Chapter 2

After that night, I understood more about Janice’s naughty stories, and I began to figure out what Mom’s reactions meant.

Janice had us spellbound. “You won’t believe what Arnie did. He sneaked into my house one night. He knew that Dan was visiting his mother for a few days. Arnie tied me to the bed, while I was sleeping. Then he woke me up and raped me!” Janice coughed guiltily. “I had given him a key to the house.”

Mom gasped. “Arnie? What happened to Stephan?”

“Stephan got boring, like a good movie you watch too many times. He was a one episode actor.” Janice puffed. “Arnie is much more creative and twice as passionate!”

“Gosh, Janice, I guess because he raped you, you didn’t cheat on Dan.” I still had a lot to figure out about her sex life.”

“Hush.” Mom admonished me.

The kitchen fell quiet for long seconds. Janice squawked, holding back a laugh. She cleared her throat and mentioned that Dan’s mango tree had a single fruit starting to grow on it.

I wandered away from the boring part of Janice’s visit, but I ran up to her when she was leaving. I hugged her. “I’m sorry you got raped.”

Mom uttered abrupt exasperation. Janice winked at her. “Be sure to protect your Mom, Eddie. You need to be strong with a mother to protect her.”

“She means, ‘strong for me.’” Mom clarified.

Janice didn’t comment, and I guessed that Mom was wrong.

Over the next few weeks, Janice began stretching out her stories with details about her lovers and how they treated her. At first, Mom would interrupt after several minutes, worried about my glazed expression and the obvious tent in my pants.

“Arnie and Roger pinned me down with their knees on my arms and legs. The bed groaned and squeaked as they mauled my titties and slapped my face and ass and thighs and tummy. They loved to make me suck my pussy juice from their cocks.

“In procession, one would fuck me a little and then stuff their messy prick into my mouth, while the other one would soak his cock in my cunt. Over and over, they must have made me drink a pint of my own fluids. You can’t believe how many orgasms they denied me before they let me cum. They called me a slut for my own pussy when they finally came on my tits and face.”

Janice noticed Mom’s eyes. Mom was staring at my covered erection. When Janice stopped talking, Mom jerked her red face from me. “How’s Dan’s garden?” She changed the subject.

“No, Mom!” I whined. “How many times did you cum, Janice?” I asked, but what I really wanted to know was, “Why do you like it when men refuse to let you cum?”

“I’m sorry, Eddie. It’s your Mom’s job to answer your questions. I wish I had a son you could play with instead of listening to my silly tales.”

“But-”

“It’s late, Eddie. Janice has to get home.” Mom ended the conversation. I pouted. How could I ask her about things that only her friend would know?

After dinner with Mom and Dad, I found myself in the bathroom. As I peed, I went over Janice’s story in my mind. It wasn’t unusual by then, for me to masturbate after peeing. After my penis spurted thick globs of semen in the bathroom, cleaning up was easier.

I went to bed quite content that night. Before I fell asleep, I heard Dad shout at Mom behind the wall that separated my room from theirs. “What do you mean, you’re tired of making love to me? I haven’t touched you in weeks!” Dad defended himself.

The air in my room warmed as I breathed heavily, knowing what was about to happen. Mom would wait until Dad and I were sleeping, before creeping out of their room and locking herself in the hall bath. There she would whisper Janice’s stories.

I had quickly figured out that Mom was masturbating. Janice often told us that she would “frig her clit” when she couldn’t be with one or more of her lovers.

That night was the second time that I dared to sneak out of my bedroom and listen at the door. This time I dared to fondle my erection, knowing what Mom was doing. Her favorite story was about Stephan, who would tie up Janice and then spank her until he came (always on her belly). Then he would untie, hug, and hold her while she frigged her clit.