Chapter 3

Sunday morning, Caroline was there with Catherine when Muriel and Dale came down to breakfast. After greetings, they ate and chatted. When Dale needed to study, Caroline said "That's fine. I want to talk to Muriel for a while."

"This is not an official consultation, Muriel, and you won't be charged for it. Care to tell me what happened in bed last night?" Caroline started right in when the two women were alone.

Muriel hesitated at first, but assured that strict confidentiality applied, she gave Caroline a detailed account.

"Did you want to do more than that?" Carol asked.

"Desperately!"

"And you didn't because... ?"

"Well, it would be wrong!" Muriel exclaimed. "I feel guilty about what I did do.

"And how did you decide that it was wrong?"

"Are you trying to tell me that it was not wrong?" Muriel asked, incredulously.

"I will not try to make any judgments or lay down any rules for you. What I will try to do is help you to make decisions about right and wrong that you can live with. I know that this whole business with Dale nude has been traumatic for both of you. I'm sure that just seeing him naked broke some of your previous rules.

"Tell me, what was your reaction when you heard that he had been naked with Catherine, Carla, Jolene, and myself?"

"I was very, very jealous," Muriel admitted. "I wished I could have been the first to see him."

"Did you tell him that?" When Muriel nodded, Caroline continued "And what was his reaction?"

"He said he wished that, too."

"Do you think he was being sincere?"

"Oh, yes," Muriel answered quickly. "He would never lie to me about that. In fact, he said the same thing about when he was hard."

"He said that at breakfast yesterday, too," Caroline revealed. "So, you got to be the first to see him ejaculate, at least," Carol said. "Do you think he was happy about that?"

Muriel related Dale's comment about not feeling guilty. "Am I correct that Dale is completely inexperienced with women?" Caroline asked and Muriel nodded.

"So, do you want to be the first to touch him?" Muriel nodded hesitantly. "The first to make him ejaculate?" Another nod. "The first to have intercourse with him?"

"Oh, no! Not that!" Muriel answered quickly.

"Why not?"

"That should be just for husband and wife. Or at least possible husbands and wives."

"So, you don't see you and Dale living as man and wife," Carol probed.

"I want to find another husband, and he should find a girl for himself," Muriel said. "After last night, I think I am ready to date again."

Caroline would have probed further into Muriel's sexual feelings for Dale, but her answers had been so strong that she did not feel the need. "Do you want to give him a blowjob?" Carol asked.

That made Muriel pause for just a moment. "No. That's for marriage, too."

"OK," Carol said. "Now, let's assume that it is OK for you to masturbate him. What would be your reasons for doing it? What would you be feeling as you did it?"

"Oh, wow!" Muriel exclaimed. "I love him a lot. I know it would make him feel good, and I would like to give him that feeling. I know this whole nudity business is stressful for him, and I want to help any way I can."

"Except for a blowjob or intercourse, you mean?" Caroline probed.

"That would be too much. I think he would feel the same way," Muriel explained.

"What else would you feel as you stroked him and made him ejaculate?"

"There would be a sexual thrill, obviously. I couldn't help that," Muriel admitted.

"What else?"

Muriel could not come up with another response, so Caroline went on. "You brought a male child into the world. You did your part to propagate the species. As you stroked his erection, you would be celebrating the magnificent, virile man that you produced. When he ejaculated, it would be a joyful statement that you had fulfilled an important part of your female obligation and fulfilled it extremely well."

Muriel sat transfixed, her mouth hanging open, staring at Caroline. Finally, she stammered out "Ev ... every mo ... mother of a son should t ... talk to you."

"Did I capture your feelings?"

"Yes, but I didn't realize just how I felt until you said it," Muriel breathed out. "You ... you're saying it's OK for me to masturbate him?"

"Muriel, I won't say that. I will tell you that you have a clearly understood set of limits to what you would ever consider doing. I will also caution you that if you should take that step, that it must be in a context that is beneficial for and agreeable to both of you.

