I didn't say anything, just looked up sheepishly. She put on a smile for me. It wasn't fake. She probably guessed my condition, and it amused her, but that's not the same as becoming happy.
She had been happy last weekend, spending time with Daddy and me. I remembered how her eyes twinkled when she asked me to protect her from the sun with lotion. In contrast to the times when I shot my cum on her, which she acted grateful for, Momma had been happiest when I smoothed lotion up and down her legs and on her back and front, to tease Daddy.
That had been a little awkward for me, but now I was alone with her, and there wasn't much time before I had to get ready for school. Because Momma was already dressed for the day, I wouldn't risk staining her clothes, but her skirt barely covered her knees. I stared at her legs briefly before disengaging from Momma's arms and shyly going into the bathroom.
I took Daddy's toothbrush out of his shaving mug. He always washed it carefully after shaving. Thinking about my plan for Momma made me cum real fast. I spurted a good amount of cum in the mug, but not as much as I had recently.
Returning to the kitchen, I found Momma tasting my forgotten spoon of Au Gratin. She looked puzzled at the baking dish.
"I'm going to rub some lotion on you, Momma." I set the mug on the table, next to the dish and reached under her skirt only to find her legs weren't bare. She wore sheer pantyhose. I felt it clinging to her knees and thighs. Once more, I looked up at Momma like a shy sheep.
"Oh, Honey." She grinned upon recognizing what was in her husband's mug. Momma reached under her dress and drew down her hip spanning pantyhose.
Surprised by the sheer hose, I observed it bunched at her feet. On top of her pantyhose lay her white, cotton panties.
"Don't use it all, Billy. She meant my cum.
I dipped two fingers into the mug and smoothed the blob up and down a leg. When I slicked the slippery goo up the thigh, she widened her stance. My fingers slid higher, lifting the hem of her dress until it bunched at her ass. I only stopped when I felt Momma's thatch of hair between her legs. Heat radiated from her sex.
My hand retreated and scooped two fingers more of my cum out of Daddy's cup. I started higher on Momma's second leg, excited to explore her crotch before my fingers ran dry.
"Be careful, Billy, if you get your sperm too close to my vagina, it will sadden your father."
This time I touched her nest with my sticky fingers, but I pulled out my hand, not wanting to upset Daddy. He had enough troubles.
"Thank you for the lotion, Billy." Mother bent to pull up her panties and hose. I guessed she didn't mind if my sperm dried under them. However, when she straightened, her elbow caught the mug and tipped it over!
The rest of my cum spilled into the baking dish next to it. At first it seemed that she was looking out against such an accident, and if I hadn't trusted Momma so much, I might have thought she had tipped the mug deliberately.
"Momma! My cum got all over your Au Gratin." I frowned.
"Oh, dear." She sighed. Her eyes twinkled though.
The phone rang and Momma picked it up. "This is Faun. ... Oh, Principal Agincourt!"
My ears pricked up, but I didn't hear anything after that except my mother saying, "Really?" and "Okay." a lot.
"Really? Okay. I'll be there at noon." She finally said and hung up. She looked at me as if I were a stranger. "I need to make an exception to our rule of keeping secrets."
"What's the matter, Momma?"
"The other night when you stayed for dinner at Mrs. Dinty's house. I know you came home very sad, but if anything dangerous happened, I want to know about it."
I had been afraid, but I never considered that I had been in any danger. "I don't think so, Momma. Mrs. Dinty was good to me, but she sure scared Steve and her husband!"
She smiled and hugged me. "I trust you, Billy. Is there anything about what happened that you want to talk about?"
"Is doing gay things dangerous?"
Momma retracted her hug and studied me once more as if she had a stranger for a son. "What gay things are you talking about?"
"I don't know. It's just something that Mr. Dinty said."
Momma nodded. She took a deep breath. "Listen with all your heart now, Billy. This is very important. Gay sex is no more dangerous than common sex. Both are safe and fun when the people doing it agree about what to do and take precautions against infections."
"You mean like condoms?"
"Yes, Billy." She brightened.
I thought the matter was done. I frowned. "Condoms sure are expensive!"
