Chapter 3: Sexual Symmetry

Let me tell you about my mother's sister.

Aunt Sheryl. Thirty-six, two years younger than my mom. Copper-red hair to the middle of her back. A figure like... well, like my mom's. Walking around by the pool in a bikini as I speak.

Her daughter?

Rachel. Eighteen. Strawberry blonde hair to her shoulders. A mischievous smile and a contagious giggle. We played together as kids, but she has grown up very nicely since then. She's now built like... mmmmm...

Can cousins marry in this state?

Me? I am simply indulging in the scenery by the pool. A guy couldn't ask for a better landscape than my pretty cousin and aunt. My sister is by the pool, too, in a bikini and my mom is in a modest one-piece, but... well, they're my sister and my mom. C'mon. I'm not a perv.

I'm leaned back in the patio chair, pretending to be asleep behind these dark sunglasses, the hardback novel I'm reading spread open in my lap to hide Mr Stiffie while I do what every college boy since the caveman days has done: ogle female flesh.

Well, that is if they had had colleges in caveman days...

(Saturday morning)

"Allen?" my mom said as she stepped around from behind me, "C'mon, honey. We're going to have lunch inside. Those are some nasty-looking clouds coming in from the west and I don't want them to downpour on our sandwiches."

Oh... just ducky.

How was I going to walk into the house like this? I could just see my sister, who is two years older than me, believe it or not: "Mooooom! Allen has an ereeeeection poking out in front of him! Make him stoooop!" You'd think that college would have made her grow up a little bit.

"C'mon, Allen." Mom grabbed the radio and the bowl of Chex we had been snacking on all morning.

"I'm coming, Mom."

My aunt and cousin were trotting with my sister from the strong, wet wind into the house. I was attempting to mentally will my penis to deflate.

"Now, Allen," she said as she started toward the house.

"Yes, ma'am."

My eyes caught a towel sticking out from under my cousin's lounge chair! I grabbed it and carried it in front of me to hide my lingering erection as I trotted after my mom from the large drops starting to hurdle down.

As we stepped into the house, the sky unloaded.

"Just in time!" my aunt giggled.

"Yeah, Rachel spent so much time in the pool this morning that just one more drop would leave her permanently wrinkled." I teased. Then, "OW!" as my cousin jabbed me in the side with her index finger, grinning.

"Don't you give me a hard time, Allen."

"I'll give you a hard time if I want to."

"Really? Will you give me a really hard time, Allen?"

My cousin was an "A" student and thought she was so much smarter than everyone else. She was trying to make some type of clever point now, though I had no idea what it was.

"Why don't you give me the towel, Allen?" she smirked.

Now I knew. "Cut it out, Rachel," I hissed. Mr Stiffie would not be a welcome guest at any family gathering.

"Whatsamatter, Allen?" she smirked. Then to my Mom. "Oh, you got wet, Aunt Barbara! Here," her hand darted over and whipped the towel out of my hands, "you'd better dry off. Use this."

I spun around and exited the room. "I'll be back for lunch in just a minute," I called as I headed for my room to pop my erection. It sure wasn't going to go down by itself.

"Evil cousin," I muttered as I climbed the stairs. "Evil, evil-- " I halted in front of the room that she and my aunt were staying in.

I thought a moment, torn.

Now look: I wouldn't do anything like this to any other person in the world except my cousin -- my cousin that had sprinkled some of that German itching powder in my pants when I was ten; my cousin that had spread Ben-Gay inside my jock strap just before a track meet when I was fifteen; my cousin that told me she would let me feel her breasts if I stripped and showed her my thingie last year, but ran off with my clothes before doing her half of the deal, leaving me to sneak up two flights of stairs naked.

My cousin that just stole the towel I was using to hide my erection.

Stepping into the room they were using, I fished in my cousin's suitcase until I came up with a bra -- a pretty turquoise silk and lace thing.

Then I slid my swimtrunks to my ankles. I would leave a little deposit in one of her cups. Wrapping the bra cup around Mr Stiffie, I started stroking. Getting into it after a few moments, I slid off my sandals and stepped out of the trunks.

The wind blew moist on my back in through the bedroom window my aunt and cousin had left open.

I would... leave my... cousin... a nice little... stain... in her bra... UUUUNNGGGHH!

"Allen?" I heard my mom come up the stairs.

Shit! I seemed to have my own personal do-gooder angel today, sabotaging everything I did.

