Saturday, June 8, 1974
Everything in my life had changed, after that Tuesday morning encounter with Felicity Cole. My coming of age—sexually—had scrambled the familiar family roles. My mother had become a kind of incestuous girlfriend—short of actual penetrative incest, because for my formal deflowering that coming Saturday night, I needed to remain a virgin. We indulged in four days of erotic exploration in about every other conceivable way. I should probably say in every non–conceivable way, as we took pains that I would not accidentally impregnate her.
My father’s reaction was what really shocked me: he was not just cool with the Mom-me thing, but it was a huge turn-on. I found out he loved watching other guys fuck his wife. But being a spectator to the incest-orama between Mom and me nearly drove him out of his mind—in a good way. Only, he urged us to go all the way and fuck in front of him.
We didn’t, since Felicity had set the limit clearly. Next best thing: I watched Mom and Dad fuck—which was amazing! Plus, Dad and I double-teamed Mom twice, he fucking and me eating her pussy and getting sucked.
Whenever Mom wasn’t getting me off by hand or mouth, I did it myself—in the least private ways possible. For years I had masturbated religiously for the love of my life, Sylvia Raleigh, one or more times daily, thinking everything was under wraps. Hardly! Turns out it was the world’s worst-kept secret.
So, fuck the secrecy! And even the privacy! I started laying out my pictures in the living room and performing my Sylvia tributes (and others) up close and personal. On the second day, Dad asked if he could join me; he said he would fuck Sylvia in a nanosecond. (Who the hell wouldn’t?) Under the circumstances, how could I refuse?
Those were four phenomenal days, but still, waiting for my day of days felt like a small eternity. Saturday came at last, and now I was on my way to —who knows what?
Mom drove, while I sat skin-to-skin on the rich Corinthian leather in the front passenger seat.
“Come on, give me a hint at least,” I begged. I had no earthly idea what to expect about my defloration ceremony and party.
“You’ll have to settle for ‘beyond your wildest dreams.’ Besides, Felicity hasn’t really told me any details either.
“But at least you know who all is coming. Apparently, Dad is bringing a date! I guess since you and I are coming as a couple he’s entitled to being another woman.”
“He’s entitled anyway. You’ll just have to wait and see. I can tell you you’ll be learning secrets you never imagined about us and lots of other people. Prepare to be amazed.”
“So, Dad has a girlfriend on the side—or several. No doubt you have one or more boyfriends, too.”
“You, for example. Everything is a bit complicated to explain, but I think you’ll understand. Monogamy is not at all natural to human sexuality. Pretending it is hasn’t served mankind very well.”
It was a kick how passing motorists did a double-take, seeing what they could of my bare skin. I knew what they were thinking, and yes, as a matter of fact I was sitting in the car nude. And I had been nude continuously since Felicity ordered me to strip four days earlier.
“So, what’s Felicity’s house like?” I asked. “I picture her in a quaint English cottage. Then again, it’d have to be pretty big for her to host parties there. I bet it is the swankiest home in the swankiest neighbourhood in town.”
“We’ll be there soon, and you can see for yourself”
Okay, Mom wasn’t budging. I figured the furniture would be old and out of date like my grandmother’s. I hoped it wasn’t all protected with plastic covers. And cats, unmarried women of a ‘certain age’ always had lots of cats, right? No problem; I liked cats.
Mom exited the freeway and turned right onto a wide boulevard. Two-three miles further on we jogged right and then left down a street which seemed like a country lane within the city. I couldn’t make out the houses behind the tall walls and hedges.
At last she slowed and turned right onto the apron of a driveway in front of a massive pair of iron gates flanked by stone towers. Obviously a gated community, I concluded. Immediately, the gates swung open for her, and she drove in.
“Clearly, she’s rich,” I muttered. Mom just smiled and drove on.
I expected to see massive, stately houses, each on a handful of acres. Instead, we drove through lovely park land for a quarter mile at least without a home in sight.
