preparation by saying, “If Calvin suggests you bring toys to the club, you will be best off with my harness. You will be able to fake skill with a strap-on dildo better than the other things.”


Sue opened the brown leather soft case on a closet shelf. In the suitcase were all sorts of vibrators, dildos and even a few things Stephen didn’t know what they did. He was past being shocked, now it was just learning time. She took what looked like leather webbing with a chrome ring on one side. “This is my good harness. It goes with this. She pulled out what looked to be a big dildo and a small dildo attached at a 45° angle. “Take this to your room. I’m guessing when your father gets home he’ll want a nap, so once he’s asleep I’ll show you how to put it on and to work it.”

She then pulled out a plastic container. “In here are condoms, lube, oils, and the like. I use my blue tote to carry my things to the club. The condoms are lubricated so you shouldn’t need the lube tonight. Stephen was looking in the box and added “And you have pictures too?” seeing several stacks of prints bound with rubber bands and a plastic case holding 8x10’s.


“Yea, those are from before we went digital. I have nudes going back to my sophomore year in college” she explained.


“So where are the digital pics?” he asked as he began looking through the photos. She was glad he didn’t even pick up the plastic case that held dozens of 8x10’s. Some of those were much more recent than the photos which were all more than fifteen years old.


After keeping those files out of the kid’s hands for so long, for some reason she didn’t hesitate giving up the big secret. “On both desktops, the one in your dad’s study and the one in my studio there is a directory on drive ‘D’ called Zazzel.” Perhaps because it was not a child who asked her about her photos was the reason why she did not even hesitate to tell where they could be found. Why didn’t she even try to put him off? Where was her ability to think before she acted? Was this what it’s like to have a seventeen-year-old boy’s brain? She didn’t seem to be able to think before saying things. Maybe this was part of the lesson she needed to learn. She just said “We don’t have time for you to look at the photos. I promise, tomorrow I’ll let you take them to your room and look at your leisure, but right now we are in a hurry.”


From a hanger, she took a burgundy wool skirt. It was knee length but the sides were cut almost to the waistband, “here, this will be easier for you to walk in than a mini, and wear these red boots because the heel isn’t very tall and your dad really likes them.” Finally, she pointed to a navy blazer, “and wear that... and…” She looked at the rack and picked out a completely see-through blue blouse.


Sue led her son back out of the closet and opened a dresser drawer. “Here is one of my favorite bras for going out with friends.” She handed him a dark blue bra and an unopened hosiery package. “These are suspender hose, kind of like combined garter and hose in one. It should make it easier on you. You can wear them all night unless you get into the hot tub or pool. Put them on first, and the thong after, otherwise you’ll need to take off the stockings to get off the panties. That is a real pain when you go pee.”


They heard the automatic garage door open.


“OK, your father is home, you go and look busy dusting the living room. I’ll pick out some appropriate accessories and lingerie for later on. I’ll put them in your room for now.

Stephen did as he was told. He rushed down and grabbed the Pledge& paper towels. While he heard his dad come in, he pretended not to. The slap to his rear was a surprise as was the whispered words in his ear.


“Your stud is back from doing his duty” his dad said with some pride.


“Welcome home” was Stephen’s weak reply, but much to his relief, his dad did not want to talk right then and didn’t lean in to give him a kiss.


“I’m sorry honey, but I’ve got to get a nap. I told them you’d email where to meet for dinner before we go to the club. I figure we need to leave about 6:30. I maybe got two hours sleep last night, perhaps less. She was insatiable.”


With that he was gone. Stephen was relieved. He put down the cleaning supplies and lay out on the couch. It fit him much better in his mom’s body than his own. He had been on edge for hours. Now he could relax for a few minutes. He was asleep in seconds.


He was awakened by his mother (or rather by himself).


“Does this thing ever really turn off?” she asked him pointing to the bulge in the sweatpants.

“Not very often” he grinned. “It looks like you are going commando. It’s more comfortable, but your dick will be more obvious when it is hard. Jenny likes it when I go like that when we are just hanging around here… she can’t keep her hands off me… outside and inside of my sweats.”

Sue almost choked at how casually Stephen had been telling her that his girlfriend liked to play with his dick around their house. Shifting to her agenda she said, “Your dad is zonked out. Come on we have a good many more things to go over while we can. I texted Kate I would pick her up at about 5:30. So, let’s head down to my studio now. Even if your dad wakes up we will be able to hear him with enough time to hide what we have out.”


When Sue and Calvin had gotten married and moved to Rock Hill, Calvin had promised he would build her a home studio. It took five years, but when the young CPA had established himself and finances had eased, they bought the spacious home in which they had lived ever since. But before they even moved in, Calvin had a studio built for her as an addition to the side of the back porch. With a twelve-foot open rafter ceiling and two of the four walls made mostly of glass and large skylights in the sloped roof; it was all she could have wanted. The windows all looked out onto their large backyard that looked onto the woods beyond their home.

Sue had never wanted to be anything but an artist. As a teenager she discovered the world of art, but it was in college she learned to become something more than herself through her art. She fell in love with the Jazz Age and art deco as a teenager. When other art students saw themselves as neo-hippies or beats, she envisioned herself as a liberated woman from the world of F. Scott Fitzgerald. In her first two years she experimented with the styles of Lempicka, Erte, & Lepape, yet only when she added a dose of Norman Lindsey & modern realism did her own unique and distinct style emerge. Though she tried many subjects, she kept coming back to the nude. So it was nudes she painted while Calvin worked on his master’s degree in accounting and it was her nudes that started her on the road to success. But when they moved from the cultural hotspot of Charleston to a backwater town her career died. Only when she moved into her new studio and began marketing online did she begin rebounding.


Inside her studio against the side wall was a wide but cluttered desk. Painting was the easy part, the business of promoting and selling her work took more time than she spent with a brush in her hand. Though she hated the business part, it was the only way to generate money from her work so as to justify the time and expense the studio represented. Though Calvin was nice about it, the tax deductions they got from her home business were more important to their finances than the money she brought in by sales. Beside the desk was her desktop computer and her printer, with the two oversized monitors and keyboard right in front of the office chair. Across from the desk was the one solid wall that had been the home’s exterior before the addition. Her standard ‘set’ was an antique Victorian-style chaise lounge and folding partitions. While this was her basic set up, for many modeling sessions she moved the chaise and partitions to use a backdrop hung from the wall and posing stools or chairs. This area was where her models, who were almost all her friends, posed nude for hours at a time. The studio was cluttered by racks holding painting supplies, work tables and a good two dozen paintings leaning against the walls. But to Sue it was her refuge and place to truly be herself. Perhaps that was why she refused to change how she dressed in her studio.

Sue shut the door behind her and took the harness from her blue tote bag and turned to Stephen wearing her body. “This took me a while to get to work when I first got it, but for you tonight, it might be your best bet as you are used to having a dick.”


Stephen laughed.


“Pull up the hem of the dress and take off your panties” she told him. He complied without comment; despite the fact he thought the order was weird…and kinda hot.


“The way this works is you put one end inside you, and the other in your partner. Now I usually put the small end in me and leave the bigger one for my partner, unless I’m doing them anal, then I put the big end in me.”


Once again, Stephen had to make himself act like this talk from his mom was no big deal; but it was a huge fucking deal. His mom just casually was telling him about fucking people in the ass with her strap-on. If he had his dick, it would be rock hard.


She handed him the boomerang shaped dildo. “First put it in you. You should lubricate it before you do. You can use the KY or Atsroglide you will find in my travel bag, but if you are already turned on it is easier to just slide it between your inner lips for a moment to pick up your natural lubricants.”

Stephen just stood looking at the thing she’d put in his hand.


She tried not to laugh at his expression. Taking a tube of KY from the tote she said “Here spread it all over the surface, and especially at the head.”


He gingerly used two fingers to move the thick fluid around.


She nodded and said “OK good. Now put it in.”


His eyes got big “How do I do that?”


His mother couldn’t’ hold back this time. She laughed out loud. “I guess women who use this kind of dildo have been putting dicks or toys up inside themselves for years. Here, I’d better help. Sit on the edge of the chair.”


He took a seat in the office chair by the desk.


