Chapter 2: Alice in My Wonderland

The rest of the day was filled with the sorts of play that an 8 year old has when showing his cousins around a small farm. The hours were filled with child's play around the barn and a dip in the creek. The afternoon was spent playing board games on the porch of the old farmhouse.

The thoughts of my earlier educational in the bathroom had been crowded out for the priority of play. I was a small, naïve eight-year-old boy that lived on a distant farm with few friends. Having my cousins visit was a treat. I knew virtually nothing about sex except what one could observe in the barnyard and nearby pastures. As much as my mother talked about sex, I never personalized it.

Later that afternoon I had to use the bathroom, which with all the company in the house took a little bit of orchestration and patience on my part. I really had to pee and I waited for the bathroom door to open. After what seemed a fidgeting eternity the door opened and Sandra came out. The eleven year old in pigtails who had changed her shorts since the earlier episode, skipped passed me sticking her tongue out as she headed out to play.

I hurried inside the bathroom shut and locked the door and proceeded to head for the toilet. I had to go so bad and it felt really good to just let go. As my stream danced in the bowl my attention shifted to the wastebasket that was beside the toilet. For the first time since the morning I replayed the scene that had transpired with my Mother. After I finished peeing I peered into the basket and it was clear to see that there had been quite a bit of activity over the last several hours. Four women in the house and at least two were having their periods had produced some new objects to pick my curiosity.

The spindle of toilet paper cocooning a Kotex on the top of the wastebasket was wound really tight and looked different than what my Mother had produced earlier. Could this be one of Sandra's first pads? I fished the bundle out of the basket and hurriedly unwrapped the toilet paper wrapping unfolding the napkin. Sure enough the pad was smaller than the one my Mother used and must be Sandra's. Without a thought I held it up to my nose and breathed in the sent. It was rich, simply rich and there was another odor. I inspected the pad a little more and saw a yellowish tinge around the edges. Pressing the pad between my fingers I could feel the dampness. Apparently Sandra wasn't all that fastidious with tidying herself up after she peed but her pad smelled fantastic. Of course besides the dizziness I felt I also noticed that my penis had become hard.

With my shorts and underpants down around my ankles I waddled over to the cabinet to find the cold cream that my Mother had used earlier. I set the pad down opened the jar and taking a small dab of cold cream massaged it over my stiff penis. I picked up Sandra's pad and placed it up to my nose and inhaled deeply. I was in heaven. As I moved my small hand over an even smaller penis I licked and suckled the pad just as I had done earlier with my Mother's breasts. I didn't know what an orgasm was. All I knew was a delicious burning feeling that would end in a release of tension. I didn't know how long this process took or anything but I knew it would come to some kind of end, hopefully like the one I had experienced earlier.

Just then there were three sharp wraps on the bathroom door. "Who's in there? I need to use the bathroom now"! Darn, it was my Aunt Alice and she was one not to be delayed. I literally dropped everything and tried to get the top back on the cold cream. In doing so the jar slid off of the self and tumbled to the floor. The good news is that the jar didn't break; the bad news was that it made a large thud when it hit the floor.

"What's going on in there", my Aunt shouted? "I'll be out in a second" I choked. I pulled up my shorts and grabbed the pad and ran over to the toilet picking up the yard of toilet paper that Saundra had used to bundle it up. In one swift motion I shoved my hand and the wad of Sandra's best to the bottom of the bowl and flushed the toilet. While the toilet was flushing I headed for the bathroom door.

When I opened the door I was greeted by the towering presence of my Aunt Alice. "Took you long enough" was all she said and swished past me to shut herself in the bathroom.

My impression of my Aunt was of a strict disciplinarian. She was a Registered Nurse and she was a real presence being a couple of inches taller than my Mother put Aunt Alice at nearly 6 feet tall. My mother had the physical development you would expect of a woman that worked a farm; my Aunt Alice on the other hand, was lanky. It isn't that I didn't like my Aunt Alice, it's that there was a distance, coolness, and probably a little fear on my part.

I had no sooner gone out to the enclosed porch than I heard the war cry "Patricia-Sue In Here Now!!"

I went as white as a sheet and started shaking. Everyone called my Mother Pat but here real name was Patricia and her middle name was Sue. As the story went, she hated the name "Patricia" and she really hated "Patricia-Sue" because that is what her brutal mother would call her when she was angered. It was clear to me that my Aunt had found something incriminating in the bathroom, had opened the bathroom door, craned her head out and had issued an imperative command.

I heard my Mother scurry into the bathroom and the door slam behind her. I turned back to focus on the porch and my cousins were all staring at me. Between the alarming voice of my Aunt and obvious fright etched on my face it was pretty obvious that I was in for it. Although it was no more than a minute I felt like a day had passed before my Mother appeared on the porch. In her kind way she came over and knelt beside me and said "Timmy, Mommy needs to talk to you". I followed her as she walked back into the house.

She had used the "Mommy" word again; something that before our morning episode she had never done before. This and the calm cooing of her voice made me feel a little better. For the second time that day I followed her into the bathroom. As I walked in, she closed the door and once again went over to the toilet raised her skirt, lowered her panties and sat on the toilet. It was if it was an exact replay of our morning session. I was in a trance. She started to pee but I was oblivious to it.