Week 3: Mid June

Wednesday

Why was he so nervous about picking up a 13 year old girl? A very sweet thirteen, almost fourteen, year old girl. He had met her only twice before, but he did not think she would be uneasy around him. The hard part was he had to do the prepartion for the visit and the briefing afterward. Of course some would fall to Caroline, also. After much uncertainty, they had decided to go with Julia's recommendation. He would tell the kids of her nakedness before they arrived. He still was not sure how he would drop that one, but thought he could improvise.

They met at a convenience store at an intersection about halfway. Caroline greeted him with a warm hug and a brief kiss on the lips. He could not help thinking of her naked with her bare pussy standing by his hot tub and felt horrible for thinking it. She was looking him right in the eyes and whispered, "I know, and it's OK, sweetie." His jaw dropped and she giggled. 'Just enjoy the ride, just enjoy the ride' he repeated to himself.

Shaking his head to clear his senses, he greeted Janie, made sure she had all her gear, and opened her door for her. He was rewarded with a small, strained smile. Nothing was said as they pulled onto the freeway. After what he considered a decent quiet period, he asked, "Are you nervous about your visit, Janie?"

She seemed startled that he had spoken, but responded "Yeah, kinda."

"Why is that?"

"Well, it's sorta like visiting her in prison."

Ouch! So that's what he had to deal with! "Haven't your mom and you grandparents explained why she is at my house?"

"Uh huh, but it just seems weird." He decided to just let things ride for a while. "Mr. Laskey?"

"Greg, please."

"OK, um, Greg, why are you doing this."

"Picking you up?" He decided a little levity was in order.

"Hee hee! No, keeping Mom at your house, silly!"

"Tell me, if Terry had gotten into real trouble and was all messed up, what would you do to help him get straightened out?"

"Oh, I would do anything at all. I probably couldn't do much, but I would really try. Terry isn't getting into any trouble, is he? He is a really good brother."

"No, of course he's not. I'm trying to explain why I have taken your mother in and why I am keeping her there. You see, she is just like a sister to me, and I will do what ever it takes, just like you would for Terry."

"I didn't know Mom had another brother!"

"I'm not her real brother. I was a neighbor, and my home life was just terrible. I practically lived at your grandparents' house, and they did all the things for me that my real mother wouldn't do. I call her my almost-sister."

"Are the two of you, um, ah, living together, then?"

"No, Honey, it's not like that at all."

"Then why does she have to stay there?"

"Janie, what kind of shape is your mother in? I mean, not just physically."

"Um, pretty sad, I guess."

"Are you happy with the way she is? Are you proud of her?"

"Well, um. ah..."

"You are a loving daughter not to answer, but I know what you are thinking. Did she or your grandparents explain the re-birthing concept?"

"Yeah, Gram did, a coupe times. Do you think it can really work?"

"It is working amazingly well already. Do you want be proud of your mother?"

"Oh, yes!"

"I can tell you she wants nothing more than for you to be proud of her." Things were quiet for several more miles.

"Mr., er, Greg. What am I going to do while I am there? Usually, Mom just sits around and watches TV or reads those dumb novels."

"No more. She has a very busy day ahead. She would like for you do as many things as you can with her. You can swim and work out with her if you want. While she is studying..."

"Studying? Mom? What is she studying?"

"She is working on a high school certificate over the Internet. That is one of the main things she agreed to do."

"Oh, wow! She is really doing that!"

"You bet. And working very hard at it. Anyway, she will spend as much time with you as she can. I have video games, computer games, and lots of channels for when she is too busy. I hope you brought a book just in case."

"I did. Um, is there anything I can do that will help her get better?"

"You really are a loving daughter, Honey. Thank you for asking. The biggest thing you can do is show affection and be careful not to reject her in any way. She is just starved for touching and for hugs. Give her all you can. And when you hug, make sure she is the one to pull away."

"Gee, she's really not big on hugs, you know."

"Well, she is now, and you may think she is trying to smother you. Please, hug her back. Even if you are uncomfortable, don't let her know it."

"Why should it be so uncomfortable? She's my mom."