I shouldn't be in this room, especially naked. No time to dress. I kicked the swimtrunks into the corner and climbed on top of the end table behind the door, still holding the soiled bra. Please don't let her look behind the door...

"Allen?" Mom poked her head in the room and I held my breath.

Lightning flashed close outside the window.

"What the--?" my mother frowned at the shadow of my head and shoulders that the lightning cast above and behind the door.

She stepped further in and swung the door and... her jaw dropped at her naked son standing hunched over on the end table in his aunt's and cousin's room, clutching a bra with a cup full of cum.

"Mom! I can explain!"

Even as panicked as I was, I frowned as strands of her hair seemed to float up into the air. Was she THAT mad... ?!

Ba-BOOM!!

I found myself tumbling forward, naked, onto my mom, then we both stumbled backward into the mirror across from the end table.

INTO the mirror.

Actually inTO the mirror.

Because we didn't bounce off. We fell through it.

"What the HELL was that?!" I gasped as I stirred, dazed.

"Watch your language, Allen!" my mother automatically corrected me.

"Are you guys okay up here?" my aunt called as she trotted up the stairs. "We heard the lightning downstairs. Did it actually hit the house?"

She pushed the door the rest of the way open and stepped into the room, and MY jaw dropped.

Aunt Sheryl -- drool-inducing Aunt Sheryl -- was wearing a corset, hose and heels. Her... breasts and... pussy were... openly BARED!

"Are you guys all right?"

"God! Sheryl!" my mom yelled. "What are you DOING?! Get dressed!"

"I AM, silly," Aunt Sheryl giggled. "But what's with you?" She put her fists on her hips. "Were you trying to play some type of sick clothing game up here? With your own son, no less?!"

"Are they okay?" my cousin flounced into the room, wearing just heels, her hair tied up in pigtails. "That was an AWFUL boom!" She took a broad lick of her large lollipop.

"Mom?! Are you okay?!" my sister strode in wearing just thigh-high black leather boots. My mom's mouth was moving in a silent stammer. "Mom?! What's the matter?!" Carol asked.

"C'mon, Barbara," Aunt Sheryl helped my mother to stand. "Let's get this... costume... off you and see if you're all right."

"Stop it!" Mom shrieked and slapped Aunt Sheryl's hands away when she realized that she was trying to take off the shirt she had pulled on over her swimsuit.

"Mom, calm down," my sister Carol reached for Mom's boobs to squeeze them and pacify her a little.

"Carol?!" Mom shrieked, "Stop that! And dress yourself, young lady!"

"Calm down, Barbara," Aunt Sheryl reached toward her.

"No!" mom shouted, backing away, around the bed. "What is WRONG with you all?! Why are you NAKED?!"

"What's wrong with her?" Rachel asked her mother in a low voice. "Do you think the lightning HIT her?"

"I don't know. Allen, are you okay?"

"Ehr... yeah," I said, standing. Naked. I seemed to fit right in.

"Was Barbara dressed like that when you found her?"

"Ehr... yeah?"

Rachel looked at Aunt Sheryl and frowned. "So... she was just in here by herself? Dressing up like that? That's... just... sick!"

"Easy, honey." Aunt Sheryl gently squeezed one of her daughter's breasts to calm her.

I'm sorry. I know this was a time of stress and concern, but... Mr Stiffie popped up again. I know, that probably means I'm a pervert or something since I should have been trying to figure out what happened to my mother and me and what to do about it.

But my aunt and cousin are just hot!

Especially naked!

And touching each other!

"Is everything all right?" my dad asked as he arrived at the top of the stairs from the basement. "I heard the boom. Is everyone okay?" He too was naked with a hard-on.

Aunt Sheryl turned to him. "I don't know, Dan. We came to check on Barb and Allen and found her... dressed like that. She's not into any... sick games... or anything, is she?"

"No!" he scowled at his sister-in-law, then looked at his wife and was a little surprised by the clothing she was wearing. "Honey? Sweetie? Are you feeling okay?"

"DAN, why are you NAKED?! Why is EVERYONE naked?! And WHY do you all keep trying to take off MY clothes TOO?!"

Dad glanced at Aunt Sheryl, a concerned look on his face. "Sweetie," he said, turning back to his wife, "just calm down. The lightning bolt just has you rattled. Let's just get those things off you and-- "

"NO! Why does EVERYONE want to STRIP me?!"