"Billy! If you ever need a condom, I will get them for you. You're welcome to take them from Daddy's drawer, if I'm not around, okay, especially if you want privacy about them."
"Okay." I smiled. Then I frowned. "What did Principal Agincourt want?"
"Instead of lunch today, you have to go to her office and listen to a social worker. You're not in any trouble. I'll be there too. You might even learn more about why gay sex is as good as any other kind of sex."
That was all I had time for. I rushed to shower and get ready school. Mother said she'd clean Daddy's mug.
When I returned, dressed and wanting to pack my lunch, the kitchen was spotless. Daddy's mug hung on the drying rack. I kissed Momma on the cheek, and I ran out the door.
"You can eat your lunch in the principal's office." Momma called after me. "See you soon."
Each of my morning classes felt a day long! In Ms. Hennifer's math class, I worried until she handed back my quiz. I had earned a B minus. She told the class then. "If anyone wants to discuss this quiz, see me in this room after school." She thumped her palm against my desk for emphasis, but I was sure she meant for me to see her.
The lunch harp sang soon thereafter, and I got my lunch out of my locker. Al and Wendel ran up to me. "Steve and his mom are in the principal's office. What do you know about it?"
"Nothing." I leaned against my locker.
They grunted in unison before darting away. I ran the other direction but had to circle around outside to reach Principal Agincourt's office unseen by them.
I was the last to arrive. Mrs. Dinty smiled bravely at me. Mother had saved a seat next to her. Steve was glowering, unfazed by my entrance. He looked away from me for a second.
"Billy, this is Ms. Nurhea, she works for the county department of public services." My principal introduced the one person present I didn't know. "I"ll let her explain." She took her seat while Ms. Nurhea rose from hers.
"Hi. This must feel very awkward, having to attend without much information. That's my job, to explain about Mr. Dinty's behavior, Tuesday night. This important, because you are going to hear all sorts of rumors, including many mean ones. The truth is much more comforting."
"They took my pop!" Steve barked. His mother moved, but the social worker cut her off.
"It's okay, Mrs. Dinty. Your son is the victim here. Please let him vent however he needs. Principal Agincourt assures that nothing he says will disfavor him."
"That's right, Steven." Our principal agreed.
"I see." Mrs. Dinty looked at her son with sympathy.
"Why won't you let Pop go?" Steve cried. "He just made a dumb mistake!"
"Steven," Ms. Nurhea said, "The police dropped all charges against your father, once the truth was uncovered."
"Why can't I see him?"
"You will, Steven, when your father feels he's ready to see you. He wants to very badly, but he now understands that he needs to fix a few things in his heart before he can be with you."
"I don't understand." Steven complained.
I had trouble following the social worker's words too.
Ms. Nurhea sighed. "I'm going to explain it as carefully as I can, from the beginning of the incident, to your father's voluntary entrance into a mental care facility."
"My pop's not crazy!" Steve understood that much.
"You're right, Steven. Your father is not crazy, but he wants someone to help him become a better father."
That seemed to calm Steve. The social worker began. "When Billy here found you and your father in the garage, both of you were unclothed at the waist."
"But he didn't do anything to me!" Steve wailed.
"That's right. Nor would he have." Ms. Nurhea asserted. "Your father is not dangerous, but the police have to follow strict guidelines. They brought him to their station where a professional, one of my co-workers, talked with him. Now we know the truth about your father." The lady paused, to let us brace ourselves.
"You father has been repressing an important aspect of his humanity, all his life, Steven. It caused him to be very angry, mostly with himself. His parents set a terrible example, preventing your father from understanding his feelings. And all of his friends reinforce his repressed feelings.
"Honestly, your father still fights against his feelings, but he's aware now and is willing to enter therapy, because he loves you, Steven."
Steven bubbled into tears. He hung his head and sobbed. "You're gonna tell me he's gay."
"Steven!" Mrs. Dinty piped up. "There's nothing wrong about being gay. All your life, Bob told you it's unnatural and evil, but he is wrong. I've always told you it's a natural part of humanity."
"You hate, Daddy!" He blubbered.
