Living A Secret Life Part 3

Chapter 108-2

Living A Secret Life

Part 3

 

We were on our way back to camp when. Mr. Kenly noticed we had left our clothes back by the rock and quickly retrieved them, the fact he didn’t put his shorts back on stated he was just as comfortable being naked as I was, which didn’t surprise me. By that time my mother had caught up with us the fact, I was naked register this time as she looked down and my very hard penis pointing our way. Dad reached down and flexed it watching it spring back so fast it could have been a slingshot.

Mom watched and missed a stepped and blushed bright red, well as red as I could see through the lantern, she grumbles, “First my son is having oral sex with a man and now his foster Dad is playing with his penis.”

Dad turned around so we could face her and said. “And why not? He is my son and I like his penis that way. Don’t tell me you never had your husband’s penis in your hands and gave it a go, after bearing four children Mrs. Shepherd?”

Mom giggled and said. “Of course I have, but to be honest it’s been years.”

I whispered loud enough only Mr. Kenly and Dad could hear me and said. “Must have been the flavor,” Mom heard me, but she didn’t say no, she grabbed the robe from Mr. Kenly right off his shoulders. Telling me it’s getting cold handing it to me to put it on. I declined the offer. I wasn’t embarrassed about having a hard-on that could hold a car up all by is self.

Mom said. “I am your mother I just think it's better we cover that up until it goes down.”

I said. “Fine, but I am not hiding it, Mom. The only way it’s going to go down if I stimulate myself right here or Dad or Mom take care of it or my brothers.” I took the robe and put on but left it open. I knew I was being rude, but I didn’t care. Dad didn’t care, Mom didn’t care and my brothers didn’t care.

My mother asked a stupid question. “What do mean by they will take care of it?”

I turned sharply and got into her face. “How do you think Mom?” Mom’s eyes got real big and looked at my big stretched limousine. I knew she figured it out, well most of it anyway. My talk with my mother wasn’t going how I had planned it. True she just found me with another man's penis in my mouth and watched us kiss big time. I wondered how she going to take it with me kissing my foster Mom.

I giggled inside knowing she might have a meltdown. Maybe so bad she would leave me here and I can go back to having lots of sex instead of putting a sock on the door. Like Dad said grab the bull by the horns. My foster Mom never saw it coming as I raced up to her and pulled her close and kissed her hard.

When we released she said. “Let me guess, you are really horny again?” I grinned and made my penis spring back like a rocket. She said. “Oh, my son now that’s problem I think I can handle,” I whispered in her ear. Mom said it real loud, well loud enough for every in our proximity. “You want me to take you on the table, right now in front of your mother?”

I nodded and said. “Pleases.” Stretching the word “Please” out just a bit, letting my penis spring back a couple of times like I was playing electric guitar. “But son we are about to have dinner.” I pouted and open her robe and grabbed a breast, man I was horny.

My mother had a meltdown right there. “What are doing to my son now?’

Mom Rothwell said. “Giving him what he wants, what do think he’s been doing for last two weeks, Linda? He likes breasts and likes stimulating every girl he has been with. I tell you those poor girls or missing my son, they howled all day and all night?”

My mother said. “I thought you were kidding, he’s only sixteen.”

Mr. Kenly stepped in and said. “I was 15 when I had my first girl and never stopped ever since?”

Mom Rothwell leaned down and stroked me while I moaned letting my eyeballs to roll up inside my head. Mom stood there looking at me as she stroked me in front of them when she turned to look where my brothers were sitting they licked their lips. Mom was almost over the edge. Aaron's head was like a pinball machine I could tell he was sporting his own.

Mom Rothwell told me. “After dinner, providing your mother either goes for a nice walk or she stays and helps you cure your problem.”

I pouted. “Fine, but I want a full body massage.”

Mom Rothwell kissed me said. “I think we do that, I don’t think the table would support us though.” I took a seat next to Dad having my mother sit on the other side of the table. I was glad we had brought the three long ones that fold up. Man, I was horny as I kept letting it spring back and forth.

My mother glared at me, then at Mom and Dad. I knew what she was thinking I had just turned into a sex addict. Not just a run of the mill nudist but a sex addict. My mother licked her dry lips and had to ask another stupid question. “So let me get this straight you been with a girl, only first base right?” I grinned and shook my head. She cringed asked. “Second base?” I grinned even more. She swallowed hard cringed again, “third base?” I grinned even wider. She took a big drink and whispered. “Fourth bases?”