“Spread your legs for me.” Sue looked at her body from a vantage point she’d never seen. Her outer and inner lips spread out before her eyes. She was pleased that the ‘composition’ and ‘balance” was quite aesthetically pleasing. In other words, she had a pretty pussy. She’d had the hair on her outer labial lips permanently removed by electrolysis more than a decade ago, she’d done it because she knew she and her partners both liked cunnilingus better on a bare labia. But, now she considered the minimalist visual qualities that choice had produced. Her two inner lips were just large enough to peek out when her legs were closed, but open like this they had an inviting look she’d never considered no matter how many times she’d masturbated looking in a mirror. She could see the prominent clitoral ridge stood up firmly which told Sue that her son was sexually aroused even though he gave no verbal sign. She didn’t blame him.

She also liked how her pubic patch permanently etched into a diamond of flame red hair was both memorable and fit the spare ascetic of her over all pubic look. While she’d used a mirror to see her labia while she masturbated since she was fifteen years old, and she had plenty of photos that showed it; this was different. Seeing her entire sex like this, in person on her knees between her own legs, was a totally new experience. It pleased her how she looked. She felt the penis in her sweat pants stiffening…again.


She put out her index finger and traced the outer ridge of her labia majora. She noticed “her” hips quiver. The same reaction happened again when she ran her finger along the now fully engorged center ridge. She however did not pull back the clitoral hood or touch the pink bud that she could just barely see. That would be too much for her son. But, she did let her (Stephen’s) finger part the inner lips and slide between them. It was already moist, but slowly moving that finger up and down in the cleft, until it was fully inside her vagina, brought a virtual cascade of lubricants. She heard Stephen moan softly. He seemed to be trying to stifle his response.


“Good,” she said in as clinical of a voice she could muster, “Now you are ready. At the club I’m sure you will already be flowing with lubricants before you put this on, if you use it at all. Just because I’m preparing you for using this does not mean you need to. I just want you to be ready if someone asks.” She looked up and indicated for Stephen to hand the dildo back to her. His eyes told her he was not just turned on, he was actually terrified.


“Relax” she said trying to calm him, but the baritone voice coming from her didn’t have the same soothing qualities of her own. “This is totally normal and natural. Being a woman is a wonderful thing.” As she spoke she used two fingers to spread the little lips apart and she eased the silicon phallus in a little. “You know you are lucky beyond words that you get this experience.” She slowly moved it in and out, getting deeper each stroke. “Focus on every sensation so that in years to come you will know how your partner feels.”


He grunted out an agreement.


Though she was using the smaller of the two connected silicon penises, it was still as big as the average man. “What I am doing…” she said as she continued to move the dildo all the way in and half way out “…is working up your natural lubricants. As things, fingers, penises, or dildos move in and out, your vagina will secrete a lubricant that will make it easier and feel better. Some women need to use lube while having vaginal sex, but so far I’ve never needed it.”


She found it quite easy to put herself into teaching mode without even considering she was surely giving a great deal of pleasure, nor the reality that it was her son inside that body.


Stephen, on the other hand, had never felt anything remotely like this. It was not the inverse of normal fucking. It was, well….. being filled. The stimulation was nice as she moved the dildo in and out. Not over the top, like playing with the head of his penis, but mild like stroking the shaft. He felt his nipples push on the fabric of the bra. But all too soon, his mother pushed the dildo all the way in and stopped.


“I know” she said in an almost whisper “It feels good. But if you want to get yourself off with the dildo, you’ll have to do it yourself. I can guide you, but I won’t do it for you. For now I’m just going to show you how to put on the harness, that‘s it.”


She stayed down between his legs, and looked up at him. She could tell he was in need. “Here, I’ll wait for a minute while you experiment. You don’t need to be finding all this out tonight.” She took his hand and placed it on the center of the two headed device, and with her hand over his, she moved it in and out. “Now, you’ll find both angle and speed changes how it feels.” She stood and Stephen took over the manipulation of the dildo.


Stephen simply had no words to say. This was so much, so very much to take in. He guided the dildo in and out slowly. There was no way he could do this if his mother was in her own body standing in front of him; but this was more like jacking off in front of one of his friends. He could feel the arousal from both the feelings and from watching the shaft push in slowly and pull back. His mother was right, each angle felt different. It all felt good, but something was missing when he did it himself. Unlike stroking his cock, he really had no skill in this. He really wanted her to do it again, but did not want to say so. He stopped and looked up to his mother who inhabited his body.


“So soon? From how turned on you were, I thought you’d do that for a while” she said. She didn’t want to admit it but it had turned her on too, that ever-ready penis was again fully engorged and she found it difficult to ignore.


“I think you did it differently.” He paused and then quietly said, “Could you show me again?”

Even though less than three minutes before she had told him she would not do it, she was back on her knees in front of him…well herself. A voice seemed to tell her this reversal was the male body’s doing. She was all too aware of the erection in her pants. Stephen handed her the dildo. Sliding it back in easily, she thought her lips looked very pretty the way they wrapped around the marbled green and white silicone phallus as it penetrated her.


“OK, I will talk you through it. You should know this stuff even if you weren’t going to be a woman at a sex club for a night.” She laughed a little. He smiled. That seemed to break the tension. She began to stroke slowly. “When I was your age, the so-called experts told women that there were two kinds of orgasms, vaginal and clitoral. Now we know that the clitoris is way more than the little nub you see. It is a large organ that attaches to the pelvic bone and wraps around the top half of the vagina. It even has sacks that inflate like your penis does. What you see outside is the body and glans of the clitoris. That is the part that is like a tiny penis shaft and head.’ She placed her left hand on Stephen and used her thumb to lightly stroke the clitoral shaft. It really was very sexy to watch. Continuing to stroke the shaft, she continued her narration. “It even has a foreskin called the hood.” She lightly stroked the hood. She knew all too well how wonderful that would feel to him. “We know now, well I think many women always knew, almost all orgasms involve the clitoris to one extent or another.”


She could tell he was responding to both the touch of her thumb and the four inch strokes with the dildo she was gently making to warm him back up. She ignored it and kept talking. “I can almost always have an orgasm through vaginal penetration alone. Not all women can. A good way to look like me tonight is to stay on top as much as possible. That is what your father and our friends will expect me, well you, to do.” She lowered the base of the dildo so the head pressed on the roof of his vagina. “As you know, when a guy is on his back his dick doesn’t point up to the ceiling. When on his back his penis wants to point parallel to his body. So when you sit up with his penis inside you, that presses the head on the roof of your vagina, just like I am doing now. Can you see how that feels different?


He nodded. In a weak voice he said “Yes. It feels really good. Well it all feels good, but I can tell the difference.”


“You are paying attention to your body. That is important. Like I said, tonight, mount up when you get a chance. I can, and often do, get a whole room watching while I save a horse and ride a cowboy.” She smiled to herself but she knew he probably didn’t know the song from which that phrase came. “Doing that will put you fully in control and you won’t be faced with something surprising.”


“Like what?” came Stephen’s response.


“Like a hundred things, but the point is you need to stay in control with something that is easy to do. Now pay attention.”


She was holding the center, waist, of the double dildo. She moved it so that the tip of the head was making little circles a few inches behind his pelvic bone. She also increased the pressure as she rubbed the clitoral ridge. “I am actually stimulating the large interior part of your clitoris. In my day they called it a g-spot but that term is largely out of use because it is not accurate.” She worked the dildo to stroke and twist as if she were riding a man and rolling her hips. “Can you feel that?”

In a less sure voice than before he said “Yeah, I can feel it hitting differently each time.”


After a dozen more slow strokes, she looked up. His eyes were closed. One hand was gripping a boob. She suspected that he wanted to grasp his (her) breasts. “If you want to, it will feel better if you take off the dress and bra and stimulate your nipples directly.”


He didn’t say anything but pulled off the dress and began struggling with the bra.


“Oh, that won’t do tonight” she said. “Slip the straps down and pull out your arms.” He did. “Now turn the whole thing so the cups are behind you. That way you can unfasten it easily. You can do the same thing in reverse to put on the bra or the lingerie I picked out for you to change into. You will know when to change because other women will start changing.” All the while she kept working the dildo. She began to use several fingers to firmly rub the entirety of his upper vulva.

In short order he gripped both boobs with his whole hands. Soon however he realized the error of his approach and took both nipples between thumb and forefingers. She thought how much he was learning. This was a master class in making love to women she decided.


