Chapter 2: Volunteering

When I got up in the morning, I was alone. Mom left me a note on the kitchen table. It read.

Good morning sunshine. I had to get to my volunteer position early. They had something come up, so dad drove me in. You can use my car to go to Green Oaks. Don’t be late. I will put out your clothes for you to wear. Please wear what I put out, and Make sure you send a text to both your dad and me with a picture of you wearing your outfit. Dad will be disappointed if you don’t. Remember, have fun and do whatever Sam Morrison tells you to do.

Love mom

Mom was still acting weird. Even last night at dinner, she left the table for what seemed like a long time. When she returned, I remarked that her food was cold and asked what had taken her so long. She giggled at dad that’s ok. I am not hungry anymore. Oh well, I was not going to make heads or tails about what my parents were up to.

I went to the living room and found some clothes on the coffee table: the tiny daisy dukes, the nearly crotchless ones, and a t-shirt. No bra and no panties. There were a pair of tennis shoes and some ankle socks. I was confused. There was no underwear laid out; where were they? Did mom forget? I remembered last night she told me she does not wear any; did she want me to go commando? Should I text her? I thought it best that I get clarification.

Me: mom, there is no underwear out with the clothes

Mom: I know. Just wear only what I put out

Me: commando?

Mom: I can’t chat now. Follow instructions, ok

Me: ok

I tried on the shorts with my regular panties. It didn’t look good at all with the white gusset of my underwear showing. I tried without panties, and it looked ok. I really could not see anything down there. The panties were like a neon light directing your eye to my crotch. It was better to go without.

I tried the t-shirt next. It was so short that I had to stretch it to have it cover most of my breasts. My underboob was showing. Mom said to wear what she put out. I was not so sure, but I felt compelled to obey. I went to the full-length mirror to take a selfie. I stood there with the white t-shirt barely containing my breasts, my dark nipples showing through the thin fabric, my little daisy dukes low on my hips and high on my ass. My ass cheeks were hanging out. Ok, everyone said I looked good like this. I was glad my brother was away at camp. He would have had a field day with this look. Dad responded to my text, “Good girl, you have fun today.”

It was nearly time, so I decided to go ahead and take the car. It did not take long to get to the Green Oaks guard shack.

“Hello and good morning, Karla; I see you have a meeting with Sam today; you are to go to the cafeteria and wait. Do you remember where that is?”

“Yes, I do; I am sorry, but what is your name?”

“Jim, you can call me Jim. Thanks for asking” He had a big smile on his face like I made his day by noticing him.

I went into the building and found my way to the cafeteria. There was what looked like a stage set up in one corner with a curtain hiding whatever was on it. One steward saw me and motioned me to the table before the stage. I saw Sam coming over to me. He was smiling and sat next to me.

“Are you hungry? I hope so. We have lasagna for lunch today. They have great food here. Make certain you get some of the garlic toast.”

“Yes, I am famished. I was so excited and nervous to get here that I forgot to eat breakfast.”

“Oh no, but I am sure we have the means to remedy that problem.” He waved one toward the wait staff to call them over. “Kile, would you get us two lasagnas and two glasses of red?”

“Two wines, sir?”

“Yes, she is my trainee, and she needs a glass.” I had never had wine before. Well, mom gave me a sip of hers once in a while, but I never had a whole glass to myself.

“Sir?”

“Yes, Karla. You may speak freely” It seemed like he was granting me a favor by letting me speak freely. Maybe I was overthinking everything.

“I have heard that you came out of retirement to train me. I have a couple of questions.”

“Ok, you may ask” So formal, I thought, ok, I could roll with this and be polite.

“What did you see in me that made you decide that you wanted to come out of retirement and train me? And what am I being trained for? What is actually required of me?”

“Nice questions. I like that you asked first about me and put your needs and wants second. That is part of what I saw, a glimmer of deference in your mannerism. As far as what you are being trained for. Well, you will be trained to entertain us here at Green Oaks. And what is involved for you is simple, do whatever I tell you to do.”