"Let me give you an example of what should never happen. If Dale expected you to relieve him every morning or on demand, for instance, that would be totally wrong. That is obligation, not celebration, and certainly not showing love, at least from his side. It smacks of dominance and bondage."

"I see what you mean, but I could never see Dale doing that."

"Of course not. Let me give you a different example. If whenever you got horny, you asked him to let you masturbate him, that would be bad. You would be making him a toy, dominating him."

Looking at Caroline carefully, Muriel asked "Are these things that you have run across in your practice?"

"More times than you would believe," Caroline affirmed. "There is one more point I want to make. If you and he feel that you should be the first to touch him, you need to know that Catherine plans..." She went on to tell Muriel what would be happening that afternoon, swearing her to secrecy.

"I thought you'd want to talk to me next," Dale said as he joined Caroline on the patio. "How many other naked men have you done sessions with?"

With a hearty laugh, Caroline said "You're the first."

"I guess you want to talk about what Mom and I did last night, huh? Is she upset? She didn't seem like it."

"She's not upset about what you did, Dale, but she is uncertain about how much more you should do."

"Oh. And you want to see how I feel about doing more?"

Caroline started asking the same questions that she had posed to Muriel and she was very pleased to get very similar answers. "All right, let's suppose that your mother is masturbating you. What would you be feeling about..."

"Uh, Doc, can I get a towel?"

"No, Dale. You know by now that this whole weekend is conditioning. Catherine wants to get you over as much body-consciousness as possible before Monday. Since the biggest fear of male models is erections, that's part of what you need to get past."

"I know, but having to sit here and talk to you with it waving around! I mean, I know it's distracting for me. I must be for you, too."

"Oh, it's definitely distracting. Learn one thing well, Dale. It is rare that a woman will be offended by the sight of an erection, as long as it is in an appropriate context."

"Appropriate?"

"That mostly means non-threatening and not embarrassing. I am thoroughly enjoying looking at your erection - your cock. Now back to the question. How would you be feeling about your mother. Why do you think she would be masturbating you?"

Answering intelligently was no small feat for Dale due to the redirection of blood to his cock. He could not help squirming in his chair as Caroline's question and his own thoughts just increased his stiffness. "She, um, loves me a lot. I know that. She would do anything to help me. Also, she seems to be, um, fascinated by my ... cock."

Caroline went on to explain what she had told Muriel, all of which served to further stress his bloated shaft. When she was done, she said "You stay here. I'll send your mom out and you two can talk. The neighbors are away, so you can't be seen."

It took several minutes before Muriel arrived, but he hardly receded at all. The temptation to stroke himself to completion was almost irresistible, but he held off. Jerking off out in the open was not something he was ready for.

He might as well have been ready. When Muriel arrived, coming from behind him, she leaned over his chair and hugged him firmly. Then, she moved around in front of him, put a folded towel on the patio, pushed his legs apart, and knelt between them.

She was panting all the while and he was too aroused and too fascinated to raise any kind of objection. He was sitting back in the chair a ways so she could only reach his shaft easily. That was enough. She grasped him firmly near the base with one hand and began stimulating the flaming head with the other. When she started stroking up and down with the lower hand, it took only a few strokes before he erupted.

She held him straight up and kept up the stimulation until all of his load was on his crotch and thighs or on her hands. After his first two spurts, she started shaking and jerking. He could feel it on his cock, but the reason did not register through his orgasmic haze, and she controlled herself enough not to hurt him.

When his breathing had steadied a bit, she still seemed out of it. "Are you OK, Mom? You look ... flushed."

Her immediate reaction was embarrassment, but she was alert enough to realize how silly that was, in light of everything that had happened. "I came," was all she said, then forced herself to her feet to fetch the clean up rag and towel that she had left behind him.

They were silent as she cleaned him up. Then, she held out her hand and helped him to his feet. She guided him to a cushioned chaise lounge and laid him down so his ass was barely on the end. Retrieving her kneeling towel, she spread his legs and knelt down again. His penis and testicles were unsupported and unobstructed before her and she took full advantage.