She looked back down at her work with the dildo as he tweaked his (her) quite erect nipples. She tried not to think how perhaps tomorrow those will be hers again, yet he will have the memory of playing with them. Looking at the dildo working in and out she once again thought how good she looked down here with a penis filling her up. She had never appreciated how attractive it was. With this on her mind, she continued her narrative. “Now feel how I move the stroke angle up and down and side to side? I know how good it feels. You achieve this feeling while on a man by rotating your hips


Not just front to back but side to side and twisting too. I’m sure you’ve felt Jenny and Monica do it. Now you can feel why.”


In a breathy voice he said “Oh fuck yea.”


She did not comment on his language then thought to herself, ‘I really should do reverse cowgirl more often, especially when in a group. How could any man or woman resist watching and wanting to put their face down there?’ She batted down the thought of doing just that right then. She was not going to go down on her son even if he was in her, rather sexy, body. And besides, that would up the risk they were taking. She’d have him screaming in less than a minute if she did. Forcibly, she replaced that thought with a more detached view. ‘How would it look if I were doing a bigger dick?’ With that question in mind she slipped the small end of the “V” shaped piece of silicone out, turned it around and ran the head of the larger phallus up between her inner lips several times. There was more than enough lubricant flowing to get it slick. She was only vaguely aware of the effect that had on Stephen. She knew it was vain to sit there appraising the beauty of her labia; but it kept her mind off of the things her seventeen-year-old male body wanted her to dwell on… like driving that screaming erection into the vagina in front of her. The larger shaft slid in easily.


“Yes,” she thought. ‘That does look good. I like how this big penis forces the front part of my labia into a barrel shape. It spreads open my outer lips, highlights my clitoral ridge, and shows off my really pretty inner lips as they grip the shaft as it moves. They are not too big or too small. They have just the right shade of light pink without looking too red or dark. Damn, I’m fine! No wonder I get more head from both men and women than anyone else I know. I really need to get a photo set done of me like this. But who has a cock just this size?’


She continued to slide the dildo in and out slightly changing the angle each time. She was more or less tuning out Stephen as she appraised the impact of how the changes affected the look of her womanly parts. She knew this was a once in a life time opportunity to really see how she presented to others in bed. When she did turn her attention back to Stephen, he had let go of her breasts to grip the arms of the chair. He began to thrust his hips and add his own rotating movements.

“Good Stephen. Just like that. You are learning” she encouraged and began to reduce her movements with the artificial penis so as to let him take charge of the sensations. “Now tonight you might consider using both the standard female superior position and the reverse of that. Just turn around to face the man’s feet. If you lean back to show off the action down here; you will almost surely get someone to ask to go down on you. If no one does right off, since you will almost surely be in the big play room, feel free to ask a bystander to do it. Just pick the one with the most hungry look in their eyes. And yes, you can ask a woman. I’ve never had a woman decline an invite to lick my clit. Above all, stay in charge.”

The combined pace of his hip thrusts into the stroking dildo was rapidly increasing. She tuned that out. “Don’t let other people set the agenda. And don’t be afraid to let the guy do the work. That way you won’t tire out so quickly. Remember you are in my body, not yours. I don’t have the stamina you do. If you do get tired, just tell the guy to get on top or to do you doggie. Don’t worry, at a swing club the women are expected to give all the orders.”


Phil Peterson’s name popped in her head. ‘Yes,’ she thought ‘he would be perfect. Not only is his cock almost exactly the size and shape of the bigger dildo, but he keeps his body waxed, even his balls and ass. He is a little full of himself, but as a partner in a photo-shoot he’d be perfect. And he’d jump at the chance to get a set of professional photos of him fucking me at no cost to himself.’ Scanning her eyes up from her filled vulva to her abs and breasts she was very pleased at what she saw. ‘Damn! I really am a fine MILF. I’ll call Phil as soon as I get my body back and ask him. I’ll book Janice Samuelsson to shoot us. I’ve seen her work, it is really good. Perhaps I should have her shoot here in my studio. I’ve never brought in a photographer to do a formal erotic photo shoot in here and the leather chaise would be perfect. Or perhaps we should do a foursome shoot with his wife and Calvin. That would be more politic even though I know the photos I want already.’


A sharp groan from Stephen followed by heavy breathing and rapid thrusting brought her out of her thoughts. ‘Oh dear! He is closer to climax than he realizes.’ She pulled the dildo from her vagina, or rather Stephen’s vagina.


Standing she said, “OK, I think you got the idea.” She could tell she’d left him in a lurch, but he’d get over it. “Now to show you how to put on the harness.” The erection in her sweats made its presence known. She’d done a good job of blocking it out for a little while, a very little while: but now it was back with a vengeance.


Chapter 4


Sue told Stephen to stand. She showed him how the ring went over either end of the two-headed toy. Oddly it felt so normal to be a head taller than her son. After all she was much taller than him for most of his life. Holding the combined dildo and leather harness she continued her instructions. “Depending on the circumstances you can put either end into you. It is always polite to ask the woman you plan to penetrate with it which end she prefers in her. I say, women, I’ve had a good number of men ask me to fuck their ass with this over the years.” Then she handed it to him and guided him to put the larger end back into his vagina then pull the harness snug. She had him take it off and on several times on his own to be sure he got how to properly position the dildo in and out of his body. When it was clear he had gotten it down she said “I hope you’re not too homophobic. You will have your mouth full of dick a good deal of the time when things get hot. When I’m in the big play room, almost half of the time I am riding a man, I have a second cock in my mouth. So you need to be ready when you see one offered. You have the right to say no, but I rarely do and everyone knows it. I love dick. That is the simple truth. Sorry if that sounds really crass or wanton. Perhaps it is. Oh, and you might be offered a cock in my ass; I usually say no. Usually, but not always.”


He looked up at her. “Really? I need to suck dick?” His face betrayed fear rather than disgust.

She looked at him firmly. “You said you were up to it, giving head is a big part.”


“Yea, but…. I don’t know if I can. What if I freeze or gag?


“You said you've eaten out a fair number of different girls. So would it be fair to say you've gotten enough experience giving oral sex that you know what to do?”


“Yea, I think I'm pretty good. At least both Jenny and Monica say so.”


She wasn’t going to undermine his confidence by telling him that girls say that based on how much they like the guy. She knew such statements had little to do with how good or bad the person actually is at cunnilingus. “Sucking dick is not that different than eating pussy. Truth is, its lots easier. Men are way easier to please” she said as she took the harness from him.


“I just don’t know if I could put another guy's dick in my mouth.”


“Today has been our day of honesty. So let me ask you. Have you ever thought about sucking your own dick?” Even as she said the words, a tiny voice in the back of her head told her not to go down this path; but the much louder voice, the one connected to that screaming penis, drove her forward.


“Well yea, I guess every guy has. I’ve tried, but I can’t begin to bend that way.”


“And have you kissed a girl after you’ve cum in her mouth?”


“Yea. Actually I learned right off girls really appreciate that, so I’ve done it with almost all the girls who have swallowed my jizz.”


“Well good for you. Even some, perhaps most, grown men won’t do that. Women think it’s really selfish to ask her to let you cum in her mouth then refused to kiss her afterward. You are right to conclude that kiss is really appreciated. If you weren’t only doing it with Jenny, you’d have girls lining up to suck you off.” The praise had the desired effect. A big smile came on his face. She followed up with, “And how was it?”


He answered without hesitation. “The first time was kind of weird I’ll admit. Not bad but strange. But when I realized how happy it made her that changed it for me. Now I look forward to that kiss. Its….well…validating.”


Sue smiled. She really was quite proud of her son. She wondered if Jenny and Monica really were telling the truth. Perhaps he really is good at cunnilingus. After all, for a man, the key to giving good head is sensitivity and attentiveness. And if he knew right off the girl appreciated that kiss, what else did he naturally sense?


Though she hadn’t planned to, she asked, “Have you ever kissed a girl who has just sucked off another guy and let him cum in her mouth? Like at a party or something.”


Again, he didn’t hesitate. “Yes, twice. It was the same girl on the same day. I kissed her like minutes after she’d sucked off two different guys. Now to be honest, before that, I’d kissed Monica lots of times when I was sure I could taste the residue of her date’s cum that she’d swallowed like an hour before, but well….the day I met Jenny twice she’d swallowed guy’s cum right before she kissed me. But it didn’t bother me at all. Cum kisses were normal for me by then. Perhaps if I’d thought about it longer I might not, but I didn’t, so I did. And I didn’t regret it. I’ve had guys say that was sick but I thought it was the right thing to do at the time…and I still do. But it bothered her. Not that I’d kissed her but that she thought she was too dirty for me to kiss.”


