“Do you really think we should?” Stephen asked me.
“I don’t know,” I responded. “Part of me wants to give him support here, and another part thinks he would be just as well served outside of this setting.”
“That means coming clean to him regardless,” Tommy Preston offered. “Are you willing to do that? There’s no turning back if you do.”
“What do you think, Stephen?”
“I think it’s too soon to talk about inclusion. Let’s give it a few months. If he’s still doing it, then maybe. If not, we’re protected.”
“Good enough,” I replied, and that ended that discussion.
“Well, I got something,” Donato Rodriguez said. “I’m not going to say who, but one of you called me and allowed me to listen to you and your mother having sex.”
“What of it?” Elisa asked.
“The person who did it? Fucking awesome! That was pretty hot. So, I was thinking, maybe we’d want to do that with each other.”
“No,” I quickly said. “What happens between my mother and I is private. It’s one thing to come here and talk, but I have enough respect for her and myself to not do that.”
“I agree with Jeremy,” Stephen said.
“Me, too,” Said Elisa.
Ben burst into laughter. “Okay. It was me.”
“Then stop,” Elisa said. “How embarrassed would she be if she knew?”
“It was her idea,” Ben told us.
“Well, there are a hundred million people other than us you can call to get your jollies,” Elisa said, “unless Donato wants you to call him back.”
They looked at each other, then both burst into laughter. “We’ll talk,” Donato said.
On the ride home, I said to Stephen, “Ben seems too immature for this group, and Donato isn’t too far behind him.”
“I think everyone has had their fill with Ben,” he replied, “and I think Donato’s actions are a direct result of Ben’s presence. I’ll talk it over with Elisa and Tommy, see what they think.”
Wednesday morning. I was still muddling my way through the summer as I awaited Fall Semester to begin college. I lay in bed as I heard Dad leave for work. About fifteen minutes later, a knock came at my door, then, “Jeremy? May I come in?”
“Yeah, Mom. Sure.”
She entered wearing a thick, full-length robe. She stood before me and said, “That conversation we had about lingerie a few weeks ago?” I nodded. “Well, when I pulled on the thong you picked out? I’m sorry, Jeremy, but with all that hair between my legs, it just looked vulgar.”
“That’s okay, Mom.”
“No, Jeremy. It’s not. You see, a thong is a beautiful thing. As beautiful as it is, it also promises an even more beautiful treasure awaiting within, which is why …” she allowed the robe to fall to the floor, then she peeled the thong aside, “… I thought it best that I just get rid of all that hair.”
“Oh, Mom,” I exclaimed upon seeing her freshly shaved pussy. “It is beautiful.”
She walked to me, straddled my face, pulled the thong aside once again, and nestled her pussy onto my mouth. I immediately felt an electric current pass through my body. Every nerve felt more alive than it ever had. That is, with exception to the nerves in my penis.
I didn’t tell the group, and I certainly hadn’t said anything to Mom, but ever since I hurt her, I had become impotent. I had tried jerking off using lubricant, no lubricant, with a vibrator … any stimuli I could fathom, and nothing. Not so much as a quiver. I was concentrating on that so hard that I gave a lackluster bid at making Mom cum, and she noticed.