A little Loving Goes A Long Way Part 2

Chapter 250-1

A little Loving Goes A Long Way

Part 2

 

 

Mom lifted up a little bit and climaxed surprising Terry, but once he was sure he wasn’t hurting her he redoubled his efforts to get her to do it again. Mom spread her legs for me and, I told Terry to do exactly what I did. As I opened Mom up using my fingers and tongue and tasted her sweet spot, which was moist and warm due to her climaxes. Terry cringed at first as I straddled Mom facing my back to her as so I could open her up so Terry could see Moms sweet spot.

I took my finger and pointed to each of her inside parts. Then wiped them with my finger and tasted her stating she tasted really yummy there. Terry did the same but gave his finger a snake-like lick then when he discovered that it wasn’t as bad as he thought. I laid down on Mom letting my legs and feet lay over her shoulders allowing her to taste me as well; moving up more so she could so Terry and I could share her sweet spot until he felt comfortable about doing it on his own. Once he had I showed him how to groom her as Mom was busy tasting me bring me to the brink having me remind her when I was close. Mom had me switch with Terry. He was more than eager now to try this position I was in. I showed Terry how too groom Mom even though she was perfectly groomed.

It didn’t take long and Mom said. “Now its time for me to have sex with my two sons unless Terry you rather we just go to bed?” Terry looked at the clock it was little after 3 am we would be getting up in three hours or so.

He said. “What is the point?”

Mom said. “I take it your answer is a yes?” He nodded and she smiled at him, she said. “I am going to teach you three ways to have sex with me because you are equipped to do so. Later you can experiment on other different ways you can do this, but for now, I will give you three ideas to start with.”

Terry said. “I thought there is only one way, and that is I stick my penis inside of you. Like those men on those tapes?”

Mom Giggled. “Terry that is only for show, they aren’t really having sex, plus that’s only one way, true it requires you to stick yourself inside of me, but trust me its more fun to do it a different way instead of that way, more so because you are well equipped. Which many of the boys and men can’t do because they aren’t special like you, they wish they were, but it just isn’t possible unless they have some way to match the size needed. Now let’s begin with the simple form like the girls on the tape.” Mom had Terry come up between her legs helped him slide himself into her. He was nervous about doing it. 

Yet his curiosity was peaked so he was more than willing to learn, now that he wasn’t afraid of touching Mom or her touching him. I questioned how fast it would be for him to get used to the other girls in the house and my friends, and how long it would be before he was comfortable about going nude? Mom had him move as close as he can then had him work his hips as he thrust slowly back and forth reminding him not to pull it out, but only go to where he could leave inside of her and still thrust back and forth.

Once he got the hang of it. Mom moved him into hug position placing her arms around him and he doing likewise. She moaned him to go harder each time and faster telling him to let go, and don’t hold back when he climaxes. It didn’t take long because he was almost at the brink when Mom was tasting him at the same time he was tasting her while I sat on the sidelines. Wishing Rhoda was here so we could do a double with her and Mom. 

Group sex was the best thing since sliced bread to me. I couldn’t wait to get Terry up to speed with me, being as he is well equipped with many of our positions when our friends are over. Of course, he needs time to get used to the idea of being with more than one girl or boy for that matter. Today was just one day of many he was going to have to get used too.

Once Terry and I had finished all three positions, the single the double thrust and the crab position.  There wasn’t much time for anything else, being it was just barely 5 am we quickly showered and debated to just wear a robe, or to dress considering what I had promised my mother. A promise I couldn’t back out of even if I wanted too. But my adoptive Mom had other things in mind. She and Dad wanted to sit down and talk with Terry to have that “talk” and put his name on a contract that held us all bond to secrecy, into the real reason we lived here on this mountain.

Plus what kinds of things Mom and Dad expected of him. Mom was serious if he didn’t feel he could live under this roof. He would leave this place and never see his brother or his sister again providing we can ever find her…. Yet instead of going back to Mr. Tate as she had threatened, she would put him into the foster care system. No pressure right? My mother, of course, won’t be pleased because it would be just me when she was looking forward to both me and Terry as well as his brother… all before breakfast, and all before she had to leave to go therapy.

Mom would simply state there would be no time for Terry this morning or his brother when he and his brother had early doctors appointment. They would save the major shopping trip until Wednesday afternoon once the shooting of the premiere of Tangled Hearts was done. If my mother didn’t like it she could bring the problem too her.

I knew my mother and she wouldn’t be happy until she gets what was promised to her. She felt cheated; she felt she deserved something extra now that world around her was crumbling down around her. There was nothing I could do about it, it was what it was. Never enough time to do everything we wanted. Mom and Dad were right I had a busy schedule this week. With the premiere of Tangled Hearts and posing for the rest of the slots of the magazine, Mr. Tate wanted to sell to his clients just so we can take them all down.

Then there was the big Halloween fundraiser where I was in charge of making sure it went off with a bang. I had yet to spend one day or a few hours in the kitchen going over the menu with workers. My mother had no idea what kind of stress I was under when all she wanted was a little love on the side. I don’t know why I bothered to shower other than get the sweat of hot sex off me or even bothered putting on clothes instead of just a robe.

I had found a pair of shorts for Terry so he didn’t have to wear my jeans that made him look like they were too small in the length, a bit high water. He wore the new shirt that had the Bon Jove logo it; which was a skull and crossbones wearing an old fighter pilot helmet against a light gray T-shirt. He borrowed my shoes and I used my gym shoes, as we set them by the entryway doorway with everyone else’s.  Mom didn’t like the idea of being dressed before breakfast, but with everything that needed to be done, she used it more excuses for my mother that we all had a busy day. As she too dressed as she helped, my two sisters Kerry and Jody and Mrs. Vincent set the table for breakfast.

