A Free Day Part 2

Chapter 251-1

A Free Day

Part 2

 

My mother closed the door after finding some music she liked I had everything under the sun in the way of music. Mom found some of my stuff a little hard, but some of it she actually liked. Like Steve Wonder like the song The Rocket of Love. With I gentle beat and it happened to be Rhoda’s favorite song. Mom moved quickly towards me said. “It seems we are alone in the house son. You promised me I can have my way with you.” I smiled as Sparky found his home on my bed.

Mom pushed me against the wall said. “I believe this where we left off when you came to visit me in the hospital, barefoot as I recall.” Looking down to my bare feet, knowing my adoptive Mom hated it when we boys wore socks in the house because we always managed to get holes in them. My mother leaned in removing my glasses and placing them on my entertainment system. Then dove for me as she pushed me against the wall kissing me with full force as she quickly unbuttoned my jeans letting them fall to my ankles then slipped her right hand into my boxers and fondled me lightly as she stroked me.

She slowly went down on her knees as she lowered my boxers so she could have what she wanted. By tasting me as she placed my penis in her mouth moaning how good I tasted, said with surprise longing. “Cherries with a hint of pineapple.” She came back up pushing her hands under my shirt rubbing my chest and letting her hands caress my back, before deciding that my shirt also needed to go.  Dad opened the door, the fact my mother had practically had me naked with my penis at full attention in her mouth didn’t phase him a bit. He quickly said they were leaving and if I needed him just to call down at the shop where he was working today for a few hours.

My mother answered taking a quick breath. “Fine, just go. I got what I want for now unless you would like to add yourself to my menu?”

Dad smiled heisting said. “Perhaps later Linda, but I think you got more then you can handle at the moment don’t you think?” Dad gave me a huge smile and closed the door. Mom redoubles her efforts and quickly helped me out of my fallen clothing and pushed me lightly towards the bed as she fell on top me working her blouse off as I worked her bra strap from the back; feeling the ecstatic spring back exposing her entire back as my mother slid the bra off between us.

My mother had very large breasts the size of large loaves of bread. She said they used to be the size of my adoptive Mom and my sisters Kerry and Jody, but after breastfeeding four kids there was more now then there was before. I personally didn’t care considering I liked all breasts when it came to woman like my mother even more so like my wife Rhoda and my two adoptive sisters. My mother apologized that she hadn’t been groomed in a while as I noted the hair on her breasts and the cleavage. I shrugged my shoulders said. “I think I can handle a razor if you permit me the honor?”

My mother giggled like a school girl telling me I am twice the fun than my father ever was or any boy she had been with when she was my age. I said rolling her so I could be on top stating it was my turn to remove the rest of her clothes as she had done with me. I said lowering my self as I cupped a breast to my mouth causing my mother to moan. “That’s because I am not like those other boys where they don’t know how to handle a woman like you or any young girl for that matter.”

I slipped my way down trailing my tongue as I lowered her knit pants, which were made for a woman like her where the fabric was nothing more than an ecstatic and thin fabric. I took notice that my mother had stopped wearing her temple garments. Not that I really cared how the LDS church felt my chosen lifestyle or our consensual love affairs with as many people as possible, boy or girl or husband and wife didn’t matter to us as long as it was consensual and we weren’t hurting anyone.

We kept ourselves clean and always asked for permission first. If they said no, no meant no. until they got curious enough to ask if they could try a free sample. Ten times out of ten, after one free sample they were hooked and we were having hot sex within either minutes or hours. Let’s just say the school janitor’s closet or teachers closet was usually busy.  For those that couldn’t wait until we got home, to my house. Or theirs. 

Mom said, “Forgive me how fat I must look to you, compared to how beautiful you look compared to me naked.” as I lowered her panties that would fit the words wide load. Not that any of us cared about that. We believed God made us all different sizes for reason and ours was so we could have a verity. Either way, having sex made it more about the person we were with, and not their bodies. Hair can be removed, and weight can be lost over time with a nice healthy diet and exercise and this was my mother’s favorite exercises that she really liked doing. So there was no reason why we couldn’t have sex. The parts were still the same and all the right places.

I pulled them off and her socks and said straddling her. “Forgive me for not noticing that there is more of you to love, and look just as beautiful naked as my adoptive Mom and my two adoptive sisters.”

My mother said. “Always the charmers aren’t you, my son? The boy that has more sex than most boys’ his age can even dream of. Hell, I bet since Greg and his family left Santaquin that the girls have grown extra horny masturbating to their pictures of him. Excuse me I meant to say stimulate themselves. Most likely has a whole line of girls pawing at him at this very moment wanting to rip his clothes off.”