Sue asked, “What do you mean? Why did it bother Jenny but not you?”


He slid back in the chair. Sue saw this was going to be a story so she sat back on the stool beside him. This would be a good way to sidetrack the talk of sucking his own penis.


Stephen seemed to gather his thoughts before starting. “I’ve told you part of this before, but I left out so much that you have no idea what really happened. It was the day I first met Jenny. Though other people might, I know you won’t condemn her for what she did that day.”


Sue knew this was the real deal, the unvarnished honesty that she’d been hoping for. Gravely she said “Of course not. After all, I have no idea how much semen I’ve swallowed over the years. If I’ve screwed a couple of hundred guys, I’ve blown twice that many and I always swallow it down. Even at a tablespoon or two each time, I’m sure I’ve drunk at least a gallon or two. So no, there is no way I would condemn either of you.”


Stephen’s face seemed to say that her words reassured him. He started again, “If you will remember, it was at the team lake party this summer when I met Jenny. It was in August, right before the start of school. The school’s Pep Squad sponsored the party for the team at the Mitchell’s gigantic lake house. I think you know Dr. Mitchell, his daughter is a senior this year and she’s been on the Pep Squad for three years.”


Sue knew Dr. Mitchell from any number of school functions. She nodded “Yes, I do.”


“Well a couple of girls…” he paused deciding if he should go on and seemed to start over once again. “I don’t think you know Beth McCormick. She is a senior and can be a real bitch. She’s the captain of the Pep Squad this year and she is a self-described feminist slut. Half the guys at school claim they have either gotten a blow job from her or screwed her. But she would say no guy has ever done anything to her, she says she uses guys for sex not the other way around. She’s blown me and I believe her.”


Sue could not help but laugh. “I think some men might say the same about me. I might just like her.”

“No Mom, I don’t think you would. She is really cruel to all the girls not in her clique. You can ask Kate, she knows how bad Beth can be. I didn’t know it at the time, but she had been picking on Jenny since the Pep Squad had started their meetings a few weeks before the party. As you know Jenny is a sophomore just like Kate and since freshmen aren’t allowed on the Pep Squad, she was new. Kate and Monica both think Beth is jealous of Jenny’s killer body and was afraid that she might displace her as the queen bee. I had never even met Jenny until that day. Her family moved here when she and Kate were both in 8th grade. Last year as a freshman she seemed to just be non-existent and had no social footprint. As far as I know, Emjay Williams was her only friend. Kate told me that Jenny was so shy last year that she only knew Jenny existed because of Emjay even though they shared a couple of classes. Her mother had encouraged her to join the Pep Squad specifically to help her out of her shyness. I’ve been told a bunch of different stories by girls who were there, but they all seem to agree that she and Beth had a fight when Jenny complained to the faculty sponsor how Beth was treating her. It seems that at the party Beth told everyone that Jenny was such a nympho that her neighbor, Mike Morris, joined the Marines just to get away from her.”


Sue cringed.


Stephen nodded, “Mike was last year’s starting middle linebacker and just happened to live right behind the house that her parents bought when they moved here two years ago. From what Jenny told me, at first, he was really nice to her. She saw him a lot since they more or less shared a backyard. At the time, she had not yet started at Francis Marion High, she ended the school year at East Rock Hill Middle School. She’d never done anything with boys before. He really impressed her since he was a rising senior and she was a fourteen-year-old girl just out of 8th grade. She really thought he was her boyfriend and step by step she let him do things to her. By mid-summer they were having sex almost every day. Of course her parents didn’t know anything about it. She knew she had to hide it since her family is very religious. She told me that for a long time, she kept waiting for them to start going out on dates like a real couple, but by the time school started she realized that he was not her boyfriend at all.


Sue frowned.


Stephen said “It was nothing like me and Monica. In our case, it was Monica that kept saying that we were not a couple, not me. She wanted to just be friends with benefits even though I asked her out dozens of times. Well, that was not Jenny’s situation. Right before school started that year, that was a year ago last August, he threatened to leak pics and videos he’d made of her sucking his dick if she told anyone at school that she even knew him. She was trapped. So at school, she just withdrew even more. That is why Kate said she was almost non-existent their freshman year. Over that whole school year, he used Jenny as his backup. If he didn’t get laid on a date, he would text her and she would climb out her window, cross the yards and into his bedroom. She had convinced herself that she was his secret girlfriend. Because of that, she was willing to do just about anything to make him happy. What is funny to me though, is that she was so good at hiding it from her parents they were not concerned about Mike and her; but about how he made a point to try to go out to talk to her two little sisters when they were out back. They knew a creep when they saw one so they put up a privacy fence separating their two yards. Not that that stopped Jenny from screwing him at least once every week.”


Sue put in, “I wish her story was unique, but so many young girls get sucked in by guys like that. Her parents were right to keep him away from her sisters.”


Stephen heard and agreed, then continued “But all that was not what really changed her life. All year, every couple of weeks he would call her over when some of the other senior guys were at his house. If they were all watching a ball game, playing video games or just hanging out he would have her put on things he bought for her on the internet like lingerie or thong bikinis or, if his parents weren’t home, have her go topless all afternoon. Before his friends got home, Mike would screw her right in their living room in front of his friends. If his parents were home they would do it in his bedroom. But either way the other guys, and sometimes their girlfriends, would be there to watch. After he’d finished, he would volunteer her to give blow jobs to any of his friends who wanted one.”


“The first time she did it she was really embarrassed. She said getting naked and even fucking in front of the guys didn’t really bother her. She wasn’t even grossed out about sucking off and swallowing the cum of Mike’s friends, which never bothered her; but she felt she was just totally inadequate. It’s hard to believe but she didn’t think she was nearly pretty enough. Understand, that fall she was only fourteen and those other guys were seventeen and eighteen-year-old high school seniors. After that first time, she could tell Mike’s friends thought she was great and they treated her better than Mike did. So, for a whole year, right up until the week before he went off to the Marines, Mike had her repeat the performance at least once a month. And when they had sex in front of Mike’s friends, it was all about him showing off. He would do stuff he’d seen in porn and he just assumed she would like it: like cumming on her face or butt fucking her. But of course, he never asked. To make him happy she pretended to get off on what he did, even if she thought it was gross or like anal sex, it hurt.”

Sue’s stomach was clenching. This was really way worse than she could have imagined. The poor girl. She really needed the kind of support Sue could have provided had she known all along

Stephen kept on “She said she learned to put on a show and even learned to fake orgasms. Sometimes she’d fake it to show off for the other guys but a lot of times she did it to get Mike to cum faster so as to get that part over with. Like I said, once Mike was done; he told them Jenny could give any who wanted it, oral sex. She says he didn’t force her or anything; but just like having sex in front of his friends, at first she only did it to make him happy but she came to like doing it.”


“Over time she began to like her interactions of all sorts with his friends, including sucking them off, more than being with Mike. Even now, even while she knows Mike used her for sex; she does not regret what she did with the other guys. She said it took a while to admit it to herself, but she really liked the attention she got from Mike’s friends. And unlike Mike, they did not act like they didn’t know her if they saw her at school activities. She even went out on sort-of dates with some of them, but they never ever let Mike know. It seems while Mike just expected her to do the things he wanted, the other guys were very nice and appreciative when she did them. Oh…and though he used a condom while fucking because she was not on birth control back then, he expected her to go bareback to suck dick, and to swallow. But no matter what he did, he never let anyone else fuck her. He threatened to kill any of them who tried. Though Mike didn’t know it she and Randy Carter had sex five or six times in his car. And like you said earlier, Mike would never kiss her after she took it in her mouth, even if it was his jizz. His attitude about that, not actually swallowing cum was why she sometimes felt dirty. She actually liked it when she got the guys to cum; but even though he had pushed her to it in the beginning, later on he made her feel like she was gross for liking it.”


With a frown, Sue put in “Yea, I’ve known more than one guy who is like that. They want girls to do things for them but then condemn them if they actually enjoy it. Sadly guys like Mike see girls as playthings who are not quite human. I actually lost my first college boyfriend when, like Jenny, I embraced my sexuality as my own. You can let her know I have been there.”