"Oh, Mom!" Dale moaned as she cradled him in both hands.

"Caroline called this celebrating, Honey. To me, it's more like worshipping. Is it OK?"

"Way beyond OK!"

In an upstairs window, Catherine and Caroline were watching discreetly, unseen by mother and son. "Should we really be voyeuring like this?" Catherine asked.

"I don't know about you, but I'm pretty starved for any sexual stimulation. Besides, I can call it patient follow-up," Caroline answered with a giggle.

"It really is something between them, isn't it?" Catherine observed.

"Dealing with tragedy like they have, it often either binds the survivors very tightly or forces them apart."

"Have I triggered something bad - something destructive for them?"

"No, I'm pretty sure not," Caroline said firmly. "They have the same limits, and they're very strong. As you can see, the love between them is so strong that they would avoid hurting each other, no matter what it took."

"That's good. I've felt a little guilty about the way I've dragged Dale into this," Catherine lamented.

"OK, Madame Artiste," Caroline teased. "Tell me that in your purely non-sexual appreciation of the human body that you don't wish you were down there in Muriel's place."

"Of course I wish that. I'm as sex-starved as you are, Sis, and I have never seen a body like that."

"Are you going to keep him around here? Are you going to bed him?" Caroline asked seriously.

"Don't I wish!" Catherine answered. "Why would he want me to be his first? Or his tenth or twentieth, for that matter?"

"So you would if you could?"

"I really like the boy, Sis," Catherine insisted. "I wouldn't want to hurt him. Or Muriel, either."

"I'm sure Muriel's going to get him off again. Think he'll still get it up this afternoon?" Carol asked.

"It won't really spoil things if he doesn't, so I'm not worried," Catherine assured her sister. "I don't know about you, but there is nothing that can get me away from here until he comes again."

"Who are they?" Dale asked a little fearfully as Muriel held his hand in the bedroom. Catherine had just told him that he would be doing a sitting for a select group of her students.

"There are only three," Catherine answered. "I chose the ones that are the most kind and considerate. There is one guy and two girls. I'll introduce you to them after the sitting. Oh, Lisa will be there, too. I hope that's all right."

He nodded absently.

"I don't have a separate entrance behind the screen, so you will have to walk in the door wearing your robe. I don't want the students to see you naked except when you pose, OK?"

"Fine by me."

"I'll come and get you. It will probably be ten or fifteen minutes."

"I want you in the studio, Mom."

"Wouldn't miss it."

Just under two days was not nearly enough preparation, even with all of the other things that had happened. The fact of the three strangers in the room left him almost unable to walk as he entered the studio. Catherine saw his shaky state and helped him up on the stand, then helped him shed the robe. With a sudden inspiration, she whispered "Look at your Mom. I'll fix the first pose so you can keep your eyes on her. Just look how proud she is - how much she loves you."

The first pose had him looking off over the students, right at Muriel. It worked. He was able to maintain for twenty minutes and the shaking stopped. He was positioned so that his crotch was not exposed to the students, so there was minimal threat of arousal.

Before dismissing the students for a break, Catherine helped him on with his robe and led him back behind the screen. Ignoring the possible reaction from the students, Muriel joined him and enfolded him in a hug.

For the second pose, Catherine had him face-on to the students, with everything on display. Knowing that he would get no more practice, she felt she had to do it. Fortunately, he could again focus on Muriel, and the sitting went better than the first.

Druing the second break, Catherine delivered the shocker. As he and Muriel were once again cuddling, she led Jolene behind the screen, clad in a robe. It took only a glance for Dale to understand what she had in mind.

"Catherine, I can't..."

"Why not? What's the worst that could happen?" Catherine asked gently.

"I could get ... get hard!"

"So?"

"But, I couldn't stand that!"

"If it happens," Catherine said, "the worst will be over and there will be nothing more to worry about."

