This chapter involves sex between an eighteen year old boy and his mother. If you have been reading the other chapters, you should have seen this coming.
REVISION 2: Fixed some typos, consistency, and generally tried to make it more readable. Also inserted some teasers after the chapter ending.
*** Revelations ***
Caleb was sitting on the couch, with his bronzed, blonde, blue-eyed goddess asleep in his lap with her head on his shoulder.
Now this is something I could get used to,
he thought.
After going eighteen years without sex, he had participated in intercourse twice in one day with two different female objects of his fantasies. Having nothing much better to do while he waited for his dream girl to wake up, he counted his orgasms.
Let's see. One with Mel, two with Mrs. Anderson, and now two with Gretchen. Huh, only my fifth orgasm. It seemed like more than that somehow. Hmm. Makes me thirsty thinking about it.
This girl, much like the last one, was passed out while still impaled on his erect penis. It was a happy or unfortunate side effect of his mystical necklace, depending on how you looked at it. It was pretty awesome to be able to cause women to pass out from the intensity of their orgasms, but at the same time, you are left with this unconscious sex partner.
Still, I guess it does give me some time to think. The way this day has been going, it's like I haven't had two minutes to collect my thoughts.
Just then, his ankle buzzed.
Probably Mom.
He really didn't want to wake the unconscious angel in his arms, but he didn't want his mom to worry so he tried reaching down and lifting his right leg where his pants were still bunched around his ankles. He had to lean her backwards a little bit, but he was able to reach down and fish his phone out.
Yep.
"Hi Mom," he answered.
"Hi baby, are you all right. Are you still at Gretchen's?"
"Yes Mom, something came up. But I'll probably be leaving soon."
"Well, the main reason I'm calling is to tell you that I think that Gretchen is a really nice girl. So if you want to spend the night, it's OK with me. I'll make up some excuse to cover for your father, if he even notices."
"What?"
"I said I'll handle your father."
"No, uh, did you say I could sleep over?"
"Yes, you're a big boy, and I trust you to take care of yourself. Although, I did have a little surprise planned for you tonight if you came home."
"What? A surprise?"
"Yeah, but we can save it for another night."
"Wait, what surprise?"
"Oh, I can't tell you, especially not over the phone. You will just have to wait and see for yourself."
"OK Mom, um, you got me intrigued, but I'm not sure how much longer I'm going to be."
"OK, whatever son. It's OK. You have a good time. Love you."
"Bye Mom."
"Bye baby"
Holy moly. Who was that woman, and what did she do with my mom?
Caleb wondered.
"Was that your mom, sweetie?" Gretchen asked, groggily.
"Oh Gretch, you woke up. Sorry. You want to go back to sleep?" he asked softly.
"No, I'm OK. I'm recovering, but I'm thirsty. Can I get you something? I've got water, diet coke, beer..."
"Water would be good."
"OK, just a sec."
Gretchen groaned as she got up off her man. And she thought of him as her man. Not that she wouldn't share, but she realized that there wasn't anyone else for her. She held her hand over her cooz, and walked over to the bathroom and cleaned up, her knockers knocking with each step.
When she came back out, she got a tall glass of water with some ice to share with her man. She stopped in front of him and smiled, rubbing the cold glass across her nipples.
"Mmmm. So what did Mom want?" she asked as she handed him the glass and sat down next to him on the couch.
After taking a long gulping drink he answered, "She wanted to let me know that she likes you, and that I can stay the night here if I want."
"Wow, isn't she a sweetie. So do you want to have a sleep over? I haven't done that in such a long time. We could make popcorn, and watch a movie. I've got Lucky Charms for breakfast."
"Wow, I'd really like to Gretchen, but I think I better head home. I don't think my dad would be that understanding, really. I am surprised my mom was that cool about it."
"Must be the necklace," she said.
"Yeah, that's what I was thinking."
"You know, they say every boy wants to have sex with their mother, and your mother is still really cute."
"What? What are you saying?"
"Well, truthfully, Caleb darling, I really like you, more than I have liked any guy in a long time. I am not ready to call it love yet, but I am falling for you. But even so, I wouldn't want to stand between a boy and his mom."