He did not ask me to do something but told me what I had to do. Thinking over his answer, he seemed to say a lot, but there was very little substance in his words. I already knew I was going to entertain the residents. And mom and dad already told me to do whatever he said. The only new information I got from that is that he noticed I put other people. First, I thought that I was just being polite when I did that.

“Thank you,” I said, but I had a fleeting thought, ‘for nothing’ this was going to be hard if no one would tell me what I was doing or why. But it had only been ten minutes; how fast did I expect to find out things?

“Did your mother pick out your clothes today?”

“Yes, is there something wrong with them? Do I need to go change?”

“Everything is fine; you look beautiful. I love looking at you.”

“ah, thank you?” I was not sure what to say. Thank you sounded lame, but what else could I say to an old man ‘looking’ at my nearly naked body?

“Having lunch with a pretty girl is part of the package you can provide. You see, we like to partake of beauty anytime we can, and looking at the young and pretty helps to keep us young. I can feel your emotions from here.”

I looked in the mirror. This place had many mirrors, I noticed. My breasts looked huge in this tiny t-shirt. My underboob was on display, I had forgotten what I looked like in these clothes, and I started to get embarrassed, and my face started to get hot.

“Is there a problem, Karla? You look warm. Take a sip of wine. Breathe”

“It’s just too much, too fast. I don’t normally dress like this. I feel so exposed.”

“That is your first lesson. You are handling your embarrassment with grace. You see, being embarrassed is not a bad thing, it just means that you are pushing your limits. And that is my job to push your limits. And help you get in touch with your feelings.”

“What do you mean to push my limits?”

“Like this,” he reached over and pulled the back of my t-shirt down. This caused even more of my boobs to be on display as the front slid up over my shoulders. My nipples were almost showing before he stopped.

“Mr. Morrison, what are you doing?” I almost yelled at him; I tried to cover my chest with my arms and hands.

“Calm, Karla, calm yourself, please. Put your arms down. What did your parents tell you to do?”

“To do whatever you said,” I said in a small voice and lowered my arms.

“That’s right; now I will overlook that infraction but do not question my commands or actions again, ok” His voice was so calm, but it had a timber that scared me a little. Who was I kidding? It scared the shit out of me.

“I am sorry, sir.”

“I accept your apology, Karla; you have not touched your food. Eat up.”

When did the food and the glass of wine come? I must have been too focused on Sam. I reached for the wine and took a big drink. It was slightly sweet, and I could feel the alcohol warm my chest and tummy as it went down.

“That’s it; girl drinks it up. We have more.”

I smiled at him, and he smiled back. I was still a little afraid; no, that’s not right; I really was not afraid of him; I was afraid I would disappoint him. It was like I craved his approval.

The lasagna was delicious. I have been eating well recently, at Sebastian’s last night and lunch here at Green Oaks. Everything was good, but then I tasted the garlic toast. I dipped it in the pasta’s red sauce with the Italian spices that filled my senses. I have never had an explosion of taste in my mouth like that.

“We do have a great chef here, don’t we.” Sam gestured to the kitchen doors. I could see a man in a chef’s hat standing just to the left. “You know the difference between a cook and a chef? No, a great cook can come to your kitchen and give you a great meal. A chef will come over with five cooks and lead them in creating a great meal. It is like the difference between a violinist and a conductor. They work better together.”

“So, are you the conductor, and I am what the violinist?” I tried to understand.

“No close guess, think of me as a tutor teaching you how to play. Your father would be the conductor” I thought I understood mom and me being his orchestra.

I was starting to relax. I felt I was no longer the center of attention, even if my boobs were almost exposed. It must be the wine. I blame the wine. Sam was still attentive. The rest of the crowd had their distractions, I thought.

“Yes, everything tastes wonderful,” I agreed and finished my wine. I could feel the effects a little. And I giggled, my mind floating just a little.

“Pull your blouse off; Karla shows me your breasts.”

