I'd like to thank Ann Nthusiastically for her hard work editing this chapter.
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When the woman from the boarding school arrived, Jason could not help himself but spy on the 'private' conversation the woman was having with his mother. There was something off about that woman, it sent chills down his spine the way she looked at both him and his mother, but he didn't dare tell his mother about it, she already was at wits' end with him, and it was completely his fault.
He wasn't a trouble-maker, he didn't get into fights or bully people, and in fact he was rather quiet and an introverted person. He in fact avoided most people and spent most of his time in his room. He was already 18, and he hadn't made any friends and lost the few he had in middle school.
Jason wasn't built for a fight even if he wanted to, he was 5'8½" tall, and skinny as a plank, with mouse brown hair that was perpetually untidy. He didn't have much muscle to speak of, though he was extremely quick when he wanted to be. He had dark brown eyes and a decently angular face that implied he could be handsome, if he got out of the hell that was the teenage years. He had only one large part, and he did his best to hide it well with baggy clothes.
But that was his problem, he was too introverted, too nervous around people, especially around the opposite sex. He spent too much time in his room with his door locked, and his grades were constantly at the point of almost failing. His mother knew he was a smart boy, in middle school he was at the top of the class, extroverted and an altogether happy child. She was afraid of what was happening to her son.
His mother wasn't stupid, she knew what boys did behind close-doors, but Jason was afraid of how she would react to why he shut himself off. He had a cursed dick. It sounded silly, but it was the only explanation. No matter what he did, it wouldn't go down. Oh he'd tried masturbation before, oh did he, and he would reach his happy ending, over and over, but it would almost never go down. He once went a marathon of more than ten times, and it didn't even show signs of slowing.
Some days he could get relief if by some miracle it went down on its own, or he concentrated really hard on thinking about the least sexy things his mind could come up with, but those days were rare. And what was worse, when he was hard, it was a constant distraction, like a fly constantly buzzing around, interrupting his ability to think. He found his actual libido didn't feel connected to the readiness of his cock, though his libido worried him more. When he was legitimately horny however, it was a whole different ball game, his mind couldn't think of anything but release, honing in on his target or targets of lust like a missile. It scared him, he felt one step closer to becoming a rapist.
He didn't want to disappoint his mother, she was all alone raising him, and he loved her dearly. But it was so easy to set him off; school was a nightmare: a too small skirt, dress cut too low, a slight jiggle, plump lips, hell, even some of the girls voices. What was absolutely the worst was how he could smell them, and oh, how it made him shake. So he avoided people, accepted the name calling caused by his anti-social behavior and hid when he could. To be honest, he was at his own wits' end as well.
He wanted to go to a doctor, get this sorted out, but that would involve his mom, and worse money. Money had always been a major problem in their household, doctor visits rare and only for emergencies. If something was seriously wrong with him, and he was sure that there was, there was no way to pay the cost. He hated to admit it, but the fear of actual confirmation that he was a freak by a professional was always in his mind.
His mother had always told him, get good grades, get a scholarship, and go to college, and he was failing her. His mother not knowing what was wrong, and his own reluctance to tell her put plenty of tension in the house. He knew she loved him, but there was no way he could tell her.
Then the news came.
"Someone is coming over tomorrow to talk about your future."
Jason stopped eating what little cereal he had left, and turned to pay attention to his mother for the first time since he had been up. "Umm..., what?" was the most intelligible response he could give.
After a long pause, she continued, her voice calm and speaking matter-of-factly, "I've been searching around and I found information about a school that can help you, I hope. I called and talked to them over the phone and they agreed to send a representative to see if you meet their criteria for acceptance."
Jason's mind had a hard time catching up to the situation as he stammered another question, hoping for his mind to click. "What criteria...? What school?"
"Lustrum Academy for Troubled Youth," she stated, her voice still staying calm.
It finally clicked in his head. "Wait mom-"he started in protest, but was quickly cut off as his mother raised her voice, her eyes almost on the verge of tears.
"I don't know what to do, Jason! Your grades are falling, your teachers say you don't talk to anyone and despite all my attempts to get you to open up, to find out what's wrong, you push me away! I can't take it anymore, Jason!"
Again silence filled the air for nearly ten minutes. Jason had nothing to say, nothing he could say, it was all true and she was just as lost as he was. So he remained silent, his head down as he fought to stay calm.
"The lady, a Miss Pallaca, will see you tomorrow about your possible attendance at her boarding school."
"Mom," Jason said quietly, "Boarding school is expensive."
Calmly she stated, "If you meet the criteria, they are willing to help provide funding. They claim to have done it before and we are really lucky for this opportunity. Tomorrow she will come, we will all be on our best behavior and we will prove to her that you are worth having at her school." And that was that.
So here she was, Miss Pallaca, promptly on time the next day at his door. The woman was somewhere around 5'6 to 5'7" and she wore a blue and white striped business dress with a white button-up shirt underneath. She wore high heels with grace that showed off her long shapely legs, the dress not doing a damn thing to hide the curves of her large and heart shaped rear. The woman had plenty of assets, not just her shapely rear but an incredible sized bust that Jason could swore grew bigger every time he looked, his constant activities on the web searching for relief giving him an estimate of around F cup, maybe a G. Plenty of buttons were left undone to provide enough cleavage that threatened to show her bra. Her face was beautiful, stern, and mature, her lips were full and painted black with lipstick. Glasses adorned her face and black hair was pulled into a tight neat bun.
The sight made his dick strain against his pants, he could almost feel his loins burning. This woman was a literal wet dream and Jason fought against his overwhelming urge to at the very least jack himself off to her image. Yet something unnerved him. First, the woman was nowhere near modest with her attire. It wasn't to porn star level, but it was dangerously close to Halloween costume level for a naughty businesswoman. It felt odd for an interview with a potential student and his family. Second, when her brown eyes looked at him, it sent a small chill in his spine, as if she was looking at a piece of meat. He almost could swear she wet her lips as soon as she saw him.
Jason's mother didn't seem to find the same things wrong as he did and invited Miss Pallaca inside, trying to be gracious and polite as possible.
"Thank you, Miss Sopio," Miss Pallaca voice was alluring and naturally seductive as she accepted the tea handed her by Jason's mother. "You didn't have to prepare anything, I am grateful for your welcome."
"Don't worry about it," his mother smiled, "after all, this is about my son's future. I see no reason not to extend as much hospitality as I can to the person that will help decide my son's fate."
She smiled and looked at his mother. Jason could not see her eyes but that chilling feeling returned in his spine. "I'm sure your son will be a perfect fit, no need to worry. I just had to meet him myself to confirm, that is all. Really you don't have to go to any trouble."
His mother again gave a bright smile in response. "Well, that's a relief, should I go get him, or do you want to talk to him privately?"
Placing her tea cup back down on its saucer, the woman stood up from her seat and slowly moved toward his mother. "There's no need, I can go get him myself in a minute. First I must give my thanks for your wonderful tea and letting me into your home."
Seeing the woman slowly approaching, Jason's mother took a step back in confusion. She tried to continue the tone of their original conversation, but the actions of the woman and feeling the tone shift caused Jason's mother's voice to have hints of worry. "Y-you already thanked me, and you are the one helping my son, there's really no need to..."