My Summer Project Part 1: Dr. Baxter Arrives
This story is the first of a new series, introducing some new characters. Our protagonist and narrator is Francis (Frank, or Frankie) Hollis, a 22-year-old college senior studying robotics at UW-Madison. The story takes place during the summer before his senior year at his home outside Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Frank is working as a paid intern for a project his father, Ted, is leading.
For readers of my other stories, we reintroduce Bobbi, who first appeared in -
We Find Our Perfect Home - A Pine Run Story #1
as the precocious 15-year-old daughter of Chrissy, one of the central characters. It's now nine years later, and our girl genius has grown up to become Dr. Bobbi Baxter, a brilliant scientist, inventor, and a leading voice in the AI revolution. She appears in this story not because of her notoriety and fame but because she has volunteered to meet with Frank's father's committee to represent the Pine Run Trustees.
Ted and Frank have scheduled a meeting for the project committee to meet with the Pine Run Turstee's representative on the last Saturday of July. This meeting brings Bobbi to their home.
-- School's Out --
This summer, I worked as a paid intern for my dad on a project he was doing for the Archdiocese of Milwaukee. It wasn't a challenging job. The work was mostly research and documentation, which differs significantly from my robotics studies at UW-Madison. It was a lot of fun working with Dad, although he was a taskmaster. I worked 25 hours a week, and I mainly could set my hours as long as I got the work done and it paid very well. I made more in the first month than I would've made at McDonald's for the summer.
The Arch Bishop of Milwaukee has tasked my father to divest a large parcel of land the Diocese owns. Dad assembled a committee of himself and two professors from Loyola in Chicago and Marquette University. They are examining ways to sell or, in some way, divest a 150,000-acre undeveloped parcel of land on the Door Peninsula. Originally purchased at the end of the 19th Century with plans to build an Orphanage and school for native children, the project never started, and the land has sat empty since. The challenge is that while they want to get rid of the property, they don't want to sell it to developers who will chop it up and build expensive tract homes. The Bishop wants an environmentally sound solution that supports the local community and economy. The Church could use a nice PR win.
My work wasn't taxing; it bordered on the mundane, but I found it relaxing. It provided a good break for the summer before my senior year. Generally, the days were uneventful--until the last weekend in July, when Dad was hosting members of his committee and a representative for the trust that manages a unique development outside of Escanaba, Michigan. My calm, mundane job took an unexpected turn that started with a phone call from my Aunt at 6 AM that Saturday morning.
-- What's Your Fantasy --
I wake with a start at 6:30 AM, a full half an hour before my alarm. I had this recurring and all too real dream again that I awake from with either a raging erection or covered in cum because I ejaculated. Thankfully it wasn't a wet dream today, I have enough shit to deal with.
I believe I'm having these dreams because I haven't had sex since my girlfriend from college broke up with me in May, and it's been over two and a half months. I have tried several things, including masturbating more often, thinking that might stop the dreams, but to no avail.
It is nearly always the same; In my dream, I am in my kitchen, and a tall woman wearing a mask is fucking my Dad, who is bound to the chair and gagged and blindfolded. My father is naked with an erection, and it is shiny with either spit or the woman's cream. The woman is naked except for a short baby doll nighty that doesn't cover her tits or muff. The only identifying features on the woman are a small heart tattoo just above her left nipple, and her bush is a small blonde landing strip above her large clitoral hood and long, thick lips. It always starts with me walking into the kitchen wearing only boxers or pajamas.
I almost always watch the woman ride my father, and she signals me to be quiet. She doesn't want my Dad to know I'm there. The sight turns me on, and my cock escapes through the fly of whatever I'm wearing, and I jack off. Then the woman motions me to come closer. When I do, she starts jacking and sucking my cock. Then she has me suck on her tits and lick and suck on her clit. When I do this, I must be careful not to reveal my presence to my father. After the woman cums several times, she sucks my cock again. She deep throats me, and sometimes I cum when my Dad blows his load in her pussy. Other times she gets off Dad and sucks his cock, and takes his cum in her mouth while I fuck her hard from behind. Sometimes she has me fuck her in her ass. Every time this is part of the dream, I wake up to my cock ejaculating cum over my body.
There is a variation when the woman wants Dad to know I'm there, but not that it's me, just someone else fucking the woman. We fuck in several positions, but it always ends with me fucking and cumming in her ass.