Stephen actually looked surprised that she confirmed what Jenny had told him, but he just went on with the story. “So at the team party last August I was hanging out at the pool while most of the activity was happening down by the lake with people swimming and taking turns on the Mitchell’s Jet Ski and paddle boat. Since Jenny and Beth’s argument was down there not up by the house, I didn’t see any of it. But as I understand it, before Jenny knew what was happening, Beth stood on the Mitchell’s picnic table, which is right near the water, and got everyone’s attention. She then told the people down by the lake that since Jenny had blown even more guys than she had last year, she thought she was better than Beth at giving head.


Jenny said she almost died right there. She thought no one knew about her and what she’d done with Mike’s friends. Of course, not only did the guys talk; but the story had grown. It was true she had sucked a lot of different guys at Mike’s house, at least a dozen and most of those many times; but the rumor said she had done like three or four times as many and done all sorts of other things with them. Beth, to her credit, had been good at keeping control of her reputation by putting it right out front that she has sex for fun. She makes it a matter of pride that she has had sex with a good number of the most popular guys at school. As such her sexual activities could not be really used as a club. Jenny was the opposite. Though it was true she enjoyed sucking Mike’s friends off, she didn’t think anyone knew about it. She had not set out to do it with a lot of guys and she was even less prepared for that to be public knowledge.”

Sue just shook her head in disgust.


“So Beth, up on the picnic table announces Jenny had challenged her to a blow job contest. She said that for the next hour they would see which one of them could get the most guys to let them blow them. Not just that, she said that to count they had to make the guys cum with their mouth, hand jobs wouldn’t count. Of course, Jenny had said no such thing, but just standing there, surrounded by people she hardly knew, she didn’t know what to do. As mortified as she was Jenny still didn’t think Beth was serious. Calling her out as a slut was more than hurtful enough. Beth then asked for people to donate prize money. Only when the money was counted and came to $113 did it dawn on Jenny that not only did Beth mean for the contest to happen, but pretty much everyone gathered by the picnic table did too.”


Sue was actually appalled. Sure, she had a very positive view of teens having recreational sex, but this did not sound healthy or consensual. It sounded as if what had happened was one step from a mob sexual assault. She asked “How many guys were at the party?”


“Between the players, the trainers and the equipment managers there are like forty-nine guys on the team; but at the party, there were more like twenty-five. Of that about half of them participated. It seems even some of the Bible thumpers in the FCA didn’t miss out on a guaranteed score. As I understand it, only one girlfriend got mad and did not let her guy participate. I know that sounds crazy, but it was a setup. The whole point was to humiliate Jenny and the truth is the cheerleaders who were there were all on board with their guys. Some of the guys, like ten, saw what was going on and had the good sense not to be involved. In the end, sixteen guys got blown in the contest. Not only did the cheerleaders let their boyfriends participate, they wanted them to show off and get their blow jobs right in front of everyone. Jenny of course didn’t have any condoms with her. Beth had a whole box but wouldn’t give Jenny any. Someone gave her two but after that, she had to go bareback.


Stephen could see his mom (in his body) thinking. “No Mom” he said, “I wasn’t down by the lake while this was going on. I was up at the Mitchell’s pool at the top of the hill, by the house. Over the next forty five minutes or so I heard people talking about it. Even from the second hand talk I should have realized it was a set up, but I just wasn’t paying that much attention.


As her son told the story, Sue was getting disgusted, angry and most of all her heart was going out to Jenny. She so wished she’d been told this months ago. Even if Stephen didn’t tell her, why hadn’t Kate? This was the kind of thing that makes it to national news to prove the dangers of teen sex. One relief was hearing her son had not been part in this awful tale …at least so far.


Stephen went on, “From the bits and pieces I was picking up I thought it was all in good fun. I’d heard the same stories that Jenny was a cum freak so it didn’t seem too farfetched to assume she really had challenged the Varsity Slut.”


He looked up at his mother. “Sorry Mom, she actually has a social media account by that name.”

“That does not mean you should use that term” Sue said firmly. Then she thought how strange this all was. Sure the story was shocking, but as her son was telling the story, he was sitting in her office chair: in her body, completely naked. It gave it a surreal feel like one of those psychological thrillers from the seventies. None of this made any sense.

Meekly Stephen said “Yes Mom. You are right. I don’t like that word any more than you. And Mom, perhaps you don’t know but it’s not like it was in your day. Blow jobs just aren’t a big deal in our school. Normally it is just assumed that if a couple is dating, she is blowing him even if they don’t screw. Even girls who suck dick on the first date or occasionally just for fun at a party don’t get a bad reputation. So, for two girls who I thought both gave blow jobs out freely to compete to see who can give the most in an hour didn’t seem extreme to me.” He took a breath and went back to the story. “When she started out, Jenny decided to take her first two guys behind a big tree. It didn’t really keep anyone who wanted to from watching, but it was not just kneeling on her towel right in the open. She used the condoms, which actually was a first for her in giving a blow job; but of course she knew how to put them on since she had put lots of them on Mike’s dick in the previous year. She said that didn’t seem so bad to her. It was not nearly as humiliating as the ridicule she’d knew she would get if she refused.”


Sue told her son that she still didn’t like it, but she understood Jenny’s reasoning.

“Beth had told Jenny she needed to bring back the filled condoms as proof. So she did.

When she put the two filled condoms on the picnic table, Beth had four in a row behind her and she was working on a fifth guy while at least twenty people were hanging around watching. Jenny didn’t care if she lost, but she did not think she could quit. Beth did all her guys sitting backward at the picnic table with the guys standing in front of her.”


“James Fennel was the third guy cued up for Jenny. His girlfriend, Tabatha Edmonds, told her she wanted to watch Jenny suck her boyfriend’s dick. Tabatha then pulled his nine inch schlong out of his swim suit right in front of everyone. Jenny wanted to go behind the tree again but Tabatha pointed out she was out of condoms, so the only way to prove she’d sucked him off is to do it right there. All this happened a few feet from the table as she stood by her beach towel. She could see Beth sitting at the picnic table with Thad stroking into her mouth like he was fucking it. She told me how at that moment she finally started to panic. Her only actual friend at the party was Emjay, but she was up at the pool with Collin and me. Perhaps had Emjay been down there to help her it would have turned out differently. All alone she decided that if she could suck off and swallow the cum of Mike’s friends one after another like she’d done time after time, she could do it in front of all those people surrounding her. Again, I wasn’t there, but I was told Tabatha held James’s cock in her hand and told Jenny to prove she was a real woman. Tabatha already had her iPhone in her hand. Jenny knew without a doubt that if she put his penis in her mouth the photos would be all over school before the party ended.”


Sue nodded in agreement. “There is no doubt she was right.”


Stephen didn’t slow down. “You see Beth had forbidden photos of her and only her. The rule was being enforced by a couple of linemen. But Jenny was fair game though she had no idea about all that. When she told me about it; she said that she wanted not to just quit the contest, but to run as fast as she could. But she was literally surrounded by people and felt trapped. She was sure breaking out and running to the house would make it worse not better. After all, the whole thing had started because she had gone to the faculty sponsor about Beth’s bullying. Running up to the house she would not only be ratting out Beth, but half of the varsity team, most of the varsity cheerleaders and a good many of the senior Pep Squad members. To make it clear she could not look to the adults for help, Lisa McCormick was right there watching. Would her parents believe Jenny over their daughter?


Sue shook her head incredulously. This was a horror story.


Stephen went on “She was stuck. She said she started to go down on James then Tabitha grabbed the back of her head to make sure she would not back off. That night someone sent me the pics, anyone could tell she did not want to be there. She told me, right then, she was at the point of breaking down. She knew she had to do something. Then it just came to her. If she let herself break down and started sobbing that might get her out of the contest but it would just put off the pain. She would pay all year for that. But an idea came to her like the proverbial light switching on. She decided she had already earned the slut label, but she could use Beth’s playbook to save herself. Sure there are girls at school who say nasty things about Beth, but she is not laughed at and she still holds her head up high. Beth, believe it or not, is actually rather popular. It is that popularity that lets her be such a bitch to…well to girls like Jenny and Kate’s friends. A social outcast couldn’t do that. She told me that even while she was going through the motions of sucking James’s dick she made her plan. She decided the only way forward was to outdo Beth. She had experience giving blow jobs and faking enjoyment. She had also learned to make guys dance to her tune when their penis was in her mouth. She knew she needed to take the initiative from Beth because she was way too far behind to actually win by doing the most guys; so she did something outrageous. With one hand she reached back and untied her bikini top. She was going to finish the contest topless. And it worked. Beth’s tits are…well...they aren’t as nice or as big as Jenny’s. As Jenny had hoped, when Beth saw what she had done, she did not remove her top in response.”