"This... this isn't natural," my cousin whispered and shook her head. She nervously reached over to stroke my hard-on.

Holy freaking cow!

"Allen?"

My gorgeous cousin was absent-mindedly PUMPING me?!

"Allen?" my dad asked again.

Oops. That's me. "Uuuunnngghh... yeah?"

"Were you in here when the lightning struck?"

"Uuuuhhh... yeah..."

"Was she acting normally before it hit?"

"Uh... , " I grabbed my naked cousin's wrist to pause her stroking. "Rachel, you're distracting me so much I can't even think."

"Gee, am I?" she smiled brightly, pleased.

"Yeah." I turned to my dad. "Yeah, she was perfectly normal." YOU guys sure as hell are acting differently, though, I thought.

"Barbara, sweetie-- "

"Dan, you just pull on some clothes and let's stop this joke! It's not funny anymore!"

Dad turned to Aunt Sheryl, the worry showing on his face.

"Should we call an ambulance?" Aunt Sheryl whispered.

Dad looked at her a few moments, his face strained, then nodded. "She's not even going to let us get that outfit off her to drive her to the hospital."

"What are you two whispering about over there?!" Mom demanded as Aunt Sheryl stepped out of the room.

"Easy, honey. Everything's going to be okay."

Anxiously, Rachel began to slowly stroke my rod again.

"I'm worried, Daddy," my sister stressed.

"Everything's going to be okay, snookums."

"Fuck me, Daddy," she asked.

"Not right now, honey. I'm trying to talk your mother down. She's having some kind of episode."

"At least rub me, Daddy." She took his hand and placed it between her legs.

"DAN?!" Mom shrieked. "WHAT are you DOING to our DAUGHTER?!"

"Honey, calm down! What has gotten into you?"

"Get your hands off her! This is not funny! It's SICK!"

Dad withdrew his hand and Carol whined.

"Hey," Uncle Troy said as he stepped into the room, naked, preceded by his erection, "Sheryl told me that Barbara flipped out."

"Yeah," Dad glanced at his wife. "She's dressed up in that... outfit... shrieking that we're not dressed up similarly. She almost freaked out when I started fingering my own daughter."

The two men looked at Mom and shook their heads.

"Barbara never did have much between the ears," Uncle Troy commented, "One hot mewling pussy, but not much between the ears." Maybe in this universe, I thought, but in my universe, Mom was one of the smartest ladies I knew.

"See if YOU can do anything with her," Dad sighed. "She's always liked your peter."

"Hey, Barbie," Uncle Troy stepped around the bed, wagging his hard-on. "Sheryl said you were feeling really stressed out. Wanna suck on my pacifier for a while? Would that make you feel better, gumdrops?"

"WHY are you all ACTING like this?!" Mom cried out, tears forming in her eyes.

"Oh, come on, honey. You love playing with Little Troy." He wagged Little Troy at her. "Dontcha wanna at least suck it?" Wag. Wag.

"Stop this!" Mom held her spread hands forward and backed toward the corner.

"Hey, Dad, if she doesn't want to-- " I roused myself from my cousin's ministrations on my cock to plead Mom's behalf.

"It's going to be okay, Allen. She's going to be all right." Dad didn't sound like he was even convincing himself, though.

"C'mon, Barbara," Uncle Troy persisted. "You know you want it."

"Stop it!"

"Aaawwww, honey, a sweet little thing like you shouldn't be up here in that obscene outfit playing sick clothing games. Let's take that off and bend you over so Little Troy can make you mewl and beg."

"STOP IT!"

"She's up here," I heard my aunt's voice in the hall.

Two police officers stepped into the room, two paramedics behind them.

"Mrs Wood? We're here to help you. We're-- why are you dressed like that, ma'am?!"

"No!" Mom shrieked. "This is INSANE!"

The cop took stock of the situation now. "Are you ready?" he whispered to one of the paramedics.

"Yeah," the latter replied, keeping a hypodermic hidden discreetly behind himself.

"Ma'am," the cop stepped forward, holding his spread hand out at her, "we're not going to hurt you. We're just here to help."

"Noooo," Mom shook her head.

He gestured to his partner to cover the far side of the bed, then began slowly walking toward my mom.

"Noooo..."

"Ma'am, we're just here to help you."

Mom leaped for the bed, and both officers leaped for her. Pinning her to the mattress, they cuffed her, then gestured to the paramedics, who came forward.