Dad settled it “Linda, he’s been with the entire team and scored a double hitter.”

Mom asked another dumb question. “Just one girl, right?” Dad picked up my photo album. And brought over too her giving her enough light to see. He pointed. “He’s been with this one and this one and this one,” turning the pages “and this one, oh yes his favorite his three mermaids. Those three he did every night, almost until the crack of dawn.”

My mother gasped looking at me and said. “ All those girls in one night, one at a time I hope?”

I shook my head and said. “Nope, all three at the same time.” Mr. Kenly looked at me and the girls. I noticed he was hard again. I said. “Sometimes we do it again in the morning as they bathed me.”

Mom had another meltdown. “You and they did what?”

I said. “You heard me, Mom. Let’s just say I was very, very naughty and very horny.”

Mom spits her drink out when I said it. My mother asked another dumb question. “And you didn’t stop him?”

Dad said. “Nope, not even when they dressed him up so they could rip his clothes off.”

I said. “Correction Dad, so “we” could rip each other's clothes off.”

My mother said. “We are going to have very long talk son, trust me when I say very long. If I could right now I would spank that very cute butt of yours.”

My foster Mom intervened and said. “And he’d probably like it, considering he likes the rough stuff.” Dad and Mr. Kenly laughed, but my mother didn’t find it a bit funny. Mom Rothwell gave me two large hamburgers and a whole plate of french fries and two hot dogs. She reached down over my shoulders and stroked me and asked me. “Have you been sneaking those horny pills?”

I gave her a silly grin stuck my finger in my mouth said. “Maybe.” 

She said. “Then you better eat up, because you will need all your strength.”

Dad opened his robe and gave his a quick spring and said. “You mean those little white pills?”

Mom said. “Yes, dear those little white pills.”

Dad gave it another bounce and said. “Eric and I thought those were breath mints, will that’s what it said on the tin can dear.” My mother turned to look at Dads penis and so did Mrs. Kenly,”

Aaron said. “Mom he doesn’t have any hair either. I got hair, but they don’t. Why Mom? Why don’t they have hair there anymore?”

Dad sat down next to me with his robe open and said. “Because son, we shaved it all off so when we are with someone, they don’t get in our hair in their mouth and get sick.”

Aaron grasped as he dropped his jaw. “You put this in your mouth?” Pointing to his hard package under his trunks.

Dad nod said. “Yes, son the whole thing.”

Aaron said. “Yew gross,” I laughed when I remember my first time, my mother glared at me, stating she didn’t want me or anyone to tell him its ok.

She repeated her words “Looooong talk son, you understand me long talk.”

Mom Rothwell said. “Good, now that’s settled. I can leave Eric here to tend his brothers while I go shopping. I am sure my husband will be more than willing to answer any of your questions. Regarding my son or should I say son’s sex life. Now eat your dinner it's getting cold. And I promised my son Eric that I would give him a full body massage so I can cure his very “hard” problem. In fact, it might be best if he moved into our tent so we won’t disturb you, but then again I am a screamer when I have sex. Oh yes, Linda, I mean lots of sex.” She took her finger with one hand and made a circle with the other and thrust it back and forth.

My mother eyes widen even more. When she realized that I had seen my Mom and Dad make passionate love, I didn’t know how I was going to break it to my mother that not only have I seen them have sex, I was the one doing it. Mr. Kenly knew and he didn’t look all that pleased. He raised his hand counting each of my girls. 1, I gave him thumbs up 2. I gave him another thumb’s up to go higher 3, 4, 5, and 10. I still raised my thumb up and glanced down at my book.

Dad saw what he was doing and saved me and said. “Let me tell you a story about my son Eric T Rothwell. He was a shy boy until he came across three very beautiful mermaids on his first morning when we arrived at our beautiful lake. He was shy like I said, but he heard the call so distinct and so enchanted, that he couldn’t resist their call. As he was running he stopped and listened. After I had warned him that if he heard the call that he should run. But it overpowered him as he saw three beautiful naked mermaids.”

Dad turned the page and shined the light on them. “He forgot himself and the warning when they approached him it was too late for him as he drew closer. Now, what boy in their right mind would turn down a beautiful girl not just one but three? When I say he forgot himself I mean he forgot that he too was naked.”