I smiled. “And you don’t think for one minute that every boy and girl here envy him?”

Mom said, “Envy, hell they weren’t too scared to come out of the closet say I am into him and wanting to lick him from head to toe doing it. Finding the first time they admitted to the idea that kissing boys and having sex with them is just as fun as it is with the girls.” It shook me to the very core when my mother mentioned us boys having sex and considers it just as fun.

I stopped and got off the bed, said. “For your information Mom, boys like me and most of my friends don’t consider having sex with each other fun. If we had a choice, which we don’t we wouldn’t do it period.

“Must I remind you that if we don’t do it, that the satanic church here or I should say this group that has broken off from the main group? Firmly believe that sex should only be shared between themselves as men, and when it comes to their wives and daughters they are nothing more than baby making machines where the children they in pregnant are usually used for sacrificing to their Demon God to prove their worthiness.

“Very few I have met here so far don’t believe that have good wholesome families. Those are the ones we surround ourselves with and bring as many with us back into the light, of the one and only true church. Yet for the life of me; I don’t see LDS Church being that one, when everyone in it is willing to do anything to stab you in the back, beat you down because they don’t believe in the same things we nudists do.

“If they knew about some of the things we are doing they would excommunicate all of us, before understanding our ways and our beliefs that God put us on this earth to love each other. In fact, we having sex right now or stimulating ourselves like we were doing a moment ago would cause them to spit in our face and close and lock the doors on us. They do not care about its members, it doesn’t matter what you believe Mom the fact is they do not care one thing about you.

“They are in many ways exactly like the satanic church giving you a standard that you either believe in them, not the gospel that has been handed down over the last 200 years. But the standard they are comfortable with where they look the other way when someone is in need, but instead because they are different they shun them. They shun me the moment they find out that I am nudists, they shun me because I can’t go on LDS mission not for having sex.

“No because of my night terrors as I re-live some nights of all the things you and my father have done to me. Sex is one thing they look the other way, depending on the Bishop. If he doesn’t care about that horny teens like myself like to have sex with as many girls, and boys as possible; or the fact I like a good penis and kiss from a boy or guy as old as Dad and my adoptive Mom. Shane, for example, has had just as much sex as I have when he was my age. He went on a mission and is baptizing new members all the time.

“He sneaks out every so often with his new companion that has found he likes our lifestyle and gets those families that the LDS church has had a hard time getting into their homes. He and his companion baptize three times the members of any of missionaries in his region. 

“The LDS Church like him because he puts butts into the seats each Sunday. He is lucky because he got out before he had to get used to the idea of having sex with boys would become the norm around here. He knows that what we do isn’t for the fun of it, it is to help others like me not having men like Mr. Tate who likes young boys, pretty boys like me and my brothers and friends. Who those Mary’s want and willing to pay him money to see us have sex, and stimulate ourselves using things we have grown up with and exploit it.

“Yet as few as we may be here in Heber we are making a difference by taking down as many bad guys like Mr. Tate and the ones under them out of the church and eliminate the threat they present and put them behind bars for the rest of their lives. We boys here don’t consider having sex with each other fun. It’s painful if not done right. It’s our job to make it so if they have to be raped like Terry and his brother. They are prepared the right way as you girls were before you liked having sex that way. So don’t tell me that it is fun when it truly isn’t. At least not for me for all I can remember is the pain, that horrific pain as Glory West sexually abused me.”

I was about to say more, as Chef Philips knocked on my door and opened it, finding my mother naked on the bed as I was leaning against the wall mad as hell because my mother couldn’t understand that simple thing when it came to us boys like me having sex with each other. He calmly stepped into the room and closed the door, said. “I tried knocking on the front door; I guess you didn’t hear me so I let myself in. Now, where did we leave off? Oh yes, you Linda wanted to taste my very chocolate self if I recall and I promised you I would make you howl so loud your husband would hear you in two states.”

Mom giggled as she got off the bed, stating that our conversation was over and she didn’t really care how I felt about boys having sex with each other. All she cared about was having as much sex as she possibly can. That included finding out what Chef Philips tasted like, questioning if he really tastes like chocolate being as he was the shade of a dark chocolate bar.

Sparky gave a big heavy sigh realizing the only place for him was either the couch or his dog bed near the unlit fireplace. Until Mom accidentally threw Chefs Philips pants in his direction decided it was safer under my desk if my mother was tossing clothes the moment she had peeled them off him. She nearly danced a like a ballerina when she had his boxers off and his large cobra in her mouth realizing it wasn’t all going to fit. She smiled as she looked up at him said. “It’s like tasting a bar of chocolate.”