I was lifting my shirt before I could even think. I paused with my breasts entirely on display. This had to be the alcohol that I already had. I looked at Sam and saw the twinkle in his eye, and he winked at me. That broke through my fuzzy mind. I had to do what he wanted; nobody was yelling at me to make me cover up. It was like when I was at Forever 21 getting fitted for my bra. An old man is looking at my breasts. Mom approved, and she must know what this old man wanted me to do. I finished taking off my shirt. I resigned to show off my body. It embarrassed me terribly, and now my chest was turning red. Someone had filled my wine glass. When did that happen? I took another big mouthful and felt it sliding down my body smoothly like a silk shirt caressing your skin as you slid it on.

I was sitting in the lunchroom topless, and I did not die. I felt like dying, but what real option did I have? Could I quit? Mom and dad would be disappointed that I had failed my training. Where was mom? I needed her here.

I looked around the room, finally finding my mother; I could not do anything but stare. Mom was sitting on a man’s lap facing him; she was topless like I was. The man was playing with her breasts pulling and kneading them, pinching, and biting her nipples.

What the hell was going on? Mom had a smile on her face and looked as if she enjoyed it. That is if being pawed by an old man could be enjoyable. I don’t think she saw me looking at her. Was she cheating on dad? No, dad knew that she volunteered here. And he had to know what happened here. So, mom was here ‘entertaining’ like I would be soon trained to entertain with dad’s full knowledge and what appeared to be his support.

Sam noticed my gaze. “Joe, can I borrow June for a minute? I think I need to show Karla an example.” Sam asked the guy that was feeling up my mom.

“Not a problem. I was just finishing up; June, go see Sam.”

Mom kissed him on the mouth and stood up; I could now see that she was completely naked. Her bare pussy was on display to everyone. I was starting to hyperventilate. Mom walked over to me and hugged my head “shh baby; it is all ok. Breathe in, feel the love in the air. Everything is all right.”

That is the same thing she used to say to calm me after a nightmare when I was a young girl. It worked then as it does now. I took a breath and filled my nostrils with my mom’s scent. The familiar scent of my mother’s cologne calmed my nerves as much as her words and hugs.

I became aware that our bare breasts were pressing together. I felt a twinge between my legs. What was that? Was I getting turned on by my mother’s touch?

“Mom, why” is all I could say. What else could I say?

“This is what I do. What your dad wants me to do. What Green Oaks needs me to do. We can talk later at home, but for now, I have to entertain - put on my show, watch, and learn. You can join me anytime.”

“Mom” was all I could say. I don’t know if it was a question or a statement or if I was begging for her not to leave, maybe all of them at once.

“Shush, dear, listen to Sam. He will lead you and teach you what you need to do. Trust him like you do your dad and me.”

My internal picture of my mom was shattering. She was no longer the PTA mom I thought I knew with the fantastic snickerdoodle cookies for my band bake sales. The mom with a quick kiss and a Band-Aid for my skinned knees. She was a slut. A happy slut, it looked like. Was dad her pimp? Was she doing this for money? No, this was a volunteer deal. Was my mom broken? No, she had the same eyes. Wait a minute, was I any better here? I was topless in front of all these people. Just because this old man told me to take my top off, did he manipulate me into taking it off, or did I allow him to? He did not take off my shirt; I did it. I chose to wear these revealing clothes. It was wholly my decision in the end. I let my mom’s hug go reluctantly.

“you ok, pumpkin?” Mom looked down into my eyes, studying what she saw, looking for something and not finding it.

“I think so, but you still owe me a talk.” What did she see in my eyes? She looked almost relieved.

“I do owe you a talk, but for right now, have fun with all of this and live for the moment. I know I will. And I think you will have the best time.”

There she is, my mom, the slut. Could I ever wrap my mind around that? All I knew at that moment was that we loved each other deeply.

Mom went up to the stage and lay on her back. Her legs went straight up and then to the side, her knees near her head, thus opening her crotch to the world. She was NAKED, showing the old people her asshole. It was not small and tight. It had a ring of puffy flesh around it like little pillows. I could not believe how naked my mother was. I was embarrassed for her, but she did not stop. She took her hands, reached around her ass from the outside, and put her index and middle fingers in her pussy and her pinkies into her ass. Oh my god, she pulled them apart. I did not think anyone could be that naked. I never realized that there were so many layers of nudity. I could see deep in the hole where I came from. I could even see the entrance into her womb. Her cervix, with its little dimple and hole, was on display. She kept stretching and manipulating her pussy and asshole.