"I don't, Steven. I fell in love with your father. I married him because I loved him." Steve's mother wrapped an arm around her son. She comforted him further with quieter words.
Ms. Nurhea moved to me and Momma. "Do you have any questions?"
I asked, "Is Steve gonna be okay?"
Ms. Nurhea looked at me. "I'm sure he will. In fact, I will be visiting him regularly to make sure he does. If you would like to be part of helping your friend, here's my card."
I took the nice social worker's personal card and pocketed it.
Momma said, "Thank you for inviting me, Ms. Nurhea. Your presentation was amazing. I'd be happy to let Billy join your sessions with Steven."
Mrs. Dinty stood up with her son still in her arm. "We'll talk about this between ourselves, until you visit, Ms. Nurhea. Thank you, Principal Agincourt."
They walked past Momma and I. "I would be delighted to host your son whenever he likes, Ms. Androni." She told my mom. They left. It would be a while before Steve returned to school, I guessed.
Momma turned to me. "Billy, you forgot to eat your lunch. I have to talk with these women a little bit. Why don't you eat in the administration area. I'm sure no one will mind."
"Okay." I turned to the social worker. "Thank you, Ms. Nurhea."
"Thank you, Billy." She told Momma, "I'm sure you're very proud of him."
"More than a mother should be." Momma actually giggled. Her giggle might have sounded strange, except Principal Agincourt responded with a sudden snort of laughter. The social worker looked confused.
Momma closed the office door behind me. I wanted to listen in, but the secretary made me eat my lunch on a bench far from the principal's office.
The secretary gave me an approved late slip. I didn't have to wear any dumb badge. I took my seat in English and quickly was able to follow lesson, having done all my homework.
After English, Al and Wendel caught up with me on my way to P.E. "Hey, Brat, you lied to us. You were in that meeting too!" Al accused.
"That's not what you asked." I was stubborn.
"You know more than you're telling."
Wendel gushed, "I heard that his dad tried to fuck Steve. I knew he was a freak, but now he's in jail!"
"Trish told me, Steve was fucking his mother and his dad found them." Al countered.
There was no help for these idiots. I shrugged and pushed my way through. "I gotta go to class."
"We're not done with you." Wendel promised. "Meet us after the last class, at the far end of the school grounds."
"I have to see my math teacher, after school." I told them. I hadn't decided until just then.
I enjoyed exercising my flurry of anxious feelings, during P.E. Mrs. Lum told the class to be careful with the ropes, when they returned them to the storage room. She had to inspect them for wear, after school. She told me, "I don't want them all tangled up." That made me smile.
I felt even better after exercising and took my time in the showers. Nobody bothered me.
In art and music, Darrin gave a short quiz about time signatures. I was ready for it.
When I knocked on Ms. Hennifer's class door, I was suddenly apprehensive. I felt guilty about what had happened to Steve. I wondered if I should talk to her about that instead of my B minus.
"Come in." My math teacher called from her desk.
She had been happy last weekend, spending time with Daddy and me. I remembered how her eyes twinkled when she asked me to protect her from the sun with lotion. In contrast to the times when I shot my cum on her, which she acted grateful for, Momma had been happiest when I smoothed lotion up and down her legs and on her back and front, to tease Daddy.
That had been a little awkward for me, but now I was alone with her, and there wasn't much time before I had to get ready for school. Because Momma was already dressed for the day, I wouldn't risk staining her clothes, but her skirt barely covered her knees. I stared at her legs briefly before disengaging from Momma's arms and shyly going into the bathroom.
I took Daddy's toothbrush out of his shaving mug. He always washed it carefully after shaving. Thinking about my plan for Momma made me cum real fast. I spurted a good amount of cum in the mug, but not as much as I had recently.
Returning to the kitchen, I found Momma tasting my forgotten spoon of Au Gratin. She looked puzzled at the baking dish.
"I'm going to rub some lotion on you, Momma." I set the mug on the table, next to the dish and reached under her skirt only to find her legs weren't bare. She wore sheer pantyhose. I felt it clinging to her knees and thighs. Once more, I looked up at Momma like a shy sheep.
