Miracle Cream 2d
By
Soul71
Thanks to WAA01, Killerarmyguy, and OM for the edits.
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It was a clear, warm Monday morning as Celeste, along with her son, Cory, stood in the office of his high school waiting to be seen as the woman at the front helped a student out. Her emerald eyes fell upon her son; for the past four days, she has worried that once again, her son would have to be rushed off to the hospital to deal with injuries sustained from men that couldn't truly be called men. While he was still in pain, Cory was improving steadily. She knew soon his left hand would be back in a fixed cast, seeing how the incision on his hand had healed rather nicely after his stay in the hospital last week.
"You okay, honey?" Celeste asked, lightly rubbing his back as he nodded.
"Yeah, pills have kicked in, although the staples are making me itch," Cory admitted, looking down when his mother took hold of his left forearm when he was about to put that annoying little feeling out of its misery.
"Don't, honey, you might hurt yourself," Celeste spoke in a motherly tone. She has seen far too much of her son's blood; enough to last her a lifetime. "I know it itches, that means your healing."
"At least I'll get these staples out soon," Cory grumbled, knowing it would probably be another week before his stab wound had healed enough for his stitches to be removed.
"Cassy is looking forward to it," Celeste said, seeing Cory rolling his eyes, given how he could now partially open his left eye since the swelling had gone down.
"Yes, may I help you?" the woman asked, once the student had everything she needed.
"Hello, I'm Celeste Miller, and this is my son, Cory," gesturing to him, "he's a senior here, and I'm here to drop off his doctor's note informing the school that he'll be absent for the next four weeks until he's recovered from the injuries he's sustained," Celeste said, handing the woman the note Dr. Whitmore had given her.
"I'm sorry to hear that; I hope he'll recover quickly, so he doesn't miss too much," the woman said, slyly eyeing Cory's hands. "Let me get the Vice Principle, so we can work with you, so your son isn't too far behind when he returns." Seeing Celeste nod before walking off to the man's office. It wasn't long before the woman returned with a late thirties to early forties-man in tow.
"Good morning, Mrs. Miller," he said, shaking her hand. "I'm sorry to hear about your son."
"I'm right here, you know," Cory grumbled. It was always the case when his mother or sisters were around; he was pretty much forgotten.
"We can certainly help you and your son keep his grades up during his absence. The school board set up a website for those like your son, so their long absence does not affect their primary subjects. However, his elective classes won't be covered. But your son can escort you to them and speak with his teachers and make arrangements," the man said, ignoring Cory's barb and handing Celeste the slip of paper with the website on it. "He'll just have to create a screen name and what district he's in and this school so the grades he accumulates can be added to his final grades."
"Thank you, I'll make sure he does it the first thing when we get home," Celeste said, with a friendly smile.
"You're welcome; if there's anything else we can do to ensure Cory graduates on time, don't hesitate to come in again," the man said. With that, she and Cory left the office and began to walk towards his first of his elective classes.
"Yes..." Lucia gasped at the sight of Cory. She had wondered why he wasn't in class at that moment. "Oh, my God! What happened to you?!"
"A cougar mauling," Cory answered with a coy smirk.
"Hey, Lucia," Celeste spoke as she and her friend hugged in the doorway seeing her students eyeing them. Seeing Cory returning the wave that Jessica directed at him when she saw him. "We're here to see if we can't pick up Cory's assignments for the next month while he's out."
"Of course, you'll have to tell me the real reason later; let me get my lesson planner," Lucia said, seeing the both of them nodding along. "Class read the chapter we're on, and we'll discuss it later; after I see to this," she directed as she walked to her desk.
Cory nodded when Jessica mouthed, 'Are you doing okay?' She and his other friends all knew he had to go back in for surgery last week. They made it a habit of keeping him cheered up. Mike, or Michael, his given name, he just preferred to go by Mike, spent the entire Sunday at his place just to keep him company. As well as measuring the holes where the old speakers in his '69 Mustang Mach 1 429 Cobra Jet used to rest along with the opening where the old car radio once was. Cory had a wide smile on his face when his friend's jaws dropped at the sight of the car when he showed it to them. That Saturday, his mother and sisters, with him fetching tools given the lack of use of his hands, successfully removed the front and rear seats from the interior, so they could be shipped off to be reupholstered. His mother, with his father on the phone, didn't even bat an eye when he told them he wanted leather seats. The person who was doing the work said he'd be by to pick them up tomorrow.. Cory just hoped they could make the dragon that was to be embroidered on the driver's seat look as cool as it appeared in his head.
Cory just hoped Mike could get that discount on that radio and speakers he told him about. While his parents were paying for the items needed to restore the car to a drivable condition, he was on the hook for the radio and speakers, the paint he was already going to pay for, given it was going to cost him one hundred and fifty dollars for each can of the custom paint. So, he was dipping into the money he had saved up over the past two years for when he would have, if the colleges had accepted him, left home, yet he knew it was for a good cause. He had an appointment with his father's coworker's paint guy later in the day, which Cassy would be taking him to, given how no one would be home in time for it.