Finally, Sue had something to smile about “Good for her!”


“She told me how after that she worked to put on a show as well as to give the best blowjob she could. Though inside she had transitioned from cringing to anger, outside she didn’t show it. It still took a good while before she got James to blow, but when he did, she made a big show of swallowing it down. When she stood up she had a smile. I’ve seen the video of how she looked right at Tabatha and thanked her for letting her drink her boyfriend's jizum, and said it tasted really good. For good measure, she added that Beth could tell her the same thing since she had been all over James while Tabitha had been at cheerleading camp. Then, she acted really innocent and like she’d remembered something and said that Beth might not know since all of James’s cum had gone into Beth’s cunt, not her mouth. Jenny actually had no idea if any of that was true, but if Beth could lie so could she. Truth or a lie, it worked. Tabatha’s attention turned on both James and Beth.”


Sue had to laugh and be impressed. In her mind, she thought ‘Jenny is far more formidable than I’d given her credit for.’ But rather than commenting on that thought she asked, “Where were the adults during all this?”


“They were in the house. The girls and guys were in and out all day, but I don’t think the parents or sponsors ever came outside.”


“Is Jenny OK now? Or is this like a living nightmare?”


Her son nodded, “I really think it’s worked out for her. Like I said in the beginning she felt gross inside then she became angry, but mostly the decision to act like she was in charge and having fun worked. It worked not just on everyone else, but on her. Once Tabitha dragged Stephen away, two of the starters virtually begged her to do them next. She did, kneeling right on her towel in front of everyone. To this day she tells me that she really did enjoy doing them. Not like turn-on fun, but just fun like it was all a game. It’s been six months since then and her ploy worked better than she had hoped. From that day forward she became part of the larger team community. Even Tabatha later apologized to her. They aren’t anything like friends, but they are not enemies either. And not to sound full of myself, but the fact we are a couple helps. I was reasonably popular even at the beginning of the season and as more people thought my playing helped us win, the more popular both Jenny and I became. Sure people know about that party, but that has now more or less passed into legend. Yes, people think of Jenny like they do Beth, but she doesn’t mind that at all…and neither do I.”


Sue asked “But the photos? That is just the kind of thing that jumps from viral at a school to the outrage of the day on right-wing media.”


Stephen actually laughed. “Oh, that didn’t happen because it seems Tabatha had given her phone to another girl to make a video tape of her feeding James’s dick to Jenny. I’m not quite sure of the details, but by the next night, Tabatha’s parents found out about the video. Someone in her family is a lawyer and when Tabitha admitted to her parents that Jenny was only fifteen and her James was eighteen they went into action to stop the spread of the contest photos. It seems they decided she could be charged for a variety of felonies. By the next day there was a viral post that the county Sheriff had found out about what had happened. The message said that if he got any photos of the contest he would arrest everyone involved or who even had pics. It also said the team would likely have to forfeit the whole season if word got out. That worked. The pics seem to have disappeared overnight and you wouldn’t have found anyone who would admit having seen anything by the first day of school, which was the day after that. Oh, and the whole thing about the Sheriff was concocted by Tabitha’s family.”


Sue considered how fortunate for everyone, even Jenny, that had been. While she did not approve at all of what was done to Jenny that day; it would have been infinitely worse had it become a media circus. As she’d heard the kids say, if there are no photos it didn’t happen. Aloud she said “Yea, I get that. I’m glad it worked out for her. I’ve always liked her, but now I’m truly impressed. Does she ever wish she’d reported it?”


Stephen seemed to like that his mom approved of Jenny even after all he told her. “No. As far as I know she has never wished she’d gone to the police. Beth was punished by losing much of her status at school and Tabitha was pulled off the cheerleading team by her parents.” He then went on without further comment. “Like I said she did the next two guys kneeling on her towel right in front of everyone. But I guess by the time that was done, there were only a couple of guys left who were willing to pull their dick out in public. Like I said, I was no part of any of that up until the very end. Collin was in the pool and I was sitting on the side with my feet in the water. All we knew at the time was from what I heard from people coming up from down near the dock. Collin was too busy trying to get into Emjay’s bikini to even hear that. Evidently, Emjay was too busy letting him into her bikini to hear what was happening either. Like me and Jenny that was the first time they had ever met; and like us they hit it off right away. Oh, according to Emjay, you know her from a long time ago.”


Sue did not remember meeting a girl named Emjay.


After pausing he said “I know you know how the school has that Freshman Academy, and how there is supposed to be almost no contact between the freshmen and everyone else. That’s why Collin and I had not met Emjay or Jenny the year before.”


His mother nodded. She had been through the Freshman Academy parent’s orientation night twice. Both times she doubted the older guys were really kept away from those fourteen and fifteen-year-old girls. It did not surprise her that while low-life older boys did indeed prey on those girls, Stephen and Collin hardly knew they existed. This made her feel like she’d been a good parent after all.


He went on “I guess he and I were like the last two guys who had not been asked if we wanted to be part of the contest. I was sitting on the side of the pool, my feet in the water as Collin’s wingman. I don’t know what you think of his looks, but girls at school think he’s the best looking guy in our grade. Maybe he is I don’t know, but other than Kate, he freezes up around girls our age, especially the ones he likes. I was there to give him confidence.”


Stephen used his hands to show the relationship between the area by the picnic table & dock to the swimming pool. “It is like fifty yards from the pool down to the picnic table and another ten or twelve to the dock. I’d looked down to the action by the dock on and off; but because of the people watching, I’d only seen one brief glimpse of Jenny’s tits and no action at all. I just happened to be looking that way when a clear corridor opened so I could see Jenny. As the free safety during football season, I’m used to picking out details at that distance so right off I zeroed in on what she was doing. She was wearing only her bikini bottoms, squatting in front of DeShawn. His shorts were at his thighs and she held the base of his cock in both hands while she went up and down on about half of his dick. That was the first time I’d seen what was really happening. Though I got a good look, in ten or so seconds my view was blocked again. But it was quite a sight. I guess I wasn’t the only one to see.”


“Around the pool where I was, people started talking. The girls in particular were saying really nasty things about Jenny. There were two guys sitting at a table with a couple of girls almost right behind me. I had heard those same two guys a little while before talking about how they had really filled up their condoms when Beth sucked them off; but they were now singing a different tune. One of them called Jenny a whore and the other said something about her sucking a black guy’s cock. The girls nearby agreed. I got pissed. I got up and made sure they knew I thought they were being jerks. And like I said I’d never spoken a word to Jenny, I just didn’t like the way they talked about her after bragging about getting blow jobs just a few minutes before.”


Sue was quite pleased hearing that her son intervened when he could easily have said nothing. “So what did you do?”


“To them? Oh that shut them up all right. But right after that, I saw Ashley Jones walking, almost running up from the dock area. She was this year’s Vice-Captain of the Pep Squad and one of Beth’s crew. She walked right up to Collin and Emjay who were making out in the water. She didn’t ask, she ordered. Looking down she told Emjay that the Squad captain had first dibs on Collin. She turned to Collin and told him to get out of the pool and follow her. He went without argument to keep Ashley from telling Emjay that he’d had sex with Beth a couple of times over the summer. Not that he was her boyfriend by any stretch. We both think she was giving him a trial run since the guys who had graduated in May had all moved on. It bothered Collin that when she had asked him to fuck her, he’d never said no even when he wanted to. He had decided he really liked Emjay and didn’t want her to know about it. So, Ashley took Collin down the hill to participate in the contest; but you see he and Emjay actually didn’t yet understand what was going on.


After all that, Emjay has had no love for Beth who she blames entirely for Collin’s participation. I’m sure the mutual loathing of Beth initially helped cement the friendship of Jenny and Emjay.”

Sue could see that. She knew how girls could be toward other girls, especially girls who poach their guys. She doubted however that it was the animosity toward Beth that caused Jenny and the girl called Emjay to become close. Sure, it didn’t hurt, but Jenny did not seem like that kind of person.


Stephen went on. “So, Ashley took him by the hand down to the picnic table. While I was deciding what to do, the crowd opened and Jenny came walking up the slope. It took me longer than anyone else to realize she was walking right toward me. I had to work not to stare at her bare and bouncing boobs. They really are world-class. She has an amazing figure.”

Stephen then put up a finger “OH! I guess I can tell you now. Jenny loves your paintings.”