"No!" my mom shrieked and struggled when she saw the needle.

But the cops held her while the paramedic injected its contents into her arm. "It's just to calm you," the paramedic said when he was done. "Everything's going to be all right, Mrs Wood."

"Do you have any scissors?" the cop asked Carol. She ran to get them.

"No... nooooo..." Mom was shaking her head, her hands still cuffed behind her.

"Got them," my sister reappeared a few moments later with the scissors.

The officer took them and began cutting off Mom's cover-shirt.

"Pleeeashe... , " she asked, her head and eyes starting to roll around a little.

He tossed the ruined shirt to the floor and began untying the neckstrap to remove her swimsuit.

"Allen... don'-- don' let them... (sigh)... shtrip meeee..."

Strange...

Very, very strange...

That bolt of lightning must have somehow thrown me and my mother into a whole different parallel world or something. After the police carried my naked mom to the ambulance, the rest of us all piled essentially naked into our car to follow her to the hospital. My cousin nervously fiddled with my cock on the way over, and I copped a few good feels of her boobs, which she didn't protest at all, but sighed instead as it soothed her nerves.

I didn't make the same mistake my mom did. I stayed naked and played along. It wouldn't do any good for me as well as Mom to get cuffed, drugged and locked up for having an irrational episode.

While we waited at the hospital, my sister was so worried that my dad finally bent her over doggie style and soothed her with a good fucking. Afterward, she felt so much better that she just laid her head in Dad's lap, occasionally licking cock.

My cousin Rachel -- uppity cousin Rachel -- blew me while we waited and I unloaded past those pretty red lips of hers. She stuck her tongue out to show me the jism payload before swallowing it. Now THAT'S what she ought to earn "A"s for.

A nurse finally flounced out in a merry widow and five-inch heels to tell us that the doctor would see us now, if we would follow her to his office. We followed the bouncing ass cheeks back, then, while Rachel serviced his cock, the doctor droned on at length about how traumatic massive electrical discharges can be, and that we would have to wait and see how Mom was doing when she awoke. She might be fine, he said, or she might need years of physical, mental and/or sexual therapy until she was right in the head again.

I knew that he simply had no idea what was wrong with her.

I did.

She, and I too, somehow came from another world, where sex had been dirtied by people, turned into something obscene and then forcefully held there.

This new world was somehow not like that.

He said that we could stay here with her, that she might even do better if she woke to friendly faces, though only two at a time would be permitted to remain in her room.

Then he grunted and unloaded to Rachel's sunk-in cheeks. She smiled and stuck out her tongue to show everyone the pearly glob before swallowing.

I, more than anyone, knew that my mother was not crazy, that she just... wasn't used... to a place like this. And also that my mother in particular would never adapt to a place like this, that she would struggle with the place or with herself until we found a way out of here, back to our own world.

I guessed I had a mission now: find our way home.

I insisted on being one of the two staying with her. The others came and went, shtooping in the waiting room in between visits.

I studied my mother, tied down on the bed so she wouldn't hurt herself when she awoke. She was naked, of course. She looked so small and frail laying there, yet I knew how much stubborn determination the woman had. That's how I knew that she would never compromise into accepting this place, that she would fight to the death until we found our way back to where we came.

I just hoped that I could convince her to play along with the people here in the meantime so that I wouldn't have to break her out of an asylum later.

Aunt Sheryl, when she visited, stroked her sister's thigh and played with Mom's pussy hair -- which was redder than the strawberry blonde hair on her head, I noticed -- while speaking soothing words to her.

Uncle Troy, when he came in, brushed his erect cock back and forth along Mom's lips -- trying to 'jump start' her desires so she'd wake up normal instead of as some clothed-up freak, he said.

And so on.

When Mom finally came to, I turned out to be the only one in there with her. I could not have asked for things to work out better.

"Al-- Allen?" she asked groggily.

"Yes, Mom. Do you know where you are?"

She tried to move her arms, but they were strapped to the sides of the bed. "I-- those policemen-- they've taken me somewhere?"

"Yes, Mom. You're in the hospital. Do you remember what happened before the police came?"

"The... lightning, and everyone was... weird. Naked."

"Good, you remember. Now I need to tell you something and you need to listen. Quickly, before the others come in."

"Okay..."