"She's very overweight, as you know, and hugging all that fat is not the most pleasant feeling. The biggest reason, though, is that she's naked."

"Ha, that's a joke, right?"

"No, it's not. She hasn't worn clothes since about the third day she was at my house."

"You mean she's there with you all the time and she's naked? That's, that's, oh, man, that's..."

"That's an important part of the re-birthing idea, Janie. It was not my idea, either. A psychiatrist friend suggested it. Your mother will tell you that it is working and that it was the right thing." Many more miles of silence followed as she tried to absorb this bombshell.

"Greg, is Mom really going to lose all that weight and look pretty?"

"Honey, when she was your age, she looked just like you. She was absolutely gorgeous. She will be again. She is determined, and she has the best help available working with her." He glanced over and saw her looking down at her lap, her face flaming red.

"Um, do I have to be naked, too? Are you going to be naked?"

"No, just your Mom." He could hear a sigh of relief. More silent miles.

"You said I looked like her and she was gorgeous. Did you mean that?"

"Absolutely! Hasn't anyone told that you are a beautiful young lady?"

"Well, Pops always says it, but he would no matter what I looked like. Boys at school are always saying things, but they just want... , you know."

"Well, believe your Pops. He's not just flattering you."

"Thank you, Greg."

Shortly, they arrived at his house. She seemed like she could hardly stand and was visibly shaking when she left the car. He took her hand and gently led her to the door. Just on the landing, she stopped dead. She threw her shoulders back, and a look of determination crossed her face. He had sure seen that before. These Randolph women!

When he opened the door to the study, Shannon was standing. They both froze and stared at each other wordlessly. Then, with a little cry, Janie fairly flew across the room and leaped into her mother's arms, where she was enfolded in a fierce hug, feet off the ground. Both of them started sobbing and wailing uncontrollably, and he left the room quietly.

It was at least ten minutes before they came out, and the loud crying barely stopped. When they emerged, Janie was plastered to her mother's arm, holding her hand tightly. Shannon caught his eye and mouthed a teary, silent 'Thank you.' They spent the day inseparable. Janie swam and worked out right beside Shannon. While Shannon studied, she sat in the next chair and read. They fixed meals together. At bedtime, Janie went with Shannon to her room, rather than to the other bedroom they had prepared.

Thursday

When they left the next morning to meet Caroline and Terry, Janie bubbled non-stop for at least fifteen miles. When he thought he could finally get a word in, he asked "Did you get some good sleep?"

"Yeah, but not a whole lot. We talked girl stuff and laughed and fooled around for the longest time."

"So, do you think this plan is the right thing for your mother?"

"Oh, Greg, it's unbelievable! She was more of a mother in one day than she has been for years. It is so wonderful to have a real mother I can talk to. Gram tried, but it wasn't really the same. I think I really need her now, you know, boys, and stuff. I was scared trying to figure it all out by myself." Later, "You know, I was still kind of mad at you on the way up. I still thought you were just taking advantage of her. But now... Thank you so much for giving me a real Mom." Sobs, tears, but happy ones. Lots of them. He fought to keep his own eyes clear enough for driving.

As they neared the meeting point, she asked "Is Mom really going to be naked while Terry is there?"

"She is naked all the time, no matter who is there."

"Isn't that wrong, like incest, or something?"

"Just being naked around family members is not incest. Whether it is wrong or not is a matter of opinion. I know in your family everyone is very modest. Have you ever seen Terry naked? Or Pops?"

"No. Never. Sometimes I see Terry in pajamas, and once in a while in underwear, but never naked. Won't Mom be horribly embarrassed? I'll bet Terry will be, too."

"This is going to be one of the hardest days of both of their lives. But your mom thinks it is important to do, and I agree. They will get through it. Uh, don't say anything to Terry about her being naked, OK? I want to get him ready for that."

"Sure."

"Ask your Grams about seeing family members naked, OK."

"Oh, she wouldn't talk about something like that!"

"She has changed a lot lately. I think she will be glad to talk to you."

In the car with Caroline, Janie got up the courage to ask, "Grams, how can you ever be naked in front of someone you know. How can you stand the embarrassment?"