Dad grinned and put his arm around me. “He was so entrapped by their beauty that he didn’t realize he was aroused by them. When he did, he backed away and ran from them, I warned him once he heard them singing and call his name it was too late. He didn’t believe me, but like all mermaids, once they hook their fingers in a boy like my son Eric they weren’t about to let him escape. In fact that same morning they paid him a call, asking for him by name. He tried to cover himself with a towel because he was shy and because when he saw them, he was easily aroused. That’s when they reached out and pulled him into their arms and kissed him.

“Now my son Eric was shy and never really been kissed like this before. They passed him around one at a time. When they were done they took his towel way and let it fall to the floor. So they could see all of him and they wanted him badly. Poor Eric he couldn’t escape his fate. He was enchanted by them. When they left, he was so out of sorts because not only did they see him naked they saw his arousal and liked it so much that they invited him to their place that same night. Now like all my boys they knew how to handle a girl because his mother and I had taught each of them the art of love. Eric didn’t like it at first because he felt that his mother would punish him. His friends would think he was a bad kid. Yet he couldn’t resist their charms.”

Dad shined the light back on their pictures. “One by one as they played with his emotions they took him into the water and made passionate love to him. They favored my son Eric and wanted him more than life itself. He pleasured them all night long as they howled screaming with desire all night into the morning. Trust me when I say they screamed his name as it echoed across the lake.

“Telling other mermaids how he pleasured them. By the next day when he awoke they were waiting for him. Eric was trapped by then and accepted his fate. He was still shy, but not with them as they bathed him with sweet soap and groomed him as they made love in our tub. It was nearly 3 hours before he and they came out of their lovemaking nest. His name and theirs echoed the walls of our cabin.”

Dad squeezed my shoulders and took several bites and long drink finishing his plate. "Linda, do you know what my son did, that very day? He listened to the things he was taught, and because of that, he knew trouble was in the air. They had planned to take him and his brothers boating too show him their home. Yet he knew the winds and the sky’s as he watched them darken. He declined the invitation as hard as it was, he knew if he and his brothers went on those waters that day. They could have died. That’s right died. You see folks within the hour a storm as you know can happen when the conditions are right. A powerful micro-burst struck down so hard it isolated our little town.

“Eric was smart; he took his brothers and battened down inside a safe place protecting them. The winds howled and the lightning crashed as me and his mother was out shopping and caught out in the storm and worried for our boys. But Eric was dependable he was brave and responsible and we knew we could trust him to keep his brother’s safe.

“The storm ended and made one heck of a mess. Eric didn’t care; he was worried about his friends as he grabbed me so hard and told me we needed to save them. That’s right Linda strangers he just met. He wouldn’t rest as he forced me to drive our boat looking for his friends. I had just turned when he jumped overboard into the stormy lake where the waves were so big and dangerous that they kill a person and drown them. Yet my son didn’t care for his safety, he didn’t put on life vest he was naked as the day he was born. I yelled at him to come back, but he wouldn’t come back. I watched him struggle as he swam against the stormy waters.

“He dived and I thought I had lost him. He was down there for so long without air. When he surfaced he had a young boy in his arms and swam towards me. The boy he had saved had drowned, but Eric wouldn’t let the waters have him. He breathed life into the boy, a boy he never met. He gave him his breath and brought him back to life. Yet when I turned, Eric had dived back into the water. He saved the boys sister, he saved one of his mermaids this one. Her name is Fiona Rockwater.” Dad pointed to the girl in the middle.

“He didn’t quit, he was nearly about to drop from exhaustion, but he pushed himself and saved 6 people that day. That’s right Linda 6 strangers. I couldn’t have been more proud.” Dad hugged me and kissed me on the head. “Now the funny thing about my son is he hates being the hero and hates taking credit. Telling them he didn’t do it alone which was true others where helping, he didn’t know it at the time, but he met his first best friend named Dillon as they continued to save people together. It was Eric that saved both his brother and his sister and brought them back to life. They became fast friends.” Dad turned the page showing Dillon dressed up in his Calvary uniform.