Then I saw it. I wasn’t sure whether mansion or castle was the best word. I recognized the overall style as Tudor, but there were turrets and battlements and Crystal Palace wings and glass domes which made it a structure unique to itself.
My jaw dropped.
“Yes, it’s fair to say Felicity is rich,” Mom said.
“But still you’re paying her to be my sex tutor?”
“That, too is complicated.” She just smiled and said no more.
We pulled up to the front steps of a large parking circle. A young, long-legged hottie in a tight tee and short shorts emerged and took Mom’s suitcase from the trunk. I hadn’t brought any luggage. She had a strong nose and light brown hair pulled tight into a ponytail.
“You must be new; I haven’t seen you here before,” inquired Mom, handing her the key.
“Yes, ma’am. Three weeks now. I’m in the college internship program. I’m a Freshman at Hathaway.”
“You’re very pretty. Will you be available this weekend?”
“Of course, ma’am. Just ask for Kate if you don’t see me.” She turned to me and politely said “Hello.” I was thrilled to be standing in front of her naked. She showed no sign of surprise at my nakedness, but I saw her eyes drop and check out my equipment.
Big smile. “Kate,” she repeated, this time to me. “I do hope you’ll request me.”
She drove the car away to park it, as I stood there slack-jawed. “I’d like to request her right now.”
“I think you’re going to enjoy your time at Cole Manor,” Mom said. “And yes, Felicity’s staff is all female, all gorgeous.”
“All available?”
Before Mom could answer we heard another woman’s voice greeting us. “Welcome to the Manor,” she said.
She was petite and freckled with pixie-cut copper hair. She was the type who could look fifteen at forty, but as I later learned she was thirty-four. She wore a pinstriped business suit, with a suit jacket, a micro-mini skirt, and high-heeled boots. Her jacket was buttoned, and she was clearly wearing nothing underneath. She boasted a prodigious bosom, and the cut of the suit showed her globes off deliciously.
“You must be Martin,” she said, holding out her hand to me. “My name is Zoe.”
We shook hands. “Pleasure to meet you,” I said. “I’d like to request you, please.”
She smiled but otherwise ignored my comment, but then blatantly scanned my naked body, especially my cock and balls. “Felicity told me you were a beautiful boy, Martin, but goddamn, do you exceed expectations!”
“Thank you.”
She now turned to my mother. “Caroline! Gorgeous as always.” She greeted her with a kiss. On the lips. Rather more than just friendly.
“Come. I’ll show you to your suite. Leave your suitcase; one of the girls will bring it up.”
Zoe took my hand without comment, as if I were a child, or as if I were her lover—or a little of both—which was hot. She opened the massive oak-and-iron front door, and we crossed the entry hall to the central staircase.
“How is Tony?” Zoe asked, referring to my father.
“Horny as ever!”
“I can’t remember the last time I saw him here.”
“Yes, it’s been months. He’s just been so busy.”
“Doctors!”
“They should be here soon. You’ve never met her, have you?”
“No, but I’ve always admired his taste in women,” she said, leading us down a hallway to the right, then one perpendicular to it. The place was huge and rambling.
We came to a beautifully carved oaken door. “The Ganymede Suite,” Zoe announced. She swung open the door and ushered us inside.
We first entered a sizeable sitting room with elegant leather furniture. The right side of the room featured a desk and bookshelves. A doorway to the rear opened to a plush bedroom with a carved four-poster bed.
“Our bed,” I said to my mother, trying to load the phrase with deep incestual implications.
A large French window opened to a balcony featuring a large hot tub. The right wall was fully transparent glass looking onto an amazing bath with a multi-person shower, another, smaller hot tub, and a more typical bathtub.
To one side was a high-mirrored vanity, with a swivel chair such as you’d find in a hair or nail salon.
Finally, in another corner was a complicated massage table with moveable platforms for arms and legs, with controls to adjust both the height and the configuration of the various components. Some odd-looking components I could not identify, though later I learned that these served to perform mechanical stimulation and penetration.