"Well, dear, do you think it is better to be naked in front of someone you don't know?"

"Oh, I didn't mean that! It's just... I don't see how Mom can do it."

"Janie, I'm going to tell you something very private that is going to surprise you, OK?" Seeing the girl nod, she went on. "When we visited your Mom at Greg's the first time, she wouldn't let us see her. She told us to get out, and told Greg to take her home. She was going to quit the plan."

"But she didn't quit."

"No, because your grandfather and I both undressed so we were naked, too."

"No way!"

"Yes, dear. We were naked the whole evening in front of your Mom and Greg."

"But you have never been naked! I mean, I have never seen..." She was blushing furiously.

"I know, dear. We were probably wrong in being so terribly modest, but we had to do this to help your Mom."

"How did that help her?"

"It showed her how much we loved her, and that we were supporting her every way we could."

"So that's the reason to get naked in front of someone? To help them or support them?"

"That's why we did it, Honey, but that was an unusual situation. Usually, you show your body to someone because you want to please them. Your grandfather and I show each other our bodies all the time because it makes us feel very good to look at each other naked."

"Really! Wow, I never thought... Do you think some boy would like to look at me naked?"

"Oh, yes, Honey, they would like that very much. But you have to be very, very careful. Only show your body to people who love you and care for you and will not hurt you. And only do it if it will make you feel good to have them see you."

"Gee, Grams. I didn't know I could talk to you about this stuff."

"Two weeks ago, Sweetie, you couldn't have, and I am very sorry for that."

"That's OK, Grams. I know you love me. It seems like everybody is changing a lot right now."

Would the tough challenges never quit? Janie's day turned out to be a howling success. Terry was going to be a lot tougher. Terry asked Janie how her visit went, and was taken aback by her bubbly response. Caroline beamed from the driver's seat. Terry's first comment when they got in the car was "Wow, Janie's pumped! What happened up there?"

"Well, Janie discovered she had a real mother after all, and that she really liked her." Terry said nothing, but sort of grunted. "I'm guessing that you love your mother like a good son, but you mostly don't like her very much, and you definitely are not proud of her. Did I nail it?"

"Hey, that's pretty harsh."

"You're right, but it's true, isn't it?" He didn't wait for a response, but plunged ahead. "Terry, I really like you. You're a neat guy and I would love to just shoot the shit for forty-five minutes on the way up." Terry looked at him in surprise, and Greg chuckled and said, "Hey, I spent a lot of years in locker rooms. I'm going to be saying a lot more earthy stuff to you before we get there. How would you like to have a mom you could introduce with pride to your buddies and watch them get hardons just from meeting her? How would you like to be teased in the locker room about how tough it is to live with two stone foxes?"

"Right, like that's going to happen."

"It is. I guarantee it. I wouldn't be doing this plan if I didn't believe it would happen. Your mother believes it's going to happen, and can't wait. She is going to look like a grown up Janie."

"Aw, come on!"

"I'm serious. At fourteen, she looked so much like Janie does now it's uncanny."

"No shit?"

"Good. A little jock talk will make this conversation a lot easier. Your mother also wants more than anything to be an honest to goodness mom to you. Do you want that?"

A very long pause. "Yeah, I guess I do, but I'm not sure what that really means. She's said stuff like that lot's of times, and nothing ever changes."

"Well, this time, believe her, and in a while I will tell you why. But whether that happens or not depends on what you do today. I hate to surprise you, but this could be the heaviest day of your life. I'm responsible for changing her and I am not going to fail. If I seem a little rough on you for the next while, it's because I need you to be a real man and do some really tough things to keep from destroying what we have already accomplished with your mother."

"Okay, let's go right to the choke hold. Your mother is naked. She has not worn clothes since her third day at my house."

"Holy shit! I can't go in there if she is naked! Isn't that illegal or something."

"No, it's not. It's part of the plan she agreed to, and she will tell you it was the right thing to do. I'm not going to explain it all now. It is going to be terribly hard for her to see you."

"Oh, man! I don't believe this!"

"Just think what you would feel like having to go naked in front of Grams. Or Janie. I'm sure it's even worse for her because she is the parent and you are the child."

