This is the continuing saga of a naive teen who finds a magic necklace, and how he deals with all of the women throwing themselves at him.
There's going to be doing some spoiler warnings here, so feel free to skip down to the next bold section title if want to keep some of the mystery.
Warning: More incest with sister and mother, and some sexual activity during a church service. Everyone is eighteen or older.
This one took a little longer, and I should warn you that I might move to an even slower cadence, like one a month or something. Just wanted to set expectations. I don't have the full story already written like some authors do.
And I'm sorry for flipping around categories. That's really mostly my own doing. I think this story sits on the boundary of a several categories.
*** The Wind in the Willows ***
Luckily, neither mother nor son were seriously hurt after breaking the kitchen table during a raucous sexual breakfast buffet. In fact, the twisted pair couldn't stop laughing, and they continued to laugh until they heard footsteps upstairs as doors open and close.
Darcy got a bit of an irritated look on her face. "Bother." She knew their post coital bliss would soon come to an end.
Caleb smile and continued with, "... said Rat, all over egg."
Her face smoothed as she chuckled. It was a reference to a story she had read to him when he was younger. She was big into reading, and she had always read to him at night before she tucked him. It was her way of encouraging him to read, and at least this much parenting had worked.
"Where did that come from?" she asked with a broad grin.
"'The Wind in the Willows'? It's a children's book. Maybe you've heard of it?" It hadn't been his favorite book growing up. He preferred stories that took place in outer space where the kid suddenly realized he was the center of the universe or the son of a god, but he always cherished that time with his mom. And for some reason, this breakfast predicament with his sister tromping around upstairs triggered a scene from the book.
A thought dawned on him. He realized that he hadn't felt this close to her since she stopped reading to him once he reached puberty, and things started getting kind of awkward between them.
She chuckled, "Yeah, I remember it. It seems like lifetime ago."
"I always appreciated the times we spent reading together."
"In your bed," she grinned.
"Yeah, in my bed."
"You were always such a sweet boy, and so shy, but I remember you trying to cop a few innocent feels while we snuggled in bed together. I could tell that you fancied me."
"Sorry Mom."
"No, it's all right honey. I always understood. I can't imagine what it must have been like growing up with your sister and I in the house and all of those hormones in your blood stream. I think it's normal to be confused about getting excited when you catch a view of female anatomy, especially when it is a close relative."
Caleb couldn't believe he was having this discussion with his mom. The relationship seemed healthier and more open despite the sexual perversions.
"Well, I guess we should get up and do something about this mess."
"Sure Mom."
They got up, and Darcy got a couple of warm wet wash clothes so they could wipe the pancakes, syrup and goo off of themselves.
Darcy remembered back the times they used to read in bed, and he would put his head on her shoulder and snuggle with her while she read. Those were such sweet times.
Then she started thinking about what a fine young man her baby was growing into, and so popular with the ladies.
"So, uh, I guess that you've entertained a few girls since yesterday. You're getting quite popular. Gretchen, Ming Anderson, your sister, and me, right?"
"You knew about them?"
"Well, I heard you and your sister this morning, and I guessed about Gretchen. Ming sort of spilled the beans yesterday when she told me about the necklace and what kind of help you were needing."
"Wow. And you're OK with all that?"
"Well, yeah. I guess. It seems sort of right, somehow."
"Well, um, you missed one, Mel," he said.
"Mel? Who's he?"
Is he bi-sexual? Not that there's anything wrong with that, but I thought we were over that one.
"I mean Melissa. I met her yesterday at the storage unit. Remember I mentioned her on the phone?"
A little relieved, she responded, "Ah, Mel. That's right." She giggled when she thought about the strange conversation they had while he was cleaning out the storage unit.
Well, that explains that!
"Come to think of it, it sounded like you two were having fun. We should invite her over for dinner some night. I'd love to meet her."
Darcy knew this wouldn't be the end of his conquests, and why should it be?
He is such a wonderful boy. He should get what he wants.
"So, uh, who's next on your list? Is there anyone I can help set you up with?" Several friends and family members ran through her head while she pondered who else she could share this joy with, and who it would help most. She suddenly locked onto someone.
"Uh, Mom, I don't know about you fixing me up on any dates. That seems kind of weird."
She chuckled at the irony of his remark.
What about this isn't a little weird?
she wondered.
"Oh Caleb, don't worry. I won't do anything crazy, but a thought occurred to me. Do you think that Grandma Betsy is cute? She stays in pretty good shape. Sometimes I join her for yoga. She's religious about it. Have you ever had any fantasies about Grandma Betsy?"
"What?!"
"Well, she is still pretty young for a grandma; she isn't even sixty yet. And don't think I haven't noticed you staring at her rack."
"Mooommm!" Caleb protested. This was starting to get pretty embarrassing.
"What? I'm just saying she still seems pretty attractive, and well, I think it would do her some good."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"Well, I don't think she's had much romance with your grandfather lately. They seem to be drifting apart. They're so different from each other. And I wonder if a little spark wouldn't cheer her up a bit."
