Sex In The Rain Part 2

Chapter 113-1

Sex In The Rain

Part 2

 

I hated to go home to my mother’s house, but what choice did I have really? Sure I could stay at the Bishop’s house or the Kenly’s, but that wasn’t part of the deal. She wanted me home not at my friend’s house where she would never see me. The second I got home I noticed and it smelled of rain, the rain didn’t bother me it was thunder and lightning that sometimes came with it. My father growled at me the second I walked in the door. He said. “I have a new rule in my house and you are going to follow it or you can sleep on the street.”

Mom stepped in front me noticing he looked like he been in a very bad fight with two black eyes, one from me and Mr. Kenly. He slurred his words because of his fat lip and sore jaw where he tasted my shoe. She placed her hands on her hips asking what this rule was, he grinned an awful grin when he said. “He and his f*g it brother will now be required to sleep in PJs including socks. I will not tolerate nudity in my house any longer when I am home. I find it immoral as they walk around barefoot and wearing only a pair of boxers or shorts. I don’t care what they do when I am not home.

“I do not want to see one naked foot, one naked chest, or one naked bare butt. It’s bad enough that kids and their parents condone such things in full views of the public; they should be arrested for public nudity. I will not tolerate it in my house or he’s gone and will never come back and will place his god damn brother into a foster home or kill the both of them if I ever see them disrespect me again and my daughters in my home. I swear to God I will silt their throats and bury their bodies where no one will ever find them. I will kill you if even think about rapping me again like you tried to do last night. It took 6 hours for those God damn pills to wear off having to masturbate just to relieve my self, only to turn around and do it again.

“Damn you to hell, I had to spend the biggest part of my day repenting for what you have done to me. I felt dirty and immoral for doing it, knowing the only image I had was you standing naked wanting me to have sex with you. I wanted to vomit and did so and only to turn around to get into a fight with a no-account coward that couldn’t face me alone. I should let you know I let you win or go to jail because you had brought your p***y, degenerate immoral friends along with you. Next time I won’t hold back.”

I wanted to laugh, but I stared at the pig in front of me and said. “I was the one holding back you good for nothing woman beater, they were there to make sure I didn’t kill you, not the other way around. I am not your son, or your slave any longer or your whipping dog or punching bag. You don’t make the rules, my mother does. You no longer have the right, she has open adoption where you have no rights and she and my adoptive parents do. But to keep the peace I will accept to wearing PJs, but nothing else.

“If I want to be stark naked I will until my mother forbids it, which will never happen considering I am now a nudist and she has signed a contract with my adoptive parents that I will remain so in her care. It’s their rule, not yours. You have the right to leave; your so-called innocent daughters can also. Like you they are not related to me any longer. So they like you do not say what I do in their presence or in my mother’s home. So mind your own damn business.

“Good night you piece of garbage. Mom when you are ready I will be in my room “naked” where he can’t see me.” I whispered in her ear as kissed her cheek, “unless you want to rip my closes off first be for we play?” Aaron ran as fast as he can to his room, knowing my father's temper, when he gets really mad at me like he was now would take it out on both of us. Who could blame him, unlike me he couldn’t protect himself and he would never be allowed to learn.

I was angry at myself for letting my father goad me into anger, I needed to rein myself in or every day we would be fighting each other. I hated coming home and always walking into a hornet's nest. Mom knocked on the door and I let her in, she patted the bed next to me, telling me as much as she wanted to give me massage she couldn’t without having my father getting wise, I told her I didn’t care about him and showed her the PJs he wanted me to wear. They were the most hideous things I had ever seen, with Winnie the Pooh and Piglet all over them. I guess it could have been worst by having to wear a PJ jumper suit with feet on the end.

Even though she and I didn’t like the rule, for now, it was just better to give a little. It’s not like anyone was going to see me in them. Mom helped me put them on and kissed me as we did at the Bishop’s house when Jim demanded to see me in my PJs. Or I would be on the street until my adoptive parents came and got me. What he didn’t know was all I had to do was make one phone call and I would have a roof over my head within thirty minutes.

Mom gave the excuses I was on the phone calling my grandmother. He banged on the door until she opened it. “Alright, alright look he’s in them, are you satisfied?” He gave another awful grin stating he wanted my brother to see me in them. I groaned knowing it was either fight him or just let him embarrasses me and Aaron. So I nodded and went into the living room as I waited for him and ridiculed Aaron and me to his heart's content. She said in my defense that I had to hang up on his mother because he wanted to ridicule me and my brother noticing his camera.

Jim grinned and said. “Fair is fair, he punishes me by reminding me I should have killed them when I had the chance in the boiler room and I would have if you wouldn’t have stopped me. You mother f*****g w***e.”

I was about to defend my mother, but she halted me telling me. “He can call me all the names he wants, but the second he touches me again you can beat the s**t out of him.” I smiled giving him a stare that said. “Please be stupid and just try it.” Instead, he told me to sit while he gets my God damn immoral f*g it of a brother. I swear if my grandmother heard how he talks she would put him over her knee and giving real hard spanking and wash his mouth out with soap.

