Note: ——I am NOT the author! There are several authors actually, I’m not so certain that any one of them is the creator, but I know it’s not me. I am simply sharing this lovely story with all of you because I have not seen it on here. Now originally it was all going to be 9 parts, but… Someone said the first one was too long, so I’ve decided to split all of these up into smaller posts. I thought I’d try a different look and sentence structure for this chapter, please let me know how you guys like it. ENJOY———

Tim, the Teenage Part Fourteen By: Rass Senip

+++ Chapter V: 9th Grade, Spring 1986 – The North Mansion Part 1 – Mother, Father, and My Lovers. (mc, oral mf & ff)

The black limo pulled into our driveway, filling the entire drive. Even before the vehicle had been taken out of gear, I had my suitcase waiting by the trunk. I had a feeling that this was a different vehicle than the last one I had ridden in, but there were no exterior markings to indicate this. A different driver got out, came around to the right side passenger door and opened it for my father. I nearly dropped my suitcase. Not only was my father clothed, but he was all decked out in a black and white tux. I did drop my suitcase when my mother came out. I had never seen her so dressed up, so beautiful, so… sexy. I swallowed hard when she walked over in her black and white sparkling blouse, with matching skirt, accenting her curves while still being conservative enough not to appear, as Suzi would say, slutty. Her legs were perfect, and her smile was genuinely warm. And she had that smile pointed at my father, which was even more shocking.

I followed my suitcase to the ground when the pair nearly ripped each others clothes off while they kissed. The squawking sound I made when my back end hit the ground was probably the only thing that has stopped them from raping each other on the spot. They straightened out each other’s clothes while my mother wiped off the lipstick she had smeared all over his mouth, giggling like a school girl as my father said things which were beyond my range of hearing. The driver helped me up, then opened the trunk and put my suitcase in. I had packed enough for five days even though it was only for the weekend.

When my father asked where my mother’s suitcase was, she held up her small matching purse saying, “Right here.”

I stared at my suitcase as the driver shut the trunk, realizing how stupid I had been. I wouldn’t be needing any clothes once I got there. Even my mother knew that. My father called me over, and for a moment I felt like the three of us were a family. When that reality hit me, I shuttered internally. In another life, I might have simply accepted letting my grandmother suck me off whenever I got a hangnail or something, just to make me feel better.

“Grandma, would you blow me? I’ll even hold your teeth for you.” Shutter, shutter.

I had a strange duality when it came to my father. Yes, he was my father, in some ways I respected him, and I suppose I cared for him slightly. But I also despised everything he stood for. I knew everything I would be enjoying this weekend, everything I had been excited about for the past week-and-a-half was his gift to me for being his son. But it also was an attempt to corrupt me with his way of life. A life I so desperately wanted to hate, but knew I already loved. But I actually didn’t mind a little corruption as long as my friends were with me. They were my insurance, my protection from allowing the corruption to take my soul. Perhaps this notion was a bit naive, but as it turned out, they indeed were my saviors, and I theirs. Not that my father didn’t try his hardest to corrupt us all anyway. And for a little while, he succeeded, especially with Joey.

As we climbed into the limo, I saw it was indeed a different one. There was no bed, just incredible plush velvety seats that I imagined folded out to become a bed if needed. There was plenty of room for Joey and Suzi when we picked them up on the way to my father’s north mansion. Joey’s house of course was just down the street. In fact, the limo had past it to get to our house. As we pulled into Joey’s driveway, Joey was already standing right were the door would be, making it appear as if we had pulled up to him. Joey signaled for me to roll the window down before opening the door.

When I had done so, he said, “Welcome to Joey’s. May I take you order please?”

The driver put Joey’s suit case in the trunk next to mine. While Joey’s parents checked out the limo and chatted with my mom and father, Joey motioned me out and we went to the rear out of ear shot.

“I saw your suitcase in the trunk,” Joey said. “That was good thinking. I mean, I had to pack like I was going to need clothes and stuff. But when my dad saw the limo coming back down the street, he said something about wondering how much room the trunk had. I nearly shit when I realized you wouldn’t be taking any clothes with you, and the trunk would be empty. So when did you start seeing into the future too?”

My face went red, but luckily Joey’s dad called saying it was time to leave. I climbed in, and watched Joey’s mom hug and kiss him, followed by his dad. He squawked when his dad gave him a peck on the cheek, and turned all red about it. He got in, and they all said their good-byes again through the window.

Once we were on our way, I said in a low voice like his dad’s, “Oh, Joey.. I’ll miss you!” and gave him a real kiss. That really made him turn red with my mom and father sitting right there. My mother whispered something to my father, and his eyes moved to Joey’s legs and grinned.

Joey’s body blush deepened even more, and then he said, “God, I HATE being fair skinned and blond!”

“Oh don’t be, Joey. With your blond hair and blue eyes, girls are probably following you around everywhere,” my mother said.

“No they’re not, mom. With Suzi around, the other girls don’t dare.” I said grinning.

“What do you mean?” Joey said, seeking revenge.

“Everyone at school thinks Suzi is with you. I don’t think Suzi scares them away, so it must be you.”

“Ha ha.” I said, letting him have his minor victory.

Suzi’s house was a good fifteen minutes from Joey’s and mine. We were talking about nothing in particular, when my mother and father began to shock me again.

“So, how is your mother? Is she well?” my mother asked.

“Oh, she’s fine. Getting on a bit, but she can still suck a golf ball through a garden hose, if you know what I mean,” my father said, laughing at his own joke. Then he continued. “And what about your father? Is he still on that little island? I nearly had it bombed while you were under my household, fearing he would find out and take you away. But they made me set you free before the planes were ready and…”

“MOM! You said Grandpa died before I was born! Is he really still alive?” I said exasperated.

“Whoops. Sorry Samantha. I didn’t realize..”

“That’s okay. I was going to tell him anyway.” Then she turned to me and said, “Yes, he’s alive, but he doesn’t know about you.