"Come here, Cory," Lucia said, from her chair. While her primary teaching class was English, she covered this elective class on her free periods to earn a little extra money. "Here's what we'll be going over in the next month," noting the wide eyes of her students when Cory walked into the room and came to a stop at her desk, "I'm sure you got the website... Good," seeing him nod, "you just read these chapters, and I'll get worksheets printed out for you and drop them off by Wednesday. If you have any other worksheets handed to you, you just call me, and I'll come pick them up and turn them in to your teachers for you. Although... minds on your books, class," she spoke in that authoritative voice when she saw more eyes on them than their books. Rising from her chair, gesturing him towards the door.
"What happened to you?" Came the question from somewhere within the classroom.
"You remember those old Smoky the Bear commercials?" Cory replied to the unknown speaker.
"Yeah?!" Came their collective reply.
"Well, sad, sad, sad news," shaking his head, "don't do meth. It makes you paranoid and crazy?! We had to put him down, poor guy," Cory sniffled, playing up his joke, seeing Jessica fighting herself from laughing along with her peers. Nodding when she mouthed, 'I'll call you later.' Their chuckles followed Cory out of the room and died away when Lucia closed the door behind them.
"Cory, when you do the tests on the website, just take your time; there's no timer on them. If you have any questions, you know my number, and I'll be happy to go over the work with you. As for the tests in this class... I'll have to administer them at your home," Lucia said, with a sultry smile. All through the break, she had been dying for a good fucking. Not that her husband was a subpar lover, far from it, yet no one filled her like Cory had done on numerous occasions. "Would that be alright with you, Celeste?" she asked, looking over at her friend, who was nodding along.
"Yes, it will. Whatever it takes to keep Cory on the path to graduate this summer. I don't want him missing out on his first day at UNC," Celeste said, with a prideful smile.
"Congratulations?! We'll work extra hard to make sure you do. I'll call you later," Lucia said, resting her hand on the door handle, only wanting to bend over and touch the floor. All so, Cory could have his way with her eager little pussy.
"So any girls here I should know about?" Celeste teased as they walked through the halls towards his next class.
"More than you think," Cory stated vaguely.
"Oh? Is that so?!" Celeste mused, not eager for competition for the dragon in his pants. Memories of her own days in high school flared in her mind as the bell rang overhead. Quickly darting behind her son so as not to be crushed and trampled as the students poured out of their classrooms.
With a stop to his locker to get his textbooks he would be needing to do the assigned work while recuperating. Celeste had noticed how all those high school boys were checking her out as she walked beside her son. Some were cute, some had potential, others just did nothing for her -- namely the ones too full of themselves. She wondered if she would have some new prospects soon. Placing his books in the rear seat of her car and helping Cory into the front seat. The two of them set off for home.
"Okay, honey, I have to go to work," Celeste said, after making sure Cassy had everything she needed until Dayana and Zoe got home from their classes. Seeing him nod as he stood by the counter waiting for his cup of coffee to brew. "You know if you keep drinking them so fast and run out, I won't go buy anymore for two weeks." Trying to keep her smile from showing at the genuine fear on her son's face.
"You wouldn't?! You wouldn't deprive an addict, would you?" Cory asked, in a mournful tone.
"I would. You have a problem, Cory; you first have to admit it," Celeste spoke, watching how Cory hung his head.
"How can you be so cruel?!"
"It's for your own good," Celeste stated, placing her right hand on his left shoulder. "If I was cruel, you'd only get to smell it," she said, with a wicked grin at his widening eyes.
"I don't even know you anymore," Cory muttered, noting how Cassy was trying not to laugh.
"I'll just have to reacquaint you," Celeste whispered, placing a kiss on his left cheek, the cheek she had first kissed after he had pounded her into that motel bed. "You call me if anything happens," she directed, peering at Cassy as the straps of her purse rested on her shoulders.
"I will," Cassy nodded. "Now that it's just the two of us," turning to face him as Cory took a sip of his coffee, "the war can renew in earnest!" she exclaimed, causing Cory to arch an eyebrow.
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It was a quarter to two in the afternoon when Cassy pulled up to the building that housed the custom paint shop. Her deep glacial blue eyes ran over the sign that read Three Suns Paint with three different colored suns over the name. Quickly shutting off her car, unbuckling herself, and getting out of her car.
"You enjoy these seats?!" Cory asked; it felt like something was digging into his back.
"Someone must have put the lumbar on; they're very comfortable, I assure you," Cassy said, helping him out of her car. Slapping his hand away when he started to scratch his chest. "You'll get them removed next week. Just bear with it a little longer."
"Easy for you to say, you're not the one that feels like bugs are crawling beneath your skin," Cory grumbled.