"But she'll be naked, and I ... I..."

"You've hardly been with a naked woman and you don't know how you'll react. We know, Dale. I chose the three students because they won't ridicule or even talk about anything that happens. To tell the truth, I hope it happens so you can get past it."

Dale looked around almost frantically. Once again, his eyes settled on his mother's. There was that same love, pride, and encouragement. She wanted him to do it. The slump of his shoulders was his surrender, but everyone understood it.

"Wait!" he said suddenly. "Lisa! She shouldn't see this!"

Catherine let out a sigh. "I agree, but her dad does not. He's probably right. Given her talent, we shouldn't hold her back from anything relating to her art."

Catherine made absolutely sure it would happen. He was positioned facing almost full-on to the students, standing. Jolene was pressed against the side of him away from the students, also mostly facing them. Their back arms were around each other.

That was enough to get him swelling already, but Catherine was not done. She took Jolene's hand and placed it to cup his balls. Her head was against his shoulder but she was looking right at his erection. His head was tilted to lean against hers. It was touching and erotic, and Muriel had silent tears leaking down her cheeks as she watched from the back.

"See, you're still alive and still standing," Jolene said quietly. "I've been in this situation before. God, your balls feel nice! Be proud of what you've got. Tell yourself that the students are privileged to see it. They are, you know."

It was quite remarkable that Dale had never felt a bare female breast against him. All in all, he handled it quite well. He never lost the blush on his face, and his hardon never went down. Jolene made sure of that, stroking behind his scrotum with one finger if he showed any sign of receding. For most of the sitting, his cock was painfully swollen, bobbing with his pulse.

When that last sitting was over, he collapsed in a chair behind the screen. "Should I help you with that?" Jolene offered.

"He was able to look up at her and say "No. But thank you for offering."

To Catherine, he said "Did you have to make it that bad?"

She knelt by him and said "I am so proud of you. That was tough, you're right. I can guarantee that you will never have to do anything that erotic in class."

"Then, why?"

"Like I told you. I want everything to seem easier starting tomorrow. It's better for my class and better for you. It's over now. Come out and meet the students."

"I can't, I can't. Not after..."

She wasn't having any of that and tried to pull him to his feet. When Muriel joined her, he gave in and got to his feet. Fortunately, his erection had gone down.

All three of the students were very cordial and they all expressed their thanks for his willingness to model for them. They also complimented him on his body.

As the students were leaving, he was standing by himself for a moment. One of them, a dark haired, extremely thin girl with bright, piercing eyes, came back to him. She looked him right in the eye and he could feel compassion and admiration from her. "That took some kind of courage," she said.

"Courage? I was scared stiff," he retorted.

"But you did it. Who was that other woman in the room? She looks like she could be ... No! Is she really?"

"I couldn't get through it without her here."

"Having your mother see you made it easier?! Even when you got ... got ... aroused?! Unbelievable!!"

"We've been through a lot together," he tried to explain. "No one cares for me more than she does."

"But ... but..." She could not come up with anything more to say and he saw moisture in her eyes and a definite look of pain. "See you tomorrow" she finally said as she turned away.

The art class where Dale would do his first sitting was right after lunch. He was unable to stomach the cafeteria's offering. Actually, he was pretty useless for the entire morning.

The night before, the intensity between Dale and Muriel had risen to the point where they both felt the need to pull back a little. She took a flight early in the morning, after a very emotional goodbye.

As terrifying as the weekend had been for Dale at times, Catherine's strategy paid off. Even though there were eleven students in the class, he was shaking less than he had the afternoon before with only four students.

It would not be accurate to say that his first posing was anticlimactic, but it did not validate his worst fears at all. Instead of eating lunch, he had gone to his dorm room. Knowing that his roommate would be gone, he relieved himself, twice, as a precaution against the chance of an erection. Either the precaution worked, or there was never a real threat.

Twice he looked toward the skinny dark-haired girl - Faith, he remembered her name was. When he caught her eye, she fairly beamed out encouragement and sympathy.