“I trust you two will be comfortable here,” said Zoe. “You’ll find it is fully stocked. If there’s anything you need—anything at all—just pick up the phone and call the concierge.”
“And if we should need someone?” asked my mother, laying a hand on Zoe’s arm.
“In that case, call me,” she replied with a twinkle in her eye.
“Actually, the concierge can help you with that as well, not that companionship will be hard to come by this weekend. Oh, and Martin, absolutely, you can request me. But Felicity will keep you busy tonight, I dare say. I will mention to her that you are interested in me, and I have a feeling she will make some mutually agreeable arrangements.”
“This place is amazing, Zoe. You and Felicity have thought of everything.”
“In fact, Martin, these are your living quarters for the duration of your tutelage—which starts Monday, following on your celebratory weekend.”
“Oh!” I said. “That’s fantastic. Only, if I had realized that I would have packed…”
“There’s nothing to pack. Everything you will need will be supplied.”
“But… I haven’t a thing to wear,” I quipped.
“That is precisely the idea, of course. Your rule for this house and grounds is all nude all the time. And as much as possible out in the world as well. If at any time she chooses to have you clothed, she will provide what she wants you to wear.”
“Perfect. That’s a dream come true.”
“I understand, dear. Felicity has briefed us about you—especially your extremely strong exhibitionist orientation. That is more important that you can realize at this time, but part of her plan is to prepare you for a lifelong nudist lifestyle. Anyway, if I can speak for the women of Cole Manor, we most certainly welcome the eye candy.”
“Candy for the mouth as well,” added Mom.
“Yes, and other orifices. I for one and looking forward to indulging in all the sweetness. For now, though, you will find your room has already been stocked. Plenty of lubrication, for example.”
She pulled open a drawer in the bedside table, to show dozens of tubes and vials for masturbation, vaginal, and anal intercourse.
“You may be tempted to think that with all the orgasms you will be experiencing on a daily basis, there is little point in masturbating. On the contrary, making love to yourself regularly and often becomes all the more vital.”
“Well, I plan to maintain my commitment to daily masturbation for Sylvia Raleigh.”
“Oh, you will and more. One of your special courses of study will be an intensive focus on that young lady. I understand that in addition to Felicity’s general goals for you, she wants to specifically prepare you to successfully seduce her. ”
“Really. An entire course specifically about Sylvia?”
“Yes, and also one of your courses will focus on masturbation. So, you can definitely count on honoring her with your hand.”
“I wish at least I had brought my picture collection.”
“Um, I took the liberty…” Mom said as she produced a thick Manila envelope.”
“Good,” said Zoe. “In addition, Dr. and Mrs. Raleigh have agreed to bring a very nice supply of photos, many from her various modeling shots.”
“They’re coming to my ceremony?”
“Oh, of course, honey,” said Mom. “They are some of my closest friends. Besides, Zoe, Martin also has a thing for Anne.”
“Martin, you’re in love with Sylvia—and her mother—and your mother. That is very, very hot…” she smiled once again and moved toward the door. “Mmmm. Now I need to go and masturbate,” she said with a laugh as she went out and shut the door behind her.
“Wow!” I said.
“Wow, Zoe, or the room, or something else?”
“All of the above. I want to look out here.” I opened the French doors and walked out onto the balcony. “The view is great from here. I wonder if the water… Yes! It’s hot! Why don’t we jump in the hot tub.”
“Let’s do it,” she replied from the sitting room. “I want to be naked, too.” A moment later she called me. “Hey, Martin. Did you see there’s a present for you in here?”
I went in to see, and there on my desk was a gift-wrapped package, black paper and black ribbon. There was a card on top, also in a black envelope. “Congratulations, Martin,” it read, signed by Felicity. A note informed me that a subscription to Playboy magazine had been taken out in my name.”
“Really?”