Whenever I cum in the dream, I wake up sweaty and breathing heavily. My cum coating my belly and chest. Some mornings, like today, I haven't cum, but I have a rager, and I usually have to masturbate to get it to go away, and I always cum quickly. On other mornings, my cum covers my upper body. A few times, I awoke in the middle of my orgasm, and sometimes, my ejaculations were so strong I gave myself a facial.
On the wet dream mornings, I awake in a near stupor and can't do anything but lie in my bed for several minutes. It almost feels like sleep paralysis; I can't move, and my arms lay dead at my sides, but weirdly, I can pick up my head enough to look down at my body. I can only attribute this to the intensity of the orgasm and the amount of endorphins swimming around in my brain.
One such morning happened during the first week of July. I woke before my orgasm began, unable to move, with my cock straining for release. I could feel a tremendous pressure building in my loins when I heard a soft knock on my door. I knew it was my mother, but I could make no sound. When I didn't respond, she thought I was still sleeping and entered my room. Mom carried a neatly folded pile of underwear and made it to my dresser before she looked at me. She dropped my clean laundry on the floor.
"Hey, Frankie, are you... OH, Shit! I'm sorry..." Mom said, surprised. "Franki, you really should...".
Helpless to do anything, I looked at my mother in horror as she stood, momentarily transfixed. Wide-eyed, her words fell away as she stared at my naked body, my big cock, fully erect, jerking and bouncing. Then my cock began pulsing and forcefully ejecting thick ropes of cum on me. As the first two loads hit me in the face, I moaned, and Mom dropped my clothes and covered her mouth with her hand. I heard her groan as she watched my big cock jerk and pulsate, shooting thick white streams of cum on my naked body. She seemed as frozen as I, watching her son's intense orgasm. I never took my eyes off Mom, and once my orgasm subsided, my paralysis seemed to diminish. But then my hand moved without my bidding and began stroking my cock. She watched as I jacked myself, milking the last of my oozing cum from it. Her gaze shifted to my cum covered face. Briefly looking into my eyes with an expression I couldn't read. Then she glanced over my cum streaked body and back to me, continuing to jerk my slowly deflating cock. Then she turns, quickly leaving my room.
I walked around on tenterhooks, waiting with trepidation for her to say something. Mom never mentioned it and acted like nothing happened that day or the next. I thought she might be ignoring what happened to spare me embarrassment. But after Dad left for work on Monday, she broached the subject over coffee. We sat at our kitchen bar as we have a hundred times before, she in a thigh-length sleep t-shirt and me in boxers.
-- Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm --
"Frankie, can we talk about the other morning? You should lock your door when you're going to do that," she said casually. "So you're not interrupted when you're... ah... taking care of your needs."
"Sorry, Mom," I apologize. "I didn't..."
"It's okay, you don't need to apologize," she interrupts. "Everyone has those needs. It's normal, especially for a young man like yourself, to masturbate. Really, everyone does it; they just don't admit it."
"But Mom, I..."
"It's okay, Frankie; we all do it. I know you probably don't want to hear this, but I masturbate at least once a week, sometimes more, and have been doing so since long before I met your father."
"MOM!" I exclaim.
"I expect you know your sister does," Mom says, ignoring me, "since she tends to leave her shower toys in your shared bathroom. I would say your Dad... because most guys do, but... how do I say this... your Dad is a little weird about some things, so I'm not sure about him. The only time I've seen him jack off was when we did it together."
"MOM!" I exclaim again.
"Chill! You're not a child anymore. I may be your mother, but we're both adults now. Yeah, I know, kids don't think their parents have sex. But you wouldn't be here if we didn't, and we continue to because sex is fun and will as long as our bodies cooperate. And even then, some amazing drugs are out there now to help."
I shake my head.
"So," Mom continues, "self-pleasure is not the sole domain of the young. We old, wrinkled folks love getting off, too. I mean, who doesn't like a good orgasm?"
"You're not old or wrinkled," I say.
Mom is the hottest of all my friend's mothers. My buddy, John, has expressed the wish to fuck her more times than I care to think about. I usually smack him when he says this.
"Awe, thank you, dear."
"I just want you to know it's okay, but lock your door; I don't think me walking in will help you to reach your climax. However, last week, it didn't seem to impact your outcome. And don't worry about getting your... stuff on the sheets; it all comes out in the wash.
