This is a long read I know. The purpose of this when I wrote it, was not for a quickie but rather a slow build on a topic I have never thought to try before. WARNING. This does include element of the occult, incest and likely some bad grammar. BTW I wanted to try something new, these are not my actual beliefs. Peace out!
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Oliver sat in his room contemplating the day. His stomach felt heavy with unease. His perfect 4.0 GPA was down the tubes. He failed his religion mid-term. As a senior in a catholic school, religion was a required course. Previous years he actually did rather well in it. He did not understand why, but this semester felt different. His grades in all other studies were still as strong and sound, however today when he bent over the blank, lined answer sheet, he was drawing a blank. He attempted to guess a few answers, the look on his professor's face when he glanced at the page could be summed up as not amused. Oliver had no idea how he was going to explain this to his mother. His father, he knew, would not care. Work was always Steven Prince's first love, something Oliver could not understand because his mom was a looker.
After an awkward conversation with her a few months ago, Oliver was beginning to assume that his father was in fact gay. Not that he had any problem with gay people, the way his mom said he married to keep up appearances, made him wonder. Usually men in high powered positions tend to develop god complexes and screw around, and this would explain why he never saw his father with a young secretary or junior exec. In fact, one time when he complained to his mother about the restricting required dress code to the catholic school he attended, she informed him that the choice to send him there was his fathers, wanting him to have the best education. Since neither of his parents seems particularly religious, he could believe it. Oliver scrubbed his hands over his scruffy face. From last summer to this school year, he had changed a lot.
When school was dismissed for the summer, Oliver was a thin, short boy, who had little body hair and the stature of a Toby Maguire body. And like the actor in his more famed role, required lenses. With his father tied up at work, he and his mother took off to see the U.S. traveling from city to city to look at schools. It was the best summer he could honestly ever recall having. His mother, Leah had kept the youthful appearance of a college co-ed over the years. Her face still flawless and wrinkle free, her long, inky black hair was free of grey. When he looked her in the eye, he always saw youth, vibrance and a healthy dose of wickedness. The latter always confused him, never warm or matronly, her eyes always spoke of a joke that he was not in on. The only place that was out of sorts on their summer journey was a week into their trip....
Salem, New Hampshire July 8th
"Mom, what school are we checking out?" Oliver asked, looking at his map. He gave his glasses a quick shove on his nose, a few patches of grease from his forehead and cheeks, marring the tempered glass.
"We're not Hun. I have to make a stop to see a friend. We will stay at her place for the night and then head towards New York." Leah explained, keeping her eyes on the highway ahead.
"Can I drive now? It's been 5 hours." Oliver pleaded.
"Not this time. When we leave Oryana's tomorrow you can drive until we hit New York City okay?" Leah reasoned.
Oliver studied his mother from the side, her tank top and shorts were a bit trendier then you'd normally see on a 34 year old woman, but she still had the body to pull it off. He could admit that he felt a little pride when his friends would drool over his mom. He could also admit that he felt burning stabs of jealousy at the idea of her sleeping beside his father, that was until she let her little suspicion slip. Oliver turned to stare back out at the road, the Ozzy Osborne song, Mr. Crowley, was not attracting him like it had for most of the trip. His mind travelled to their last truck stop. He was sitting at a booth alone, waiting for his mom when some college age girls teased him about his size and being out alone. When his mother returned from the lavatory, it did not take her long to deduce the happenings. She decided to sit close to him, on his side of the booth, leaning closer then what would be proper for a mother, but it did the trick on shutting up the hecklers. He even took notice of a few of their boyfriends turning green with envy. "Mom, am I a shrimp?" He asked in a mumble.
Leah took her eyes off the road, not surprised by the question. "Honey you are a normal size for a teenage boy. I am sure you have another growth spurt coming." She reassured.
"I am 5'6, I have zits, I have no muscle and the deans we have met so far thought I was a girl at first." Oliver sniffed.