"Why don't you just let her dress, then?"

"No, the plan works, and she wants to do it, hard as it will be. There's more. Right now, she is starved for affection and intimacy. She can't get enough touching and hugging. Even some sexual touching. You know, she has had terrible self-worth?"

"Yeah. She hates herself. She mopes about it all the time."

"Well, the touching and hugging are really important to her self-worth right now. She is fat and looks pretty awful. She knows it and hates it and is working her ass off to change it. But that's the way she is today, and you've got to deal with it. It is most important today to do nothing to reject her or disapprove of her looks. Do you think you can do that?"

"Oh, man!"

"Tell me. Have you seen Janie naked?"

"No way! She's a total prude."

"How about your Grams?"

"Ha! She's like the head prude. There's not much interesting skin to see around our house."

"How about any of your girl friends?"

"I... I really haven't had any girl friends."

"Well, buddy, today is going to be a crash course on women's anatomy, then. It will be a big challenge for you. I want you to treat your mother with total respect and dignity, like a real man would. Do you see how your Pops treats Grams?"

"Man, like she was a queen."

"Let me tell you, she is a queen. I want you to treat your mother like Pops treats Grams, because if we succeed, she is going to be as fine a woman as Grams. Are you down with what I'm saying?"

"But I won't know what to do. What will I say? How will I act?"

"Act like she is the most special person on earth. Mostly, it's simple things. Let's talk about some specifics here. First, look her in the eye when you are talking to her. Many young people have a habit of looking away from adults when they are talking. You are an adult. Talk to her like one. You will want to look at her body, and that's OK. After all, this will be your first naked female, and you will be curious. She wants you to look and learn."

"She does, really?"

"Yes, she feels she has failed miserably as a mother. She thinks the area of sex education is one place she can make a clean start. I want you to let her do what she wants. If you think something is not right, do it anyway, OK? Let her decide. Right now, she is struggling to really feel like she is a woman. Everything sexy that happens helps to build that confidence. I'm kind of asking you be her toy if she wants you to. Believe me, she will not do anything truly harmful. Shocking, maybe, but no real harm. You can learn a lot, and really help her out. How are you doing?"

"Um, OK, I guess. What else?"

"Good man! When she makes some negative comment about her body or her weight, you have to be ready to respond. Try something like 'Oh, Mom! That's just temporary. Before long your are going to be a real fox.' A comment like that will send her to the moon. Believe me, making a woman feel good like that is the smartest thing a man can do."

"Gee, it sounds like I'm treating her like a girlfriend or something."

"Good pickup, man! You're exactly right. Learn how treat a woman right with your Mom. It will give you a great relationship with her, and you will be a hit with the girls. Your Mom can be your very best girlfriend right now. Be gentle, be loving, be romantic. She needs it and she will love it."

"Next thing. Be extra attentive. Follow her around and do everything with her. Except maybe the bathroom. Don't be in a hurry to run off and do video games. You're here for her. Swim with her. Work out with her. Give her her massage."

"I've never done a massage."

"It doesn't matter. She won't care if it's good or not. She will be absolutely thrilled. When you're done working out, you suggest it, OK. While she is studying, at least take an interest in what she is doing. Then you can read or do a video game. Maybe you will just need to go and jerk off."

"Oh, man, what if I get... get... um..."

"You will have a hardon from the minute you see her. She expects it. She will be happy about it."

"You're kidding. Won't she think I'm dissing her?"

"Not at all. The way she is right now, knowing she can arouse her handsome son is a major ego boost."

"How do you ever figure out women, anyway?"

"I don't know. I sure haven't learned much. You screw up a lot. You guess. You learn from your mistakes. Mostly, you just remember they are special and should be treated that way."

"Now, sometime today, probably more than once, there will be a hug."

"You mean against her naked bod?"

"That's the way she is. The hug is very important. If she doesn't give you one before dinner, then you must give her one."

"That will be so embarrassing!"