“I can’t believe that my dad condones this.”

“Text him, Karla. “I am at Green Oaks at lunch. Mom is doing things here,” Sam asked/told me.

I texted my dad and waited. It only took about a minute before he responded. “Send me a picture so I can see if she is doing it correctly.”

He knew. Dad knew what mom was doing. I had to take the shot. I raised my camera, and mom noticed me.” Hold on a sec, dear. Is this for your dad? Let me get into his favorite position.” She moved, so she was on her back still but pointing her nether regions at me, her legs up. Her head held up, her mouth opened, and her tongue hung out. When I took the picture, it looked like she was licking her pussy. Her pussy was wide open, her lips were stretched out, and her clitoris was displayed.

I hit send, and dad sent back, “Love that pose. Tell her I will SEE her later, scratch that, I will SEE both of you girls later.” Dad did know! He knew everything. What am I going to do? I could not stay here and be naked for these guys just to alleviate my boredom. I had to get out of here; how could I leave mom? What would I tell dad? I needed to talk to someone. Sam had his agenda, I am sure. But I looked at him. He seemed so confident. So much in control.

“You look conflicted, Karla. What’s the problem?” What the hell? Could he not see my problem? My mom was naked. Was there another word or phrase that meant as naked as possible? Extreme nudity? Whatever it was, mom was it, and she was happy about it. Of course, I was “conflicted,” a mild word; it was more like torment.

I nodded my head towards my mom with a what the fuck are you thinking? Look. “My mom is naked on stage in front of a lunch crowd of geriatrics. My dad not only knows but approves; my whole worldview has changed in less than 24 hours. Why would I be conflicted?” the sarcasm dripped from my words and the expression on my face.

“There it is, your mind and thoughts. That is another trait I saw in you that made me want to train you. Let me explain your position a little better. And no, it is not just to stop boredom. First, a scholarship is available for our volunteers’ full ride, and all expenses are paid anywhere you want, as long as you get decent grades in high school and college. We have alumni here from every major institution and will sponsor you. You can go anywhere you want. One of the few only stipulations is that you provide us with at least ten hours a week until you leave for your college of choice. So, for you, that will be your last two high school years and the summer before college. Second, you will be expected to act how we train you. You will be trained like your mother to entertain us. Let me show you that she has also been trained in service. June, come here. I want you to demonstrate your special skill for your daughter.”

“Yes, sir, my pleasure,” she perked up as if that could be a state of joy greater than she was displaying. She kneeled and then walked on all fours over to Sam and only stopped when she was between his knees, her head on his lap. She quickly undid his belt and pulled down Sam’s perfectly pressed trousers, revealing a huge hard penis. This was my first penis to look at life; were they all that big. I stared at it, my teenage body reacting to the visual stimulation even if my mind could not fathom what was happening.

My mom lovingly licked the head, and a string of something stuck to her tongue. I could see it stretch from her tongue to the tip of his penis, where the little hole was at the end. Was that sperm somehow? I did not think so. Mom brought her lips back to his thingy. She popped it into her mouth. I could see her cheeks hollow as she sucked on the bell end. Her eyes looked up at Sam’s face. She took more into her mouth. Oh my god, she had to have it in her throat. His dick kept disappearing into her mouth. I saw her tongue stick out under his shaft and lick his balls. She had his entire ten inches buried in her face. His gray pubic hair smashed into her nose and eyes. She kept licking and sucking. I wondered how she could breathe. She had that thing down her throat for so long now that she had to be needing air. Her face was turning blue, but she kept licking his balls. Sam tapped her head, pulled back, and took a couple of deep breaths. Then she did it again, the whole thing into her mouth. I could see her neck stretch out around the head of his penis. She started to bob up and down on the dick. Not just little bobs but full-length thrusts. She was fucking her face on his dick. Sam was not moving. Mom was doing all the work.