Catherine put him in poses that were less 'blatant' than on Sunday, and that was helpful. When class was over, she surprised him when she said. "Meet me here at five for a ride back to my house. Bring your books."

"But I thought..."

"I want you even more 'bulletproof'. Some more exposure will be good for you," she said with a smile.

"How long?"

"Maybe until you graduate," she quipped.

Faith Charles always made every effort to tell her mother as little as possible about what went on at school. That was not easy, given that her mother, Mercedes Thurston Charles, was of the founding family of the college and the effective ruling family of the town. As the sole heir to the Thurston fortune, that made Mercedes the de facto 'queen' of the town.

"That special session you went to at Claremont's house yesterday," Mercedes probed, "did it have anything to do with the new male model who posed today?"

Faith did not have to say anything, unable to keep the answer from her face. She also could not hide her reaction to just the thought of Dale's awesome body.

Faith was unquestionably a troubled, neurotic girl. Anorexia, or something similar, had kept her skin and bones since puberty. With almost no appeal to possible dates, her sexual experience was almost nil. Seeing Dale's erection was without question the highlight of her pitiful sexual life.

Faith was an unending concern to her mother. Mercedes had the best forty-seven-year-old body that an unending supply of money could buy, based on a very attractive, sexy natural body. With Faith's father being equally attractive, Mercedes believed that Faith could be a real beauty, a credit to the Thurston line. That she could not get the girl to put on any weight was the one big flaw in Mercedes' otherwise perfect life.

As far as Faith was concerned, Mercedes was anything but a perfect mother. She was extremely controlling, staunchly class-conscious, and a slut. Still married to Faith's father, Mercedes had gone through most of the desirable males in town, and Faith knew about it. In recent years, Mercedes had kept her cunt occupied with the prime studs from the school's male student population.

There were many advantages to using students to meet her sexual needs. They were eager and had staying power. They usually lacked technique, but more often than not, she preferred simple power fucking. There were also a few that could be trained in the finer points. Another advantage was that the students eventually went away, eliminating any unrealistic expectations.

A huge advantage was that she had total control of them. Because of the stranglehold she had on admissions, scholarships, and even grades, she got what she wanted. She could select the boys she wanted and coerce them into servicing her. To her credit, they were seldom sorry for the experience, either sexually or financially. Less to her credit, she could easily get an uncooperative partner out of school.

Faith's father, Maxwell (Max) Charles, had long ago accepted the sexual situation dictated by his wife. He was successful enough on his own not to need the Thurston money, but the influence and connections were valuable to him. Surprisingly, he and Mercedes got along quite well, and when she wanted a truly skillful sex partner, she always sought him out.

Max was not always receptive to his wife's advances, especially in recent years. After years of his wife's dalliances, he had acquired two very nice, long-term mistresses and in most respects, Mercedes did not measure up to them.

Faith was the middle of three children with older and younger brothers. They seemed unaffected by the strange dynamics of their family, just happy with the wealth that fate had made their lot. They were much like their father, and were actually pretty good guys.

Faith was far from unaffected by her family, mainly by her mother. In fact, her neurosis was primarily fueled by the unrealistic expectations and massive disapproval from Mercedes.

Just starting her sophomore year, Faith was nineteen, nearly twenty. She was majoring in accounting, but only after major battles with Mercedes. She had some artistic talent, and her presence in Catherine's class was a concession to Mercedes' desire for her to pursue something more 'ladylike'.

Mercedes had spent a fortune on analysis and treatment for Faith. Nothing worked, mainly because the 'professionals' either pulled their punches on the main reason for Faith's problems or she just disregarded any honest conclusion that she was the cause of her daughter's neuroses.

A big part of Mercedes' frustration over Faith was the girl's ineligibility for romance. Even the lure of the family fortune did not seem to be enough to attract guys to her. She had a lovely face and a kind, sweet spirit. As was true of most of their line, she had near-genius intelligence. There just weren't many college guys who could handle no tits, no ass, and almost all bones visible.