Sue said “Yea, she’s told me.”


“Not that, I mean she wants’ to pose for you. Nude. She knows that both Kate and Dianna posed nude for you before they even started high school, but I didn’t know if you would want her to wait till she’s eighteen. She has asked me several times to talk to you, but …well… I guess this is the time.”


Sue knew the answer, “It is fine. She can pose as long as she does not engage in sexual behavior while I paint. I can even legally take nude reference photos. Ideally, I’d want her parent’s permission, but as long as I don’t name her as the model I could do it without that.” Just as Stephen had pointed out, she’d painted nudes of both Kate and Dianna. She would most certainly ask Jenny to pose... and as she thought about it, when this is all over, she would also ask her son to sit for a nude portrait. She wondered why she’d not asked him to pose nude for her before. ‘Could I still have that much of my mother’s prudishness still in me?’ she asked herself.


“Oh good,” Stephen said with a smile. “I’ll tell her. Or I guess you could tell her tonight as me. Somehow, I bet you already know a good time that my mother would like her to sit.”


They both laughed. Then Stephen went on. “So, when Jenny got close to the deck, she used her hands to cover her tits. That was in case Shelby’s parents or the faculty Pep Club sponsor were looking out the window. I’ll admit that at that moment, when she asked me if I wanted a blow job I really believed she was into it. From that tiny bit I’d seen it looked that way. In the pool, Emjay’s face showed she was shocked beyond belief that her friend was showing her boobs to everyone at the party. Emjay was the only person at Francis Marion who knew the truth about what Jenny had really done and hadn’t done at Mike’s house, and why. When Jenny just out and out asked to suck my dick she raced to get out of the pool. When I saw Jenny look over to Emjay to indicate she should not interfere, her face did not align with the happy face she’d given me. That was the first hint all was not as it seemed. It all happened so fast and though I apologized to her later, I said I would love a blowjob from her. Her happy face came back and we started down the hill.”


“Once her back was to the house she put her hands down, freeing her boobs to my eyes. Up close her body was even more amazing than I‘d realized, but I forced myself not to stare. I’m not sure why I did, but I put out my hand to hold hers while we walked. It was not her tits, it was something in her face that drew me to her right off. She gave me a sweet smile and she put her hand in mine. I could tell she was so grateful for that little bit of affection. That surprised me. I wondered for the first time how the guys had been treating her and if this was something I should not be a part of. I asked if she really wanted to do it, but she just told me that although she knew she would lose, she would not quit till the last guy had gotten head or refused.”


“I looked at her face it was both pained and determined. It was like the face I get when I know a game is lost but I refused to do less than my best. The suspicion that she was not really having the good time she pretended to be grew to an almost certainty. I already knew what kind of person Beth was, and at that moment I was sure Jenny had not started this. The idea that perhaps this was something really terrible grew in my head. I knew then that I should not have said yes, but needed a way out for both of us. I saw the dock itself was empty. The Mitchell’s dock is about forty feet long with a gazebo like shelter at the end. The railings went all the way around three sides and the fishing rod holders said it was a fishing pier. I wasn’t going to be part of something awful. I suggested to Jenny that rather than going to where I‘d seen her blowing DeShawn, that we walk out to the end of the dock to talk. The words ‘to talk’ seem to have broken through her resolve. Though her words were just an agreement, her face told me much more. Her eyes…her eyes said she appreciated that offer in some profound way I didn’t understand.”


While his story as a whole appalled Sue, she once again felt proud of her son. She said “Stephen, I know we sometimes clash, but I’ve never doubted you are a really nice guy. I’m proud to be your mother. I bet you were the first guy all day that had showed her actual affection.”


His mother’s words stopped Stephen. There are very few things any teenager can hear as powerful as a parent saying they are proud of them. Those words even made him forget the strangeness of looking at his mother in his body. With a huge smile he went on, “Yea, from what I heard and the pics I saw later, I am sure that was the case. Not that the guys were mean to her face, but they acted like they simply didn’t consider that she was a real person. So we went out to the end of the dock where no one could hear us. Right off I told her we could just pretend she gives me a blow job. I knew it would be easy to fake it with my back to the others. I made it as clear as I could that I wanted nothing to do with the contest.”


“Then, shock of shock, she started to cry. She fought to keep quiet, but the tears just rolled down her face, buckets of them. I’m really not sure what happened but next thing I remember, I was holding her tight as she balled. In her tears she told me how she had not asked for any of this and that Beth had tricked and bullied her into it. She told me that Beth made everyone believe that she had pushed her old boyfriend into letting her suck his friend’s dicks, when in fact he had pushed her into it. It was sort of garbled but I understood she thought she deserved to be treated like a whore. She went on about how no decent guy in our school would ever kiss her now they know how many guys cum had filled her mouth. It was hard to understand what all she said, but she was sure everyone saw her as nothing more than a cum bucket. That phrase I heard clear as day. I also made out that what made her feel the most dirty was they were right. She liked it when she brought guys off and they came in her mouth. She said she was such a slut that she really liked feeling the guys lose control and shoot their goo so she could swallow it down. In her sobs she told me that she did not have to swallow the guy’s cum today, it was not part of the contest, but she did because she liked it. A couple of times she said clearly that no matter how much mouthwash she used, now everyone would know her mouth is a sewer.”


He paused. Even wearing her face, Sue could tell how much just telling this story hurt him. Tears began to run down his cheeks. That seemed to startle him. She took a tissue box from a low table and handed it to her son that was still wearing her nude body. She went to a rack where she kept wraps for her models and draped a soft-knitted cotton shawl around his shoulders.


Once Sue sat back down, Stephen began quietly. “Again, don’t ask me why. But after I thought she was all cried out, I turned her face to mine and I kissed her. I mean I really kissed her. I wanted her to know she was not dirty. Yes, when I put my tongue in her mouth I could taste the cum, but it just made me want to kiss her all the more in an effort to replace the gross feelings with love. Don’t ask me how, but I had the same feelings for her after fifteen minutes of talking to her that I have for Monica. I wanted her to know that I wanted her; and not for sucking dick. And, Mom, I can’t explain it but from that moment I have loved her with all of my heart. I knew I wanted Jenny to be my girlfriend. I wanted everyone to know it too. Amazingly while we kissed, I didn’t touch her bare tits, though I’ll admit I was tempted. After a while, she looked up and thanked me. Once she had pulled herself together we sat down on the dock, leaned against the railing and started kissing again. We made out for a really long time. When we took a break for air, we could see we were being watched.”


His mother was astonished and at the same time her pride at being his mother kept growing.

“We both saw that over on the picnic table, Beth seemed to be done and was just talking to her friends. Jenny thanked me again and again. Then we just sat with me holding her. I figured she’d quit the contest. Then I saw her do a double take to a spot on the lake shore a little ways down on the other side of the dock from where the party was going on. Ron Weaver, the new trainee equipment manager, was sitting, reading a book by a tree. He seemed to have been overlooked. She looked back to me. She asked if I saw the scrawny guy to her left. That determined face came back.”


“Jenny sat up, seemingly in thought. Then she looked over to Ron and asked if I would please wait for a few minutes. She said the contest was not quite over. She was sure that the guy by the tree was the very last guy that had not been asked. Her face was actually pained looking but she went on to say that by asking him, she would have away to claim Beth quit. She seemed to suck up her courage and began to get up. Looking down at me, she said that while she really liked me, and wanted to spend more time with me; she had to finish this thing. I could tell she was about to cry again. She told me she was sorry and would not blame me if I didn’t talk to her afterward, but she was going to blow Ron because it was the only way to keep her self-respect. Even though she’d cried about feeling so dirty just a few minutes before; she said that sucking the dicks of guys she hardly knew really wasn’t that big a deal to her even though she knew most other people thought she was a slut for thinking that way.”


“Then turning to leave she said she was not going to let Beth McCormick rule her life. It was confusing to me back then. But now all these months later I think I understand how she felt. Well sort of. She felt dirty for sucking guys off because she thought she should feel dirty about doing it. She knew that most of the people watching thought she should feel disgusted by having dicks in her mouth and even worse about sucking down the cum. And her parents would positively think she was going to hell for it. But she knew that she really didn’t see anything wrong with it and actually liked the feelings she got while getting guys off. But when she admitted to herself that she liked it, that made her feel even more like trash. Does that make sense?”


