Note to First-Time Readers: This is the continuing story about the sexual development of Tom Connors, a now-24 year old man who grew up in a small town and is now a post-graduate student in electrical engineering at a state university. You will understand him better if you read chapters 1 and 2. Very briefly, Tom thought he was becoming impotent. He sought conventional medical and behavioral help but they were unsatisfying. Only after getting a sub rosa referral to Dr. Lorraine Theriault, a registered nurse and PhD clinical psychologist, did he learn that rather than being impotent, he was if anything, hyper-potent. This and preceding chapters have been his continuing story of his hyper-potency experiences.
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Watching Mom's car pull out of the motel parking lot and head for the freeway, I tried to assess exactly how I was feeling about her. About Erika Connors. About what we had done together as woman and man rather than mother and son.
It was more accurate to conclude exactly how I wasn't feeling. I was not feeling either guilt or shame for the sex we'd both wanted and happily shared. I tried to convince myself that I ought to feel at least a little remorse at the cultural violations I had committed so eagerly with her and the pleasure I had experienced from committing them. Well, pleasure we both had experienced.
After a couple more minutes of surprisingly reflective thought, I concluded that rather than feeling guilt, shame, or remorse, I should be and, in fact, was very happy for Mom and the likely prospect of her new job with the County Library. Just that simple and uncomplicated. The world hadn't ended at the moment of our cries of lust and explosions of our mutual orgasms.
When Erika and I had been lying together on the motel bed, both sexually exhausted, we seemed to come to an unspoken agreement that the sex we'd had was something both of us had wanted more than either of us had realized. We knew, too, that the time would come when we would enjoy it again. That thought kept returning to me. It eased my mind immensely during my drive back to my apartment.
On the way home, I called Lorraine to thank her for the wise advice she had given to me before Mom's visit.
"Tom! I'm so glad to hear from you. How's the visit going?" she said when she answered the phone. "Erika leaves tomorrow, doesn't she?"
I explained to her how Mom had been so rejuvenated that she decided to go home a day early to rework her application for the Library job.
"Oh. Well, I hope you both enjoyed the time you had together. Did you and Erika have the 'talk' you and I discussed at my office before her visit?" Lorraine asked delicately. Of course, Lorraine had encouraged me to be willing to do much more than talk if Erika wanted more than talk as badly as I did.
"We did," I answered enthusiastically, "And it went even better than Erika or I expected it would. It was one of the easiest and most comfortable 'discussions' I've ever had with her or anyone else.
Mom fully expects to get the County Library job. If she does, she will be coming over to the University Library more often to interact with her mentor there on some projects. As she was leaving, Mom said Erika might be coming from time to time."
"Tom, that's wonderful. I'm not surprised though. After meeting your mother and talking with the two of you together, there was little doubt at all in my mind that you and she have an excellent line of communication that is even more open now than before. Your physical connection obviously enhanced that rather than damaged it.
I'm hoping to hear all the details next time we're together," Lorraine concluded.
"Gladly," I promised. "But before I forget, has Jamie contacted you about Amanda's modification to your phallus?" I asked.
"Oh, she's already made the change. She really praised Amanda, Mercedes and you for the analysis and quick solution to my odd reaction," Lorraine said.
"I'm glad the changes were so easily and quickly completed," I added.
"Yes, that's what Jamie said, too," Lorraine said agreeably. "I'm going to her lab this afternoon to retrieve my phallus. Jamie said I'll have a slightly different application procedure to follow now, so she wants to make sure I understand it as well as keeping alert for any other reactions."
"Are you going to have to postpone any sexual activity because of the new process?" I asked.
"I'll be sure ask Jamie if she doesn't bring it up. She didn't say anything about it on the phone, though."
"Will you let me know what she says?" I asked.
"Is your interest personal or professional?" Lorraine questioned. I could hear the hopefulness in her voice, though.
"Definitely both," I responded emphatically.
"Good answer," she assured me with a laugh. "Could I call you tonight to tell you all about it?"
"Of course," I answered. "I was hoping you would."
We ended our call. Traffic up ahead was slowing to a stop. I flipped on my car radio to the local news station that also has the most up-to-the-minute traffic reports. Bad accident a short distance ahead, but now that I was sitting in the gridlock, there was no finding an alternate route. They said the police expected to have one lane of traffic each direction open in another few minutes.
Oh, well. I decided to use the tie-up time to call Bethany. I should be able to catch her before she leaves for work.
She answered right away, but she sounded a little stressed. Nothing alarming, just not the usual bright and cheerful Bethany.
I thanked her for her advice about Mom's visit. Bethany's encouragement had been slightly different, but it had bolstered me as much as Lorraine's had. As we talked, I could still hear something odd in Bethany's voice. She sounded a little distracted, so I asked her about it.
"Oh, it's just one of those things that come up at The Club occasionally," she said. Then she quickly added, "But don't worry. It doesn't have anything to do with Geri's and my flying out for the meeting with Misako and Risa tomorrow.
We're both more certain than ever that The Club will be hosting Misako's photo exhibition and talk. But, since this will be the first time for this type of special program, we're a little nervous about how it will be received by members and their guests. We want to be sure we get our first presentation as right as we can. Even though it will likely have strongly sexual sidetones and results, a photographic exhibit is not the same as the live, onstage sexual presentation our members and guests are used to.
What's got me a little concerned right now, though, is something further down the road."
"Oh?" I said. "Anything I can do to help?"
"Remember I was telling you about the'Boys Will Be Girls' night at The Club? Well, there's been a glitch. The booking agent for the actors we used last year called to tell me the actors decided not to do it this year. Now I've got to try and come up with another headliner act with the same theme.
This year's BWBG had been scheduled for about a month from now. Fortunately, we've tentatively plugged Misako's exhibit into that time slot, so I've got a couple months or more before I have to get BWBG back on the schedule. Still, it's a bit aggravating. Tasteful and classy but arousing trans acts and actors that are comfortable and skilled working in our type of venue are tough to come up with."