“Now Eric was in trouble because not only that he saved six people and his mermaid, the town made him a town hero and the girls went wild. And wrote him love letters and inviting to everything a boy his age would like, I swear he had 25 to fifty girls standing in line to have their way with him and so much mail that you would think he was a rock star or famous celebrity. Yet he wasn’t satisfied, he didn’t want the spotlight or the credit.

“But no matter how hard he tried he just couldn’t escape it. The next day he and Jared were invited to a dance. Now Eric’s a good dancer, but he had one problem.” Dad grinned. “We lived in a nudist town, that’s right Linda every girl in that book he danced with was naked and so was he, as he made sweet love to each one on the dance floor. He had lost his shyness that night. But the problem of being a town hero is every girl wanted him, they would fight over him, like cats and dogs just to be with him for a single minute. Why not? He’s a good looking kid and heart stopper. He broke several hearts believe me when I say that. Yet Eric has a nose for trouble and as you know he is a trained killer.

“Eric and Jared went outside for some fresh air after making sweet love to countless girls. But he found trouble as he heard a girl scream for help around the corner of the dance hall. He didn’t think about his self or the fact he was naked. Instead, he took on 4 boys twice the size of him trying to rape a girl as he came to her rescue and saved her and beat the crap out them so bad his name was brand on them. That I am sure if anyone mentions his name to them they will have nightmares for the rest of their life and feel the pain for a very long time.

“Now my son Eric was in so deep, that not one girl in the town would leave him alone. He was their hero, twice over. It was so bad when he went to church we had to protect him or they would tear him from limb to limb. Yet mermaids are funny when they want a boy and not just any boy, they wanted him. So every girl that got near him stayed away because they let them know he was their first.

“We seldom saw Eric after that. The only way we knew he was alive was their screams, as he made love to them in the morning and into the night. One by one they pursued him and did all kinds of things that only boys could only dream of. One sister at a time would steal him away for hours and bring him back, and then at night all three would take him to their cabin and have their way with him.

“By the time he made it through all the girls with six more to go he made another mistake. In some ways, it was our fault, but Eric girlfriends were camped out along our beach. He couldn’t go outside or they would rip him apart. His mermaids would sneak him out as they took him to places where they could be alone. Like I said we knew he was alive as we heard their screams. Yet he needed to satisfy all the girls, after all, he just one horny boy. He bought them each a rose and serenaded them as they moaned his name. He bought at least 100 red roses and signed his name and kissed them each and broke their hearts, giving them each a picture of him to hang on their wall and one for him to remember him by.

“Now his friend Dillon wanted to pay Eric back for saving his brother and sister, they became inseparable, that God himself would have to split them apart. They worked as a team as they made passionate love with all the remaining girls. They are brothers by circumstances and mostly likely will be forever. So Linda don’t judge mine and your son. Because he likes both, but I promise you he is not gay and he’s not doing anything wrong. He has standards; he knows what is right and which is wrong.

“Personally I like breasts as much as he does and knows how to stimulate girls and his very close friends. He knows the rules, he respects the rules, and has given me and his mother a promise that he would never force anyone, he will never do the things Shawn and Arthur and others like them do. He is a good clean boy, he knows when to say no. no matter how bad a girl wants him he won’t do it. Unless we ok it first, so he likes a good penis, I like a good penis his brothers, sisters and his mother all like a good penis, but we both like girls more, but there is nothing wrong with having both.

“There is nothing wrong with kissing. Hell, I love kissing my boys, daughters, and wife. I want you to think about it on how many boys you have kissed and how many times you stimulated them by hand or orally, think about your husband and how many times you have done this, and think about what was it like when you were with your girlfriends, be honest have you kissed them have you stimulated them to have they done the same to you. If you haven’t, well you are missing out. My wife likes to stimulate other woman and men, and I have no objection because I am allowed the same curtsy it doesn’t mean I don’t love her, in fact, we love each other more. We just like sex in lots of variety with both male and female and trust me it's all consensual or we would never do it...

“You will find that you never once got sick because you kept yourself clean, and took what every measure was necessary to remain so. My wife and I have taught our sons and our daughter's proper grooming and have regular checkups to ensure that we all remain healthy. Put your feelings aside and be with your son’s and I mean actually be with them as a mother, and be their best friend. Don’t alienate them because you heard oh this is bad, this is immoral, let God in heart and see how he feels about it not your husband or the world or religion. God will judge you and us and what’s in our hearts.”