"Mom, something really weird happened with that lightning bolt. It DID something. We're not in the same place we were before it hit. We're someplace... different. The people here aren't like they were at home. Carol, Dad, Aunt Sheryl -- none of them are who we remember. The Carol back home NEVER stripped naked; this one does. And more: she and Dad have already had sex out in the waiting room earlier. All the rest of them are like that too. That's what's NORMAL for this place. Are you following me?"

"Yeah... , " she sighed, still coming awake from the drugs. "Everyone is insane here."

"That's about it. There's more, Mom. You and I are going to have to play along until we find a way out of here."

"Play... along?"

"Yeah... we're going to have to pretend to be like them."

"No," she shook her head, "we-- "

"Mom, if we don't, you're going to spend your life like this. Tied in an asylum. Drugged. 'For your own good.'"

"I-- "

"We don't have any choice, Mom. We're going to find our way out of here, but until we do, if we want to remain free, we're going to have to play along."

"I-- I can't-- "

"Hey! She's awake!" Dad called from the doorway, taking the place of Carol, who had walked out two minutes ago.

"It's IMPORTANT, Mom!" I hissed and made eye contact. Then she glanced at Dad.

"How are you feeling, sweetie-tits?" he asked, stepping to the bed.

Mom was surprised that he used that term of endearment, but recovered. "Much... better... , " she sighed.

"Are you all right now?"

She glanced at me. "Yeah... yeah, I'm better now. Sorry for that little episode earlier. I, uhm, I don't know what came over me."

"It's all right, sweetie," Dad said, reaching out to rub her breast in front of me, "The doctor said you were just traumatized by that lightning bolt."

She looked guiltily at me as her breast was felt up, then her eyes darted away. I cast mine down too.

"Are you feeling up to a little shot of jism juice?"

"I-- " Mom swallowed hard. "Not quite yet, honey. My throat is still dry -- from the drugs. But thank you."

"Are you sure? It could help lube the throat."

"I want to take a rain check on it. But-- " she swallowed and forced a smile, "as soon as I get out of here, I'm going to want a shot of that 'jism juice'." Smile and nod.

Good. At least she was willing to bend a little toward fitting in here.

"Okay," he nodded. "It's good that you're all right. I'll go tell the others."

"Thank you," Mom smiled.

After he stepped out, she looked at me. "I don't like this. Your father never used to talk like that at all. He never used to... grope me in public. For Christ's sake!"

"I know," I sighed. "It's a different Dad. It's a different everybody. But if we don't play along," I gestured at her wrist and ankle straps, "they're going to lock us up."

"Well... you don't need to be watching any of this, young man."

"I'm NOT watching. I'm trying to get you out of here so we can start our search for our way back home."

"Cover me with a sheet or something, at least."

"There isn't any sheet, Mom. And besides, this is what I'm talking about. If you do something like that, they're going to get suspic-- "

"Hey, Barbie," Aunt Sheryl said from the door, then stepped in. "How's my big sister doing?"

"Much better," Mom forced another smile.

"Really?" Aunt Sheryl stepped to her and began tracing her blood red fingernails over Mom's breast.

Her nipples perked up immediately.

"Yeah, I-- I, uhm-- I'm doing a lot better." She looked at me hard and I turned around.

"Well, your NIPPLES look like they're feeling normal again!" Aunt Sheryl giggled. "I swear, you scared me, Barb! You were just acting FREAKY earlier! Refusing to let anyone take off that obscene outfit!"

"That, uhm... that lightning bolt just really shook me."

"Well, I'm glad you're feeling better!"

Pause.

"Oh, Sheryl, I don't know if that's a good-- "

DON'T, Mom! I spun back around, and Aunt Sheryl was tracing her fingernails along Mom's inner thighs. "Mom, don't," I tried to communicate with my eyes.

Mom met my eyes, then slowly nodded. "I don't-- I don't know if I can TAKE it if you keep that up!" she said, appropriately breathlessly.

"Oh, you LIKE that, do you?" Aunt Sheryl giggled and increased her tempo. And Mom's eyes widened.

"Uhm, maybe you should go send in Carol to see her mother, Aunt Sheryl," I suggested.

"Why don't you, Allen. I'm having too much fun here," she giggled. She was getting closer to Mom's red furry crotch.

"Uhm, since Mom and I were both there when the lightning hit," I said, stepping to Aunt Sheryl and reaching around from behind to cup her breasts, "I'd sort of like to stay with her."