“A young man your age should have his own subscription,” Mom said.
“Now let’s see what’s inside.”
I tore open the paper and out slid a single copy of Playboy. I imagined at first that it must have been the current issue, but actually it was dated November 1954. It was in mint condition.
Mom’s eyes went wide. “Where on earth did she…” she muttered under her breath.
I only half noticed my mother’s reaction at the time.
“That’s interesting,” I remarked. “It’s twenty years old. Maybe it’s some kind of classic?” I flipped through some pages. “Beautiful women, but it’s a bit tame compared to today.”
Just then, there was a knock at the door. Since I had started going totally nude, I always was the one to answer the door—with some interesting results.
I opened the door to find my dad—and his office manager…
“Mrs. Roselle!” I exclaimed. “So, it’s you!” It all made perfect sense. She was blonde, about forty-five, and smoking hot.
“Martin, honey, you take my breath away!” she exclaimed. “Yes, it’s me: the other woman.”
“Listen,” said Mom. “We were just about to jump in the hot tub. Why don’t we all get naked and soak while we explain it to Martin.”
Moments later the four of us were nude and in the bubbling hot water together. The tub was big enough to seat six comfortably, eight cozily. Mom and I snuggled on one side and began making out and fondling each other.
“My god, that’s a beautiful sight, Tony.” I heard Mrs. Roselle say. “Those two make incest look as sexy as hell!”
Dad and Mrs. Roselle enjoyed each other’s bodies on the other side, and I looked at them in amazement whenever I came up for air. “Do you enjoy watching them together, Mom?”
“Oh god, yes, honey. There’s nothing hotter than seeing your partner fuck another person. One day perhaps Sylvia will be your wife. I guarantee you every man who sees her will want to get into her pants. Doesn’t that thought excite you?”
“Well, of course. Incredibly!”
“Naturally, Sylvia will choose to fuck a lot of these. Won’t that be amazing to see her fucking in all her glory, different men, all kinds of men, even several men at once, while you sit back and watch?”
“And play with myself! Oh my god! I want that, yes.” And we kissed with all the passion stirred up in us, as we pressed our bodies together. My stiff cock nestled against her luxuriant pubic hair. So close—I could have inserted myself inside her so easily, but I was committed to remaining a virgin for a few more hours.
“Care to make a trade?” said Dad from across the tub a few minutes later.
The answer was yes, from all concerned. I had spent the last several days in anticipation of Felicity, in participation with my mother, and of course fanticization of Sylvia. At the same time, I knew other women would be coming—and Mrs. Roselle was a very welcome addition. Dad and I would swap: he getting his wife back and me getting his girlfriend. Perfect!
The women both disengaged from their partners and began to cross each to the other side. In the middle they met—and god, what an unforgettable moment: my mother and Mrs. Roselle embraced and kissed. I could not believe my eyes. I did not realize… my mother… kissing a woman! No fucking way! My mother is bisexual! Oh, that is too fucking good to believe. But there they were, most definitely making a believer of me.
At last, they released one another and Mrs. Roselle came to me, into my arms, body to body, and we kissed.
“I want to feel your big beautiful cock deep inside my pussy,” she whispered in my ear. “And I want to feel you fill me with your warm sweet cum.”
We kissed again, and she moved her lips back to my ear. “But I know we can’t do that right now. Martin, would that be something you want? Can you and I have our chance to fuck sometime this weekend, after Felicity deflowers you?”
“I have to tell you, Mrs. Roselle, you’ve been on my mother-I’d-love-to-fuck list as long as I can remember. Whenever I came to Dad’s office, I’d see you there, and you know what I had to do? I went to the back, to his private restroom. He kept shaving cream in there, and I would use it to give myself an orgasm in your honor.”
“That’s so sweet. You precious, beautiful boy.”
“So, yes, please, I really would like to fuck you sometime this weekend, Mrs. Roselle.”
“You know my name is Frances. Under the circumstances…”
“I want…