"No, it should be loving and affectionate. Forget the embarrassment. You've got to hug like you mean it. Like you're trying to pin her. No wimpy, limp arm stuff. While you're hugging, stroke her back and shoulders. Stroke like you love the feel, even if the fat doesn't feel the best. Same thing when you are massaging her. Be strong. You won't hurt her. Very important rule about hugs: don't stop hugging until she does. Got that?"

"Yeah. She'll think I want to get away."

"Exactly. And that will make her feel terrible."

"Uh, how will these hugs start?"

"Well, if she asks for a hug, or just holds out her arms to you, you walk up to her with a smile. Look like there's nothing you want more in the world. Be strong and stroke, like I said before. Little kisses are good, too. On top of her head, her cheek, her neck, her shoulders. Wherever you can reach. Talking sweet helps, too."

"If she never starts one, pick a time, hold out your arms, and just ask her if you can have a hug. She won't say no. It's nice if you are leaning against a counter or a table and she can lean against you.

"What will I do when we first meet. That will be really tough."

"If she doesn't say something first, just say hi, and you've missed her. If she talks first, you're on you own. Just look her in the eye, and you'll be fine."

"If at any time she starts to cry, walk up to her saying, 'Mom, it's OK. It's OK. Put one hand behind her head and bring her head onto your shoulder. Then hug firmly and stroke, like we talked about."

"Now, what if things get more sexual, which they very well might. If she puts her hand on your cock, what will you do?"

"Probably jump right through the roof!"

"No, no! You tell her it feels good, and let her do it."

"But no one has ever..."

"I know. But it's for her. Just take it. If she strokes it and you feel like you could come?"

"She wouldn't do that, would she? My own Mom?"

"She might. Just tell her if she doesn't stop, you will make a mess, then leave it up to her."

"But... but... if she doesn't stop?"

"Did you bring extra underwear? Mine might fit." He laughed, hoping to relax the boy.

"What if you're sitting by her and she takes your head, pulls it between her big, fat, boobs, and hugs you? Don't try to pull away. Hug back, whatever you can get a hold of. Stroke something. Kiss whatever your mouth is touching." "What if she asks if she can give you relief?"

"You mean jerk me off?"

"Right. Tell her that would be wonderful and let her do it." Terry looked absolutely stricken at that one. "What if she asks you to get naked with her? Please, don't say no. It will be more enjoyable than you think."

"Did you do it when she asked?"

"Yes, I did. One other thing. If, when you are hugging, she pushes her crotch into you, she wants to feel your cock on her belly. Take hold of her ass cheeks and pull her into you. Push your cock right into her belly. Then let whatever happen."

"All these, uh, sexy things. Aren't they wrong. Kinda dirty?"

"To her, they're not. She thinks she doesn't have much to give right now. All these touching things, even the sexy ones, are gifts. They're showing her love and letting her get close to you. Please, don't think of them as dirty. Think of them as beautiful."

"Look, Terry, I'm sorry to throw all this stuff at you. I hope you remember some of it and it helps. If you forget everything else, just think 'She's special, I love her, and I want to help her."

Terry sat silent for a while. "Thanks, Greg. It will be easy to remember that last stuff, 'cuz it's all true."

Greg handed the boy a box of Kleenex. "We're almost there, and you have been hard for a long time. I'm going to pull off at a secluded spot up here and take a short walk. Get yourself off. It will make the day a lot easier. Five minutes enough?"

"Plenty, thanks."

She heard the car pull in and started shaking. Of all the encounters, this was the worst. Her folks had been a surprise, and Alex was an unknown. This was her son, and she was naked and fat!. The front door opened, then the study door. He looked great in shorts and a muscle shirt. She stared at him, and he stared right back at her face. "Hi, Mom. I've missed you." He had never seen a naked woman before, and his eyes never wavered from her face. Did he not want to look at her horrible body? No, that wasn't it. He was trying not to embarrass her! Oh, what a loving thing! She couldn't help it, the tears just cascaded. Then, he was right there, bringing her head to his shoulder, telling her it was OK. Then those arms around her! Strong, firm! Oh, what a man he was. Stroking her back, little kisses, then 'I love yous.'