Aaron's PJs were almost worse than mine being dressed in sesame street characters. Neither of us looked pleased about being in them. Jim pushed Aaron hard onto the couch next to me and said. “I just caught him masturbating when I opened the door. When he thought it was you that was coming in. When he saw me he quickly tried to hide it and said quote. ‘Mom lets me and my brother do it anytime and anywhere we want too.’

All she said was. “All have Stringum put a lock on your door so next time he can’t interrupt you.”

Aaron knew like me Mom didn’t care if we stimulated ourselves, in fact, she didn’t care if we did it in front of her or on the couch together. She simply said. “Everyone does it and there is nothing wrong about doing it.”

Jim said. “You are condoning this type of behavior? Why and hell am not surprised. You already let them walk around indecent as it is, is it such a stretch to think you allow them to do this as well? I should have killed them when they were born.” He was about to hit Aaron when I stepped in front him he backed away quickly.

Mom told Aaron he wanted him to do it three times, or four times a day if he felt like it. Jim growled. “You immoral freak, don’t you know it’s a sin against God. Why and the hell do you think I was repenting half the day and now he and I have to see the Bishop so we can repent fully of our sins. This is what you have brought into my house you disgusting w***e. Allowing them to run naked and see naked girls and boys fornicating spreading their immorality running around the neighborhood with the other indecent kids as if it was perfectly ok when it is a sin against God.

“I can’t look at you; get out of my god damn sight the both of you. If I catch you again doing it or naked or barefoot and shirtless I’ll beat the living hell out of you and damn the consequences. And for now, on you are going to wear those PJs and your god damn clothes in this god damn house. Or I will slit your throats while you sleep.”

He snapped a picture of us and gave us an evil smile as we watched the camera flash and the picture roll out. Telling me he’s going to show this picture to all the girls in the ward this Sunday and hang posters all over Santaquin just to humiliate me and my brother for humiliating him. I was too angry to care. I wanted him to take a swing at me, my mother or my brother just to give the excuse to wipe the grin off his face.

Mom placed us behind her and said. “Go to your rooms I’ll deal with your father, masturbate all you want, I can’t wait to see him tell the Bishop and see his face when finds out that it not a sin to stimulate oneself or stimulate someone else.”

Mom didn’t dare say any more than that as Jim started to yell at her. “That God and the Bishop will be on his side and she’ll be lucky if they don’t excommunicate her for allowing immorality in his house, allowing nudity and indecency as they run shirtless and barefoot in and out of the house and around the neighborhood with the other immoral and indecent boys, allowing her sons to masturbate. Allowing them to bathe and sleep together.”

Mom told him. “You are sleeping on the coach for now on; I can’t stand the smell of you in my bed.”

He yelled back. “I can’t look at you without wanting to vomit, you fat disgusting cow.”

Mom was crying when she came into my room as she hugged me as I told her. “To me and Aaron and everyone else we thought she was beautiful. The only disgusting thing in this house was that pig on the coach.” Mom kissed me asking me if I still wanted that massage. I nodded I did even though it was barely 9 and Grandma was going to be mad because I hadn’t called her yet.

Mom dialed the number and waited for her to pick up. Grandma was madder than a wet hen. When she told her what had happened and the reason I was calling her so late. She handed me the phone and kissed me on the forehead handing me half a horny pill with my night drugs. She told me to knock myself out, Telling me she be back as I talked to my grandmother, She gave me a silly grin and closed the bedroom door. When she came back she was wearing the robe I had given her and had a bottle of lotion that said berry delight. She locked the door so nobody could get in knowing her husband, not even ax could get through that door.

I was still talking to my grandmother when she leaned over and opened my PJ bottoms and started to stimulate me orally. While I talked to my grandmother I quickly said. “I was tired after a hard day of playing with my friends and would call her tomorrow morning and we can have a nice long talk,” trying not to moan over the phone. I barely heard her say she loved me when Mom removed my shirt, hanging up the phone. She asked if I was sure. I lay down on the bed and said. “If I wasn’t I wouldn’t have asked.” I didn’t question if this was right or if this was wrong, I was in too deep to even care.

My mother giggled that she hadn’t done this since I was a baby when Jim was serving overseas in Korea during the war. That surprised me; I had thought she hated me the moment I was born. I wondered what made her hate me and wanted to kill me, what had I done so wrong that they both hated me? Mom finished undressing me with only nondescript nightlight giving the only light. We didn’t need the light we just needed to feel loved.

Mom put the lotion on me and gave me one hell of a massage. Only to have her husband Jim pound on the door. Mom Yelled through the room asking. “What do you want now Jim?”

He said. “Aaron just ran away.”

Mom said. “Good for him, now leave me and us alone.” Mom and I knew Aaron wouldn’t go far most likely went over to the Kenly’s place and personally we couldn’t blame him. Mom continued to stimulate me orally until I fully climaxed. Telling me how good I tasted and hadn’t a good penis in a very long time. I didn’t have to ask when was the last one was, it was none of my business.