Leah pulled the open topped Jeep to the side of the road. "Honey, you are a late bloomer. I know it bothers you and that kids harass you, but you will not always be this way, I promise." She swore with a pointed look.
"Remember Alicia? She said I was smaller than her last boyfriend. She didn't even see anything." Oliver admitted, pouting and turning red all at once.
It did not take a rocket scientist to understand what he was referring to. "When you fill out, so will the rest of you, I am sure you will make some woman a very happy lady." Leah said with a wink, pulling the Jeep back on the road.
By dusk they had reached a dark brownstone home. The gates were tall and wrought iron, the gardens seemed to be filled with herbs and flowers he had never seen before. When they pulled to door at the center of the circular drive, Oliver noticed the striking blonde standing at the door. Her clothes were causal, draped over another attractive body. After sitting beside his hot mom and now taking a look at his mom's smoking friend, lil' Ollie was ready to come out to play. Climbing out, he pulled his backpack in front of his jeans. He watched as his mother greeted the lady with a warm and lingering embrace. Oliver could feel waves of sensuality rolling off both of them, he could not help but wonder if his mother favoured same sex tendencies like his father.
"Oliver, I am your mother's friend Oryana. Welcome to my home. You can stay in whichever room you prefer. I will get you some supper and a drink, after that, you get your own." She commanded with a smile.
Oliver nodded, unable to speak. As he strolled through the house, Oliver chose a room that screamed Goth. The carved four post bed and thick draperies reminded him of the 1800's. When he joined everyone downstairs, his mother and her friend were in the kitchen giggling like schoolgirls. Their whispers were too low for his ears, so he spent the time watching their bodies as they moved from pot to pot, getting the meal ready. It was served in another gothic castle looking room. The long mahogany table looked regal with a blood red table runner that seemed to go for a mile. The aromas were amazing and the company was fun as the two swapped fun stories of their collage years. After the heady meal, Oryana brought out thick black goblets filled with a citrus smelling liquid. She informed me that they were all having Margaritas. He turned to his mother, expecting her to disapprove of her 18 year old son having alcohol, but instead she seemed to encourage it. Oliver had never tried tequila before and was surprised by the bizarre after taste and thick texture. Leah explained that it was the crushed ice. Oliver finished his brew and his head began to spin. The ladies helped him to his room, where he promptly passed out.
The sound of the women's laughter ringing in his ears. Around 2 in the morning, Oliver's bladder began to call to him. As he made his way to his en suite, he could hear what sounded like sex noises. The lusty chorus of two women peaked his curiosity. Clad only in his underwear, he made his way towards the noises. What he reached was not a bedroom, but a windowless room painted black, the floor housed what looked like a black tiled pool. Inside he could see his mother and Oryana writhing in pleasure. Oliver squinted, wishing he had put on his glasses. The red substance that coated the both of them looked like a crimson paint and the air smelled of sex and the metallic smell he recognized as blood. A long pink object hung from the ceiling above them. Oliver thought the form looked like a pig, but it was hard to tell without his specs. The women continued to kiss as their hands dove under the dark liquid they sat in, the red substance splashing about, sputtering one of the many white candles in the room. Oliver could feel himself stir and shifted his weight, the creak of the floorboards sent him into a panic. The chance of them hearing him over their moans of ecstasy were slim but he did not want to chance his mother's wrath. Approaching his room, he could feel himself grow dizzy again, he barely made it to the bed before he passed out again. When he woke again, it was morning. After taking care of hygiene and toiletries, he headed towards the room at the end of the hall. Now with his glasses on and a mother of all headaches raging in his head, he wanted to see what exactly that room was. Glancing around he peeked inside. He was surprised to find a storage room filled with random things from winter coats to Halloween decorations. Confused, Oliver headed downstairs. Oryana and his mother were chatting over coffee, discussing their careers and relationships.
"Hey sleepyhead. It's almost noon! If you want to get to New York today, you need to get your butt in gear." Leah said with a smile.