“Yes Stephen,” his mother answered. “I know exactly how she feels. It took a whole year of sucking and fucking like mad to burn my mother’s condemnation out of me, and I was off at college where my peers thought it was great I was so into sex. Jenny is much younger than I was and living at home. It might take her years before she will be able to free herself from those feelings. The best thing you can do is just what you did, and I guess you still are doing. I’m sure you don’t press her to do sexual stuff with you. You can tell her you love her because she is how she is not in spite of it. That was what your father said to me when he asked me to marry him.”


Stephen seemed to think about her words then said, “Yea, sometimes she will still feel guilty after we have sex. She really likes to suck me off and swallow my cum, but sometimes I can tell it makes her feel dirty.”


They sat for a minute before he continued. “So, she stood in front of me, still in just her bikini bottoms and let me know that she actually had met and talked to Ron at the beginning of the party and he was really sweet. She said she expected he would say yes but then she seemed to get stuck. I could tell she was trying to find the words. Later she told me what she wanted to say, but was afraid to say, that she actually wanted to do him. But I didn’t know that then, and the truth is I wouldn’t have cared if she had told me. I understood why she had to do it. When she didn’t go on, I told her that I would wait right where I was and when she came back, I would kiss her again, no matter what she did. Right off I knew that was the right thing to say. The unhappiness on her face just disappeared. I don’t know what you believe about love at first site, but for me it was love after one good talk...and some hot making out.”


Sue gushed “Oh that is so sweet. If I were in my own body, I am sure I would be crying. Your body doesn’t seem to work that way.”


Stephen nodded, “Yea, we are different in more ways than I could imagine.” Then he went on “I watched her go. It actually hurt to see her leaving. It wasn’t that she was about to suck off another guy that made my heart ache, it was the leaving itself. From where I was, I watched the whole time as she walked down the pier and over to Ron. She was so beautiful like that. I could watch her walk around topless all day and not get bored. The spot where Ron sat was almost impossible to see except from the dock. Perhaps that is why Beth missed the kid. Or perhaps it was because he was the only incoming freshman at the party. Back then, he was just in training to become a trainer. During our summer practices, he had been the towel boy. He seemed really surprised when Jenny approached him. From my vantage point I was about thirty-five yards away. It was too far to hear but close enough to see everything clearly. I don’t think he ever took his eyes off her tits while she squatted in front of him. They talked for a while before she helped him up then led him a few steps to make them fully visible to the rest of the people at the party. I could see that she had turned his body so Beth and the others would have a silhouette view. From that very first moment there was no question in my mind that she was performing for the others. She squatted back down taking his swim trunks down in the process. His penis was actually rather long, but skinny. Later she told me that was the sixth penis she’d had in her mouth that day and that Beth had done nine. She surprised me when after she’d licked his boner once, she looked up to see me sort of to her right front. It was like she was waiting for a sign from me that it was OK, even though we had just met. I knew why she thought she had to go through with it, so I gave her a little thumbs up. She smiled then went to work.”


“It was like something from a super good porn video. I doubt a single person who was down by the lake did not watch from beginning to end. She swallowed half of the long shaft in the first few seconds. Where I was sitting, I was probably the closest person to them and I wondered if the show she was putting on was for me, or for Beth or for all the others who watched. I’ll admit I found it really hot watching her. For a while she even put one hand in her bikini bottom to play with herself while she held his dick with the other. She used her whole body to do him. It was quite a performance, and even then I knew it was ninety percent show, but that didn’t matter. It took close to ten minutes before he shot his load. Afterward, she made a show of pushing a dribble of semen from her lips into her mouth. She pulled his trunks back up and kissed him on the cheek. To this day he worships her. We both still have pics and video clips of her doing Ron that were circulated before they all disappeared. They were the only pics, other than the ones of us, that she wanted kept. We both find it a turn-on to look at them. She has even talked about offering to do him again. I’m not sure if it is just a fantasy but I told her that even if it is not, I don’t own her and it is her decision, not mine. I think she appreciates my attitude about it. I’ve noticed that she has made a point not to clarify if she is really thinking about it or is it just a kinky fantasy. Perhaps sometimes it is one way and other times it is the other. Either way, I meant what I said.”


“When she was done, she didn’t come directly back to me. Walking with the confidence of a queen wearing only bikini bottoms and shoes she walked right by Beth without so much as acknowledging her existence. There was not a girl there, even the senior cheerleaders, who would have doubted she was the most admired girl at the party by a long shot. Beth may have technically won the contest and the money, but Jenny won a whole lot more. Back at the table with the others, she picked up her towel and took a couple of Cokes from an ice chest. I was confused when she went over to a cluster of people and seemed to talk to them. Two minutes later she was back on the dock walking back to me. She laid out the towel and put down one of the Cokes. Then without saying a word she stepped out of her bikini bottoms, walked to me and handed me the other Coke. It was only when she was naked that I saw she was holding a condom along with her bikini bottoms.”

Sue cocked her head “Oh, so did you have sex right there and then?”


“Yes, we did, right on the dock, in full view of everyone. Now that might not be a big deal in your circles, but it made us instant legends at school.”


Sue nodded “Oh, I bet it did. I confess I underestimated you.”


Stephen laughed, “No you underestimated Jenny. It was all her doing. She was not going to be used or treated like dirt by anyone, not by Beth, not by the cheerleaders not by anyone. That is just who she is. Or maybe that is who she became that day. I was just along for the ride.”


Sue smiled. She knew he had the long and short of it. “Perhaps I need to have a girl’s day out with your sister and Jenny. I know they are friends now but as soon as this is all out in the open the three of us will have some long talks.”


Stephen nodded, “From what Jenny says, it was a little uncomfortable for that first month coming over to our house and talking to Kate with all the pics and videos everyone had seen; but since then, they have become genuine friends here at our house. They just run in different circles at school.”


Sue cocked her head. “I thought no one saw the photos?”


Stephen should have known his mother wouldn’t understand. “I said the pics stopped getting shared and disappeared from phones, but people still have the pics. I’m sure of it. Once a picture is sent to the internet, it never actually disappears. Ever. Tabatha’s efforts that next week quashed the circulation, but there were hundreds of pics and at least a combined hour of video taken of her that day. I have a file of over a hundred different photos of Jenny and me that people had given me from that day. We have a really nice composite video of Jenny from the time she and I started making out all the way till we got dressed a good forty-five minutes later. That kid Ron made it for her from all the different video clips that were passed around those first few days. It has both the blow job she gave him and us having sex. It is really good. She and I both have a copy of the video and all the photos on password-protected flash drives.”


He took a breath and went back to conclude his story. “So, let me back up. I had been sitting on the low railing at the far end of the dock when she came back. I jumped up when she took off her bottoms and I’ll admit, I goggled as much as all the others who were watching, which was everyone. She asked directly if I wanted to be her boyfriend. I had tried to predict what she would say and do, but there was no way on earth I could have expected what she did. I told her that I wanted to be her boyfriend more than anything. I let her know that I knew that was what I wanted even before she had left the dock to go to Ron. I stepped forward to kiss her. She put her arms around me and we began kissing hard and deep again. The taste of cum was even stronger than the first time I kissed her since she’d just sucked the freshman off a couple of minutes before. We laid out the towel, and we had sex. No, we made love.”

“Like I said earlier, I know the difference between fucking and making love. We didn’t care that everyone was watching us. We went on for so long that most people got bored of watching and went back to what they were doing. For a good while she rode me just like you told me to do tonight. I found it really odd that we actually just talked like normal, we got to know each other while she rocked her hips on my dick like you talked about. I even told her about me and Monica while we were having sex. Though like I said, I didn’t use her name. Now we talk like that anytime we have a comfortable place to make love. Before we finished, mine was the seventh penis in her mouth that day. It’s been the only one in her mouth ever since, though she knows it would not bother me if it was not. And yes, I kissed her after she’d swallowed my cum too.”


Sue got up and gave her son a hug. “That was really beautiful. People do sometimes marry their high school sweethearts. If you two do eventually get married that would be the most amazing falling in love story ever…and you have a video to go with it.”


They both laughed at that. She went on “We need to find a way for her and I to talk about it.” She surprised herself that she had already normalized the situation. It was only the erection as she hugged her own almost nude body that reminded her what was going on.


Stephen said Jenny would probably like talk to her about all of it, but he added that it would be better if he could get her to tell the story to Sue. She agreed, then realized that they didn’t have forever to prep her son for the events tonight and there was more to do.


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