Kirk's Mom was spending her days and nights with Bishop Sakes and his family and Randy’s family the Walters had moved into one of the new houses where Kirk used to live. I had gathered from Mom that they had become an item; questioning if there might be wedding bells in the future. Personally, I couldn’t think of a better husband and a father for them.

Dad had spent the night in his room going over charts and maps and was doing a three-way call with our task force and Mr. Stringum. He ended the call when Mom came in and told him breakfast was ready and she needed him to have that talk with Terry. I overheard Dad say. “Excellent, I have a few questions of my own.” 

He hung up the phone telling Tony he would fax over a picture of Terry’s family and the information they needed. Since everything on the paperwork for Terry and his bother would most likely be a lie, so Mr. Tate could stay in business without really intending to give them anything that would state he was lying and in breach of their contract."  Dad stated if he was in his shoes, he would most likely do the same thing.

Dad woke my mother, instead of any of us doing it, not taking the chance of walking in on her and finding her dead, after learning she tried to take her life 3 times after what my father had done to her and finding out she wasn’t allowed to see me or my bother and that included my two sisters Susan and Becky. 

There was no way in hell was he going to sign the divorce papers, instead, he would put her in a mental hospital for the rest of her natural life. Unless she was willing to give me and my brother Aaron up for good and be content to raise her two daughters and live with the fact he was never going to be a husband to her in the way she wanted or a father to me or Aaron.

Both were non-negotiable. She could never live with. The fact I had home with parents and family that loved me, she wasn’t about to make the adoption final nor was she going to lose me and Aaron. Yet that too would change and soon… In the end, she will have to make the choice of giving both me and Aaron up or never seeing her daughters or her grand-kids again, but for now, she wasn’t willing to give me or him up.

In hindsight, she should have, in hindsight if we can go back and correct our mistake. Life would be different for me and Aaron. True we wouldn’t have my mother in our lives, but we wouldn’t any way in the short two years to come after my 19th birthday.

Those two years if I could go back to where my life was on the edge of a knife. I would found a way so I could keep what I had then but not now, which was a family that cared about me and loved me, in a sense I still did. I still had the Rothwells, but things were different. They became my parents and family, and my mother and my brother became my foster family. Two people don’t make a family when three of its members wanted nothing to do with you and preferred you dead.  But that’s only what is to come, a small glimpse into my future where life doesn’t exist as yet.

Mom and Dad were all about contracts because it kept everyone honest. Yet so far they haven’t given us one in regards of Shawn other than telling us we had to trust them to make the right decision. Everything seemed ok on the surface, but behind our masks we were scared, we knew what would happen if Shawn repeated his behavior. Mom and Dad would simply look the other way.

Stating he never hurt us, because we were already letting the bad men we were taken down to rape us to expose them and remove the threat. That if Shawn does so they basically were just going to let him, before they ruin a chance to have their family whole again.

We couldn’t get them to see reason that it was different when it came to Shawn because in truth he was the one that started it. Him and Crawford after finding out that he too had a taste for raping young boys and doing drugs to find their so-called true enlightenment. However, everyone else on the mountain who had been raped by Shawn and his friends; all saw it differently. 

We had signed a contract that we would take action against my adoptive parents and Shawn the moment he repeats his behavior, the moment he forces himself on us the moment he hurts any of us. They will step in, and make the choice that my adoptive parents wouldn’t. Shawn would be spending the rest of his life in prison, with the same bad guys we are taking down.

My adoptive parents could end up losing everything, none of us, however, will see a day in foster care and that included me.  Mom and Dad would have to make that two choices keep us or walk away and live with that decision. If they choose to keep us… Shawn would have to leave the home for good and spend his days behind bars until he was old and gray.

Bishop Earl handed out the final draft of our contract in regards to Shawn we all signed the main copy and ours. Mom and Dad were given each a copy of the main copy with each of our signatures. Bishop Earl stated that moment Shawn walked in that door he would have read the main copy seeing each of our names and signatures and would be signing one of his own that he had read the rules we had outlined for him.

Again Mom and Dad refused to add their names to the contract holding true to their party line that we should trust them. Stating clearly they agree with our concerns, but we are all overreacting… and that Shawn is not the same boy as we all know. That he has changed, and only wants to make amends and be part of our lives. Bishop Earl calmly stated everyone is holding them that promise, but they should beware that if they don’t they will hold up their promise stated in the contract.

Dad said agreed, but we must see it from their point of view that Shawn wants us all to give him a second chance. If we alienate him it won’t be fair to him, or willing to give him the benefit of the doubt of his sincerity. I growled. “And I promise that if he touches me and any of my brothers and friends without permission. That only God will recognize him as we beat him to a bloody pulp. We won’t stand by counting on you and Mom to stop him; when so far you have always taken his word over ours; until you walked in on him, raping Jason and Jared.

“Then you were willing to listen, yet by then it was too late because he had moved on to my brother Jonathon, and other boys in the neighborhood. Yet you still believed that we were lying about him planting drugs and stolen goods on me, inside my room and my school lockers. I came within a heartbeat of going to jail for it because you believed him over me. Until I was tested and humiliated several times; I am not just talking about what Gloria West did to me. I am talking what you made the doctor do to me and my brothers to find out if I had been raped or if I had been rapping my own brothers, like the other foster boys you had taken in over the years.

“Trust is earned and so far when it comes to Shawn neither you nor Mom have earned it that Trust. More so when we have proven to you that Shawn is lying to you, but you still don’t want to believe it.” I got up from the table and called Sparky slipping on my shoes and coat and went for a long walk. I was in no mood for breakfast; I was in no mood for my mother. All I wanted to do was run away from the world and bury my self in a dark hole and never come out.