"Nnnngggh!" Aunt Sheryl sigh-moaned, arching her ass to grind it up and down the length of my erection. "I... I guess so..." Slowly, teasingly, she turned, waved and padded out of the room.

Mom's eyes were wide that I would feel up her sister like that. Then her brow furrowed. "Allen, I do not like that at all!"

"Mom, I had to distract her somehow." I nodded my head meaningfully. "Otherwise, she would have stayed here masturbating you."

Mom's eyes dropped to my naked crotch. "You're erect, young man! You're enjoying this!" she hissed.

"Mom! I'm NOT enjoying this!" I gestured at my crotch. "And I can't help it! I'm TRYING to watch out for us. It's just you and me here against this whole crazy-assed world! But if you think I'm doing something wrong, you can go it alone if you like! I have just-- "

"Allen! Allen! I'm sorry. I apologize. I just-- this is creepy! The people that we know and love, acting... like this! It's-- "

"How is Troy's little cock-whore?" Uncle Troy asked as he stepped into the room.

Mom put a smile on her face. "I'm doing good, Troy."

"Does my wife's big sister want a big suck of weener juice?"

Mom looked at me. What? Did she expect me to save her again? Would she appreciate it, or would she just yell at me again?

Fortunately for Mom, the doctor walked in then. "I hear our little whore is awake," he commented as he stepped to the bed. "How are you feeling?"

"Uhm, good."

"Horny?"

"Uh, a little. I guess."

He shined a penlight in her eyes. "Just a little, hungh?" He grabbed her breast and began squeezing. "How about now?"

"Uh, yeah!" Mom nodded, faking enthusiasm. "Horny now!" she flashed a smile on her face. I know she just wanted him to stop touching her.

He placed his hand at Mom's crotch and did something there, causing her to jump and her eyes to widen. "How about now?"

"Y-yeah!" Mom stammered, her eyes still wide.

He turned to Uncle Troy and me. "She looks like she's recovering. I'd like to keep her in the hospital tonight for observations, though. If you stop by tomorrow morning, and she's still doing well then, she should be ready to go home."

"I-- I'd like to stay with her tonight if I could, doctor."

"You're the son? That was with her when the lightning hit?"

"Yes, sir."

"I think we can arrange for something. I'll talk to the nurse." He jotted a couple things down on his clipboard, then nodded and walked out.

"I guess I'll go send in Carol," Uncle Troy stepped out.

Mom was still a little wide-eyed from doctor's ministrations. "Mom? Are you okay?"

"Yeah," she shook her head dazedly, then looked at me. "This is a VERY strange place, Allen..."

"Yes, it is."

"Do you have any ideas yet on how to get us back home?"

"Not really. I've been worried about you in here."

"As soon as we can, we need to-- "

"Hi, Mommy!" Carol walked in wearing just her thigh-highs. "Uncle Troy said you were feeling better and juicing up for the doc a minute ago!"

"Yes, sweetie, I'm doing better." Her eyes darted guiltily at me, then back to Carol.

"Oh, WONDERFUL!" she enthused as she stepped to Mom and pressed her lips to hers.

Mom's eyes widened again as her daughter's tongue entered her mouth and danced there. To Mom's credit, she didn't bite her daughter's tongue in shock.

"I was SO WORRIED about you, Mom!" Carol said as she leaned back. "Daddy banged me twice, but I was STILL tensed up! You were acting so FREAKY earlier! Wearing those OBSCENE CLOTHES like that and REFUSING to take them off! I mean, WHAT got INTO you?!"

"I just-- the lightning just got me really rattled, sweetie."

"Hi," a nurse smiled as she stepped in, wearing a body stocking and heels. "Time for medicine," she sing-songed. She held a tiny paper cup containing pills toward Mom's mouth. "Open up, sweetie."

Reluctantly, Mom opened her mouth and accepted the pills, then a drink of water from another paper cup.

"Now pretend it's a mouthful of cum and swallow." Mom did. The nurse turned to me and smiled, "The other patient isn't scheduled to come into this room until tomorrow, so you can sleep in the second bed. My shift is over at 1:00. If you'd like, I may come back to milk your prick with my lips."

Mom's eyes looked concerned, but we had to play along. "Sure, and thanks," I smiled. Then I walked out with my sister to firm up plans for the night.

Everyone else went home and I went back to spend the night with Mom. She was already asleep from the pills by the time I got there.