"But, what, where ..."
"I know, I know, I'm as surprised as you are. I guess I can't explain it. I feel like I can be myself with you. You make me really happy, you know? God, I really wasn't going to rush into this. I can't believe I just blurted all that out. I'm such an idiot sometimes." She turned away from him and looked embarrassed.
"Gretchen, look at me." He reached out with his hands and to her face and gently turned her towards him. "Gretchen, my life just got really crazy all of a sudden, but I want you to know that no matter what happens that you are very important to me, and I will always be there for you, OK? I mean, this necklace has women throwing themselves at me, so I think any relationship I am in is going to be weird."
"Caleb, I don't mind sharing, but I don't think I could live without you. I know you are going to be crazy busy, but find some time for me, OK? Keep me in the rotation?"
His heart was bursting. It was confusing. This revelation really complicated things, but this girl was it. It was going to be awkward. The congregation wouldn't understand. They would have to keep their love for each other a secret.
He looked her in the eyes. She was tearing up. He was still holding her face, and he pulled her in for a kiss. She kissed back hungrily out of need.
They were both naked, except for the pants around Caleb's ankles. He was sure he would never get tired of her body as he made broad sweeps from her hips to her bare ass up to her back, through her hair. He started to push her back onto the couch and climbed on top of her. This would be the first time Caleb would actually initiate sex, but she stopped him.
"Wait, wait. Just a second. I need a second."
"Gretchen, what's wrong?"
"For some reason, I just got this image of your mom at home waiting for you. I shouldn't keep you from her."
"Whoa, whoa, what?"
"Yeah, I know it sounds crazy. But I think she needs you, OK? Don't bother bringing me back to get my car. Just swing by in the morning to bring me into church, OK? A quarter of nine? You got my number right? You can find your way back here?"
"Yeah, I can do that, but are you sure?"
"I'm sure, so pull up your pants and get out of here, lover," she grinned.
"Gretchen, I am not going to have sex with my mother. That just isn't going to happen, OK?"
"Caleb, I hear what you're saying, but let me tell you that moms are a force of nature. You don't really have a say about some things. I think once she turns on the charm, you aren't going to be able to say no."
Caleb chuckled, because he knew on some level she was probably right. As screwed up as it sounded, if his mom wanted to bed him, he wouldn't be able to say no. He just couldn't believe that was what his mom wanted.
*** Good Night ***
As Caleb pulled into his driveway, it was still only about half past nine. Most of the lights in the house were already off. This didn't surprise him. His family was largely an 'early to bed, early to rise' sort of folk, and there would be nine o'clock church the next morning. He was a little disappointed that his mom didn't wait up for him to give him his surprise, but he understood.
He went straight upstairs and got ready for bed, and settled in under his covers. He was exhausted, but his mind was still racing at a million miles an hour. More significant events had happened today than had happened in all of his previous experiences put together. He didn't think there would be any way he would be able to fall asleep, but at least he got a moment to think and recover.
How exactly did this all happen? What did this mean? What should I do with this? Do I have any control over anything that happens?
He had thought about these questions all of the way home, and he still hadn't sorted anything out. Maybe it was something Gretchen could help him with. She was his life coach, after all.
Before he had a chance to formulate any further answers or theories, he heard a light knock at his door, and the knob turned without waiting for a reply. His mother entered the room wearing her terry cloth robe and pink fuzzy slippers. She closed the door and padded over to him, and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Hey Caleb, I heard you come in and I wanted to check on you. I was a little surprised to see you come home tonight."
"Mom, what do you mean? Where else would I be?"
"Well I thought you were going to stay over at Gretchen's place. You are such a nice boy, I should have known you wouldn't press your advantage."
Caleb blushed. "Oh Mom, where did that come from?"
Darcy replied, "Well, Mrs. Anderson explained to me a little about your condition tonight at dinner. She said that you would need some help from your friends and family."
"Condition? What condition is that Mom?"
"Well, she said something about this necklace you're wearing has given you some special gifts, but you're going to need some help keeping them in check, and help learning how to use them responsibly."