When Mom finished my back she hesitated to ask me if I was sure if I wanted to see her naked. I pulled her into a kiss and opened her robe letting it fall behind her shoulders. I didn’t care how she looked on the outside. I didn’t care if she was skinny like my Rothwell Mom or my sisters or any of the girls or woman I had been with. She was my mother, that’s all that counted. Dillon told me it was ok and because he did it with his mother that he loved her even more, I still didn’t feel right about it even then when I learned that Shane used to do it to my foster Mom and now she too wanted me to do it.

I tried not to let the voices in knowing how Bishop Earl thought about it telling me and Greg that was a different kind of love and not really consider sex when we weren’t creating life just pleasuring each other. Then why did I let the world judge me and tell me all those people were wrong? When I felt that I loved both my mothers, Mom even more. Man, I wish Jeff was here to tell me If I was doing the right thing. 

My mother was shy like I used to be, I was gentle like she was with me as I nuzzled my head towards her bare breasts. I had bathed them a time or two when I was scared to come in contact with them when I was naked. Now that too seemed to be a long time a go.

She ran her fingers through my hair as I gently laid her down on my very small bed. The only way we could fit comfortably on it, as I had to remain on top of her or her head and feet would hit the metal head and foot-board. One of the main reasons I hated this bed because it was so short and not wide enough having me sleep sideways most nights. Mom discovered why I liked breasts telling me they belonged to me the moment I was born.

I knew what she wanted as she took my hand and placed it on her sweet spot she wanted me to stimulate her, that was one thing I wasn’t ready to do with her just yet, the other was she wanted me to have sex with her, another thing wasn’t ready to do. I said. “I wasn’t ready for that with my father in the house.”

She growled and said. “I don’t care, just do it son stimulate me with your hands, will do the other when he’s not home.” I knew it was most likely a sin considering she was my real biological mother. But then again my Rothwell brothers do the same to their mother and she would always want me and them too. I set my feelings aside and whispered to myself. “Let God sort it out.”

Since I didn’t have the room I needed I had to turn around placing my feet on her shoulders and scooted down she liked that position because it gave her access to my toes. I cringed when I put my fingers inside feeling her wetness. I knew I was in too deep so ignored the voices of the world and stimulated her as she stifled her screams with my pillow and having my toes in her mouth. I only did it enough so she climaxed three times in a row with Jim being so close. Mom knew we would never be able to truly enjoy it with him in the house. Not that I was really having a hard time as it was, being so conflicted not knowing if I should be doing this, just because everyone else around me said it was ok.

I remembered a quote if everyone else was jumping off a bridge. Did it mean I had to do so as well? The truth be told, the only question I would have asked is how deep is the water? Considering now I was way over my head. Today the world judges me and I let them, because I am afraid of what the world would say about me after I have done all these things, well mostly the LDS church would look down on me not they were truly my friends in the first place and looked down on me and spit in my face because I didn’t serve an LDS mission. Too them it didn’t matter that I couldn’t do it for medical reasons,

They also look down on me because I never married by the time I was thirty, telling me that my life means nothing but waste in their eyes. It didn’t matter to them what my reasons were, I just simply wasn’t and they hated me for it. Always making me feel I didn’t belong because of it. And now as they read what I had done growing up they will hate me even more. I hate myself because I let the world in, I hate myself for listening to their LDS propaganda and because of that, I am alone.

I knew I made that mistake turning from a life where I’ll readily know what true love feels like, but I was afraid, I was afraid of losing the people I loved here when they had gone on with their lives and were leaving me anyway. Yet I stayed hoping they still needed me and find out the hard way they didn’t.

I hate myself for ignoring my true feelings, covering them with work, school to the point that I didn’t hear the voices calling me to leave this world behind. Working 90 + hours a week to drown them out, seeking death when I was forced to stop either to take time off from work or after I became totally disabled seeking death; for my life has no meaning and no one to share it with. Now it’s too late, for the people I loved have moved on without me either moved way or death found them; leaving me entirely wanting death to embrace me so I won’t feel the pain of not being loved by anyone.

My father was angry because my mother didn’t care if my brother ran away so he couldn’t beat him to a bloody pulp, as he banged on the door asking what’s taking us so long in the same room a room he couldn’t break into. Mom yelled. “We are still talking” as she quickly put on her nightgown and her robe, while I too quickly dressed in those horrid PJs and my socks. Before opening the door so he could see, we weren’t doing anything.

Mom gave me a wink said. “You better not forget to brush your teeth son, or your adoptive parents will have my head on a platter. It’s bad enough that I have to explain to them why you are wearing children’s PJs when all your brothers at home are wearing boxers or nothing at all.” She left the door open for me as squeezed past Jim eyeing me and her with my toothbrush and toothpaste as well as my mouth wash in my hand, My mother's cheeks were flushed from having me stimulate her like I do my adoptive Mom and my sisters Jody and Kerry.

I closed the bathroom door and peed first and brushed my teeth. Jim was waiting for me as he walked me back to the room telling me this door stays open. Mom closed it instead just enough so it wouldn’t lock, but to give me the privacy I needed. He lifted my chin and stared at me and growled. “If I hear you make a sound or catch you masturbating. I am going to beat the living crap out of you.” I pointed to my wrist and smiled seeing my watch was still missing which said it be a long time before help arrived if ever.