Minding Others, part 6

Minding Others



Chapter 6

Nightfall concluded as I approached the only place my soul had ever rested. I reached for the doorknob, and it’s cold metal shocked me. Mom. She was inside, waiting. Time ceased to flow for me, but I could feel the universe spinning around my grip on the round handle. Insect dots hung about the porch light. My eyes flew out of my head and looked around 360 degrees. Darkness had surrounded the porch. Yellow street lamps lent a wicked color to the black tarmac. It could have been a dream. Because when I dream of that moment, I remember the question that changed. It didn’t matter what I was. I needed to know who I was. No, I needed to decide who I was. Then I remembered.

“Mind yourself child, or you’ll grow up minding others!” That had been a dream. This was true, me, standing between the light and the dark afraid to go inside and afraid of what hunted out in the darkness. I had to grow up.

I opened the door and stepped inside. Every light in the house blazed.

“Mother?” I asked loudly. I explored the house slowly.

“Mommie’s in her room.” Little Shell found me first. She turned the corner of the hallway and looked as if she had been left alone in the house.

“Where’s Lynn?”

“In our room, sleeping.” She pouted like the nine year old she was. “I’m hungry.”

“Let’s fix you a sandwich.” I hugged my little sister and shepherded her to the kitchen. For the first time in my life she didn’t seem like an annoying brat. She trusted me.

“Can I have ham?”

“Sure little sister.” I pulled a party platter from the ‘fridge. Lettuce, mustard, and a bright red tomato filled two slices of white bread. I opened a bag of chips and poured a few next to the sandwich on a paper plate. She carried the plate to the kitchen table and sighed happily before munching hungrily.

“What are you going to do to her?” My mother watched me from the kitchen entrance. In her bare feet and loose robe, she hadn’t made a sound.

“I’m going to fuck her.” I met my mother’s eyes. “When she’s ready.”

My mother had been crying. Her eyes were red, and she looked like she’d been dragged through hell. The tow line had been my erect prick.

“Mom, I don’t know anything about this freaky thing my body does, but I can’t ignore it. Maybe it has a purpose. Maybe it’s wrong, evil. But I’m a fourteen year old boy with the desires of a normal kid. The thing I do believe about it, is, it’s a natural occurrence.”

“That’s ridiculous! Nobody can control the desires of others.”

“A fat, lumbering caterpillar grub turning into a butterfly is ridiculous. Almost every animal in nature is called to sex. Maybe, once, long ago, women went into heat just like horses and dogs. Maybe I’m one of the freaks of nature who happened to reestablish that ancient trigger.”

“That sounds like a load of new age foolishness.” Mother glanced at her daughter. The food distracted the little girl from our confusing discussion.

“It’s either that or God, mother. Are you telling me you suddenly decided to believe in God?”

“Jules, I know I never took this family to church, but that doesn’t mean I don’t believe in God.”

“Then what do you believe?”

“I believe my children are in danger, but I’m not about to let you become that danger.”

“I know mom. I don’t want to hurt anyone. You have to believe me.”

“I-I just don’t know what to do.” She choked on her words. Tears seeped into the corners of her eyes, and she turned away.

Shell looked up at me. She had almost finished her sandwich. “What’s fuck?”

“I walked over to my mom and took her in my arms.”

“It’s going to be okay.” I told her.

She tucked her head into the crook of my neck. She didn’t have to do that. I was barely tall enough to accommodate her comfortably. At first I didn’t notice how softly her breasts brushed against my chest.

“Oh Jules, I-I felt so…” She started to tell me something about her earlier experience.

My hands found themselves on her hips. They rocked ever so slowly inside my reach, and I realized what was happening. The mother who gave me life was turning me on. My cock went from fretful to hopeful in the span of a few hugs. Blood from my body filled it.

Mom planted a long, wet kiss on my neck. “I-I feel so…”

“Mom, you’re coming with me before Shell feels it.” I guided her out of the kitchen, through our living room, up the stairs, to her bedroom door. She clung tighter and tighter to my body. Before I could turn the knob, she was clutching my erect cock and mewing like a kitten.

Already, I was trying to focus my thoughts. It wasn’t difficult. Here I was, living a fantasy I had dreamed of for the last two years. I imagined her hands running inside my shirt, and the woman in my arms obeyed. I opened her door and led her within. I shut it behind us and clicked the lock.

“Get on your knees mother.” I thought it as I said it.

“Yes, honey.” I felt her drop down, her arms lingering on my torso.

I backed away from her and sat on the edge of her bed. I just looked at my mother and imagined running my hands beneath her brassier. I pulled my shirt over my head.

“Unbutton your blouse.”

She fumbled awkwardly with her buttons. Her hands kept fondling her tits and pinching her nipples through the soft material while she unfastened each pearlescent dollop. She breathed deeply, and her hands and face both blushed.

“Take off your bra, mom.”

“Jules, I-I’m afraid.” Her sensibilities fought back.