Faith was at something of a crossroads in her life. Up until that time, she had not sought independence, always feeling needy because of her condition and having no confidence that she could make it on her own. After a year of college, though, she was seeing her situation in a different light. It was harder and harder to stomach her mother's sex life, and she was beginning to understand how all of her problems came back to Mercedes' treatment of her. She still had no idea what she could do about it, and that just made things worse.

Unlike many very wealthy families, no guaranteed trusts were laid out a generation or more ahead. Max and Mercedes' children would be extremely well provided for, unless they fell out of their parents' favor. It was entirely possible for any of them to be completely cut off. Faith did not have to be very old before she clearly understood that threat.

Dale had an open hour after his sitting, so he arrived at his next class early. Still in somewhat of a daze, he settled into a seat, only to be jarred alert by the skinny dark-haired girl sitting down beside him. He remembered that her name was Faith, but that was of not much interest to him right then. Knowing how the girl had seen him, especially the day before at Catherine's, he could not think of anything he could possibly say to her.

Faith, however, very much wanted to talk to Dale. She showed great sensitivity by starting the conversation with "Are you a transfer student? I haven't seen you on campus before."

"No. I'm a freshman," he was able to say.

"Then, why are you in a junior level accounting course?"

Before he knew it, he was telling Faith about the co-op courses he had taken and the others that he had found scholarships for.

"So, you'll graduate after only a couple of years, then?"

"No. I'm going for a double major in economics and accounting."

"Wow! How did you end up modeling for Catherine, then?"

Here, he would rather have ended the conversation, but there was just something guileless and non-threatening about the girl, so he told her "Need. My scholarship doesn't provide any extra, and we don't have much money."

Faith already knew that, but she could not let on. Caroline had never been one of her numerous therapists, but Faith had met Caroline through Catherine and Caroline had taken her on as an 'informal' project. Actually, she tried to act more as a friend and advisor than a therapist. Faith was one of very few people who had Caroline's wireless number.

Caroline had insisted that Faith promise to never reveal their relationship, and Faith had been eager to comply. The times that they met face-to-face had to be carefully arranged and staged.

Caroline had wondered whether she should reveal anything about Dale to the girl, but ended up answering all of Faith's questions. One of the things that Caroline dreaded was the all-too-real prospect of Faith becoming non-functional and having to be institutionalized. If some kind of a connection with a really nice guy could help to forestall the time when Mercedes drove her daughter to complete collapse, she would risk violating Dale's confidence. She was quite sure that Dale would endorse her decision.

Of course, it was hard for Caroline to imagine a more improbable match-up than Faith and Dale, so she went into it assuming that a simple friendship would be the best possible result. After all, Dale was gorgeous beyond belief, while Faith, though potentially very pretty, was a walking skeleton. Faith was a probable heir to a huge fortune, while Dale had to pose nude to survive and stay in school. Dale had the kind of drive and determination that only those who had to struggle for survival seemed to acquire. Faith was unable to marshall the will to object to her mother's mistreatment of her. The threat of losing her pampered lifestyle was something she could not bring herself to put at risk. She had an overly dependent personality. Whether that was because of her condition or had led to her condition was a question that had helped to keep several therapists in business.

There were, however, some areas where the two were quite similar. Both were highly intelligent. Both were sensitive, naturally caring people. Both were totally inexperienced with dating and romance.

Faith was absolutely smitten with Dale, but she had no illusions that there was any possibility of a romantic relationship. She knew the her sex appeal was near zero. It was another factor that just made her situation all the more distressing to her. The abusive control mania by her mother started the vicious cycle and triggered her eating disorder. The loss of her appealing feminine body features triggered depression which exacerbated her disorder. She was left with only her hair, her face, her smile, and her truly exceptional eyes as tools to attract a man.

Faith's expectations toward Dale were realistic. She expected only unrequited love. Sadly, that was still the most romantic thing that had ever happened to her.