This is part 2. Please don't read this Story without reading part one.
Please be gentle with me, I just bought Grammarly and am trying my best to edit properly. Don't forget, I'm a Carpenter dam it, not an English Major.
Thank you.
I could smell the coffee and the Twin's scintillating odors still in my clothes from last night; as my eyes opened, I could see the dull grey of a bright day. I turned my face to the window and felt the sun warm me as it turned my world light gray. My dreams were full of all the pictures of the twin's faces as they were the only things I had ever seen with my eyes. Everything came flooding back to me like an ice-cold cloth being used to wash my face. Crystal clear every smell, touch, and now, pictures of the most beautiful twins.
My cock was hard. Whether from me having to go pee or my memory of last night, I didn't know. As I headed to the bathroom to pee my hard-on away, I smelt my mom's fragrance wafting down the hall from the kitchen. Mom always smells precisely the same; I could easily pick her out of a crowd of a million women. She was the first person I locked into my memory banks, and I get to lock that smell in every day of my life; you could say she is my bedrock smell.
It took a few minutes to pee my morning glory away so I wouldn't be embarrassed to have my coffee with Mom like we did every morning. Today was different. It was two in the afternoon, and I had just woken up. I thought about returning to my room and putting some clothes on, as I have always slept in only my briefs and no Pajamas. Pj's seemed to grate against my sensitive skin, so I stopped wearing any after I was 6.
"Hi, mom." I said as I entered the kitchen, "Sorry I slept so late."
There was an audible gasp as I entered, and I immediately felt my underwear to check if my penis was hanging out or something.
"What the hell happened to you? You look like a tiger has mauled you.
Oh, Baby, what did they do to you?" Mom's emotions were betraying her anger, and I could hear the tears in her eyes start to flow.
"What, I have marks on me?" I stupidly replied.
I heard mom slide a stool over from the Island into the middle of the kitchen and the order to "SIT here. I'll be right back."
Mom returned and started digging into some bags that she had.
"Fuck, Mom, that hurts," I screamed as I smelled the iodine she rubbed on my skin.
"Sorry honey, maybe I should use the polysporin. I'll wipe down all your scratches with an antiseptic first."
As soon as the antiseptic wipe touched my skin, I felt all the little skid marks the twins made with their nails and teeth all over my neck and chest. I was embarrassed when mom made me stand up, and she proceeded down my body
moving my under ware down a bit to follow the scratch marks to my pubic hair. My legs only had a few scratches on the front.
"Turn around, and I'll do your backside now." Mom said.
I turned and leaned on the stool as mom did my back. There were a lot of marks on my back that mom wiped, but when she got to my ass, I jumped in pain. The girls must have ripped my ass to shreds; it hurt so much. Yes, it stung a bit when I got up, but I hardly felt any pain from the scratches until mom wiped them.
As mom switched to the polysporin, we started back on the front.
"Well, will you tell me what happened, or do I have to guess why a set of twins dropped you off this morning looking like you got into a fight with a bunch of Barn Cats?"
I just sat there thinking about what to tell her and what not to tell her, and the silence was so loud that it almost hurt. I was embarrassed that mom was cleaning my wounds, and I knew she deserved an answer to her question, but I needed time to put a G-rated story together.
"What's wrong, JJ? You talk to me every day, but now that I ask for a bit of an explanation about how you ended up like this, you can say anything to me." Mom said.
I could hear her voice's emotion and smell the salty tears running down her face like a faint sea breeze near the ocean. I licked my lips, and they confirmed the salt in the air from Mom's tears.
My heart was ashamed of me, and my ego that only hours ago was pumped up to make my head explode now came crashing down on the reality that I'd hurt my mom.
"Do you want the long version or the cliff notes, Mom?"
"I want the truth JJ and if that's the long version, then yes, I want the long version."
I told mom about what happened in class and how the girls gave me the new nickname of the hound. Then all about the girls taking me partying with them, and I even told her about the show I put on for the girls with my nose.
I explained about them trying to trick me with the twins, and mom paused me for a second.
"The same twins that dropped you off this morning?"
"Yes, Mom, that's them. They were on my arms for the rest of the Party.
One thing led to another, and then they hid my Virginity from me, and they won't tell me where it is. I still can't find it."
Mom was chuckling and slapped me on the arm before hugging me.
"I was worried about you, but I knew this day would come sooner or later," Mom Whispered to me.
"Mom, there's something else I have to tell you, and it's pretty important. When I had my climaxes with the twins, I could see for a few seconds each time; I could see their faces and the room we were in. I'm not blind. I can see in certain situations.
After mom stopped crying and we sat down at the table. Mom got out of her computer and wrote down exactly what had happened. She made me explain every detail and what led to each orgasm. As I explained the entire evening very clinically, I imagined I was a doctor needing every detail for the cure of a patient's blindness, as this was the best way for me to explain it and not get embarrassed.
Mom typed as I dissected my sexual encounter in minute detail; every once in a while, she commented on something.
In the end, mom had some things to say.
"There might be a cure for your blindness JJ; we know that your eye site was there and working even for a short period which means there is a blockage somewhere and extreme stimulation to your striatum activated your eye site."