He said. “Which I have covered with you in mind my entire body.”

Chef Dale Philips was tall and as big as Dad was, the only real difference was he was black. He was big bald and black. He was built like a quarterback on a football team. Dark brown eyes, a nose that was long but tapered slightly at the ends. His jaw could have been chiseled out of ice; he looked like the statute of David if he was black and bald.

Mom stood up as I watched them wrap their arms around each other, Mom asked him if he was married. He shook his head no said. “No, my wife left me and my two boys and ran off with another man she had found in some bar she visited while I was working long hours. She dropped off the boys and said she would be back to pick them up in an hour or so when she was through with her hair appointment. She never came back, she didn’t even leave a note… it was weeks later when the divorce papers came in the mail. Wanting to take me for everything I got but didn’t want any part of our two boys…

“Stringum hired a good lawyer and she got squat.  The Judge said I should have taken her to court for abandoning my two boys, but personally, I just wanted her gone. So we ended it clean and my boys weren’t dragged through a messy divorce. She was killed two years later when she and her new husband robbed a liquor store. My two boys were too young at the time to remember her, so in some ways, we count that as a blessing.”

Mom smiled. “I see Chef Philips we have something in common… we both have very bad marriages?”

Chef Philips said. “So it seems, but Linda we are not in one of my kitchens where you would call me Chef Philips. Plus it would be just as wrong for you and your son Nate to call me Mr. Philips since we are way past the friend stage, you should just call me Dale, being as we are all naked together, and plan to have sex.”

Mom said. “Alright Dale, so you are going to make me howl so my husband can hear me in two states, will that be on the bed or the tub and will it included my son, considering I want you both to make me howl?

He chuckled a little. “No reason we can’t do both, considering we have the time now is there?”

Mom shook her head stating that she was more than willing to prove that theory. It was Moms little sex party so that meant she was in charge how she wanted us. She got up onto the bed spread her legs said for me to go first that way Dale could come up behind me and slip his cobra inside of her with mine, but Chef Philips was too big for my mother to handle both of us. So she had me move above her, so she stimulates me orally, as Dale did a solo act.

The phone rang and Mrs. Olsen knocked and opened the door said. “It’s for you Linda, it's Charter Canyon something about needing to speak too about your therapy session.”

She closed the door as Mom gave heavy growl. “What the hell do they want?” Mom picked up the phone in my room and said. “Yes, this Linda Shepherd. Oh, I see. Thanks for calling me. No, I think we can work something out.”

She hung up the phone and said. “They moved up our therapy schedule, they want me there in an hour or so;” Mom picked up the phone and finding the number for Landon. Having him say he’ll be there in 20.” 

Mom rolled her eyes in agony then pounded her fist on my desk having Sparky dive out from underneath it, she said. “I was so looking forward to getting acquainted with you both today. I suppose you going with me is out of the question? I shook my head no, stating I couldn’t; because I was forbidden to come anywhere near my two sisters Susan and Becky until the hearing. Mom gave a heavy sigh, “why can’t your father just leave us alone?”

My mother quickly got dressed as Landon pulled up to the house while Dale I simply put on a robe as I drained the tub since it was almost cold anyway. The first thing we noticed he wasn’t using the limo… in that self, it was a surprise, but there was nothing worse than having people staring at you, the moment you climbed out of one. Instead, he drove his big family station wagon.

Mom said asking. “No limo?” Landon shook his head said. “It’s in the shop getting some work done. You are just going to therapy and spending the day with your kids minus one. Since Nate not allowed within 100 feet from your daughters. Or he could spend the remaining days in a cell until the hearing. We don’t need your husband to use that against him and you.

“Plus the fact Nate can’t be missed, considering he has a huge event this Friday and the premier shooting tomorrow for Tangled Hearts. Both they need him to attend and he can’t if he is in jail because you wanted him to violate his probation. Plus the fact if he did the bail money Mr. Stringum paid out for his release will be forfeited. I don’t know about you Linda but I would be very upset if I lost half a million dollars on something that could have been avoided. So let’s not take that chance shall we?”

He opened the car door on the front passenger side. Mom said rolling down the window. “I should be back around dinner time I want to continue where we left off. Dale, you promised me that I would howl so loud that my husband would hear me in two states. You are going to keep that promise.” She rolled up the window and they were off leaving me and Dale on the steps of my cabin almost freezing to death only wearing robe.