She didn't deserve this. She had not been a good mother. Did he really mean it? The arms and the hands and the kisses said he did. He didn't seem at all concerned about the fat. The flow of tears just accelerated, she had no control at all. He began rocking her gently. Many long minutes went by before she regained her breathing. As soon as she could, she pulled her head back and looked him in the face. He had a small smile, and his eyes were wet. She kissed him, briefly but hard, right on the mouth.

Her face must be a mess. That part should at least look as good as it could for her wonderful son. "I've got to fix my face. Come into the bathroom and talk to me while I do it." She took his hand and led him from the study. When they got to the hall, he caught up to her, put his arm around her, and pulled her close as they walked. She felt another flood of tears coming, jammed her face into his chest, and let fly. At this rate, she thought, she would never get her face fixed. Hell, she'd never even get to the bathroom! Finally, though, she dried up again, and they went in. With chagrin, she noticed the huge wet splotches on his shirt. "Sorry, I've soaked your shirt. Maybe we can put it in the drier. Or maybe you can use one of Greg's."

"Aw, I don't really need it. It's warm in here," and he took it off. As he went to lay it on the counter, he noticed the front of his shorts bulging out from his hard cock. He grabbed his shirt back and started to put it on, but she put a hand on his arm.

"Please, don't cover it up! I know it's there, and it makes me happy. It's a compliment, and a very nice sized compliment, too." As he was about to object, he remembered Greg's advice. Greg had been right on, so far.

"Are you sure it won't embarrass you?"

"How could it embarrass me when I'm parading around like this. It is so neat that my hunk of a son can get excited over a fat, ugly body like this."

"Oh, Mom, quit worrying about the bod. You're working on it, and before long you're going to be a real fox." With thanks to Greg, he hoped his own version was OK. Turned out it was more than OK, as she lunged at him, hugged him fiercely and pinned him back against the counter. This time, he could feel her tits against his bare chest. There was another flood of tears, with accompanying sobs. Where did they all come from? He hugged her and stroked her as before. This time, she pushed her crotch right into him. He did as Greg suggested, grabbing her ass and pulling her close. She moved back and forth a few times, then she pulled away, and he thought he had blown it. But to his shock, she unsnapped his shorts and pulled them right down, along with his underwear. Then she pushed herself up against him again, grabbed his hands, and put them back on her cheeks. The back and forth motions had the inevitable result. When he warned her, she just hummed and hugged tighter, and it was over. The feelings had been incredible, like nothing in his limited experience. He was so wiped he couldn't think straight.

Feeling a momentary twinge of guilt and fear, she asked him if he was angry with her for doing that. "How can I get angry about something that felt so good?" He reached down to pull up his pants, but she pled with him.

"Please, leave them off. I want to look at that beautiful cock, those beautiful balls, and that beautiful ass all day. OK?" He had been here less than a half hour, and had exhausted everything Greg had talked about. What was going to happen next?

"We need to clean up. Come on and do laps with me." They walked hand in hand toward the pool. As they passed through the family room, Greg looked up from reading with a smirk on his face. Terry looked at him and shrugged. Shannon turned slightly and saucily thrust her belly toward him, showing off the drying cum streaks.

After laps, they did the workout together. When he saw her get on the leg spread machine, he walked behind her to another machine. She called him over and asked him to kneel right down between her legs. "Time for anatomy class." she joked. She was blushing furiously, as was he, but she went ahead with the exercises.

"Mom, um, why don't you have hair down there?"

"I had it removed by electrolysis years ago when I was in my punk phase. I will never grow back. Quite a few women shave theirs."

"Oh. Gee, there's more, um, ah, parts down there than I thought."

She giggled. "I take it this is the first live pussy you have seen. I'm sorry it's buried in all that fat..."

"Mom, enough about the bod. I don't want to hear it again. OK. I didn't come up here to find a body. I came to find my Mom. And I found her. I can't wait till her body is gorgeous, but she's already gorgeous inside. OK?" She just sat there on the abductor/adductor machine with her legs spread lewdly in front of her son. And she bawled, and bawled, and bawled. He wanted to hug her, but felt the position was awkward. He spied a box of tissues and went to get them. He handed them to her and just waited for her to recover.