"Oh, Honey." She grinned upon recognizing what was in her husband's mug. Momma reached under her dress and drew down her hip spanning pantyhose.
Surprised by the sheer hose, I observed it bunched at her feet. On top of her pantyhose lay her white, cotton panties.
"Don't use it all, Billy. She meant my cum.
I dipped two fingers into the mug and smoothed the blob up and down a leg. When I slicked the slippery goo up the thigh, she widened her stance. My fingers slid higher, lifting the hem of her dress until it bunched at her ass. I only stopped when I felt Momma's thatch of hair between her legs. Heat radiated from her sex.
My hand retreated and scooped two fingers more of my cum out of Daddy's cup. I started higher on Momma's second leg, excited to explore her crotch before my fingers ran dry.
"Be careful, Billy, if you get your sperm too close to my vagina, it will sadden your father."
This time I touched her nest with my sticky fingers, but I pulled out my hand, not wanting to upset Daddy. He had enough troubles.
"Thank you for the lotion, Billy." Mother bent to pull up her panties and hose. I guessed she didn't mind if my sperm dried under them. However, when she straightened, her elbow caught the mug and tipped it over!
The rest of my cum spilled into the baking dish next to it. At first it seemed that she was looking out against such an accident, and if I hadn't trusted Momma so much, I might have thought she had tipped the mug deliberately.
"Momma! My cum got all over your Au Gratin." I frowned.
"Oh, dear." She sighed. Her eyes twinkled though.
The phone rang and Momma picked it up. "This is Faun. ... Oh, Principal Agincourt!"
My ears pricked up, but I didn't hear anything after that except my mother saying, "Really?" and "Okay." a lot.
"Really? Okay. I'll be there at noon." She finally said and hung up. She looked at me as if I were a stranger. "I need to make an exception to our rule of keeping secrets."
"What's the matter, Momma?"
"The other night when you stayed for dinner at Mrs. Dinty's house. I know you came home very sad, but if anything dangerous happened, I want to know about it."
I had been afraid, but I never considered that I had been in any danger. "I don't think so, Momma. Mrs. Dinty was good to me, but she sure scared Steve and her husband!"
She smiled and hugged me. "I trust you, Billy. Is there anything about what happened that you want to talk about?"
"Is doing gay things dangerous?"
Momma retracted her hug and studied me once more as if she had a stranger for a son. "What gay things are you talking about?"
"I don't know. It's just something that Mr. Dinty said."
Momma nodded. She took a deep breath. "Listen with all your heart now, Billy. This is very important. Gay sex is no more dangerous than common sex. Both are safe and fun when the people doing it agree about what to do and take precautions against infections."
"You mean like condoms?"
"Yes, Billy." She brightened.
I thought the matter was done. I frowned. "Condoms sure are expensive!"
"Billy! If you ever need a condom, I will get them for you. You're welcome to take them from Daddy's drawer, if I'm not around, okay, especially if you want privacy about them."
"Okay." I smiled. Then I frowned. "What did Principal Agincourt want?"
"Instead of lunch today, you have to go to her office and listen to a social worker. You're not in any trouble. I'll be there too. You might even learn more about why gay sex is as good as any other kind of sex."
That was all I had time for. I rushed to shower and get ready school. Mother said she'd clean Daddy's mug.
When I returned, dressed and wanting to pack my lunch, the kitchen was spotless. Daddy's mug hung on the drying rack. I kissed Momma on the cheek, and I ran out the door.
"You can eat your lunch in the principal's office." Momma called after me. "See you soon."
Each of my morning classes felt a day long! In Ms. Hennifer's math class, I worried until she handed back my quiz. I had earned a B minus. She told the class then. "If anyone wants to discuss this quiz, see me in this room after school." She thumped her palm against my desk for emphasis, but I was sure she meant for me to see her.
The lunch harp sang soon thereafter, and I got my lunch out of my locker. Al and Wendel ran up to me. "Steve and his mom are in the principal's office. What do you know about it?"
"Nothing." I leaned against my locker.
They grunted in unison before darting away. I ran the other direction but had to circle around outside to reach Principal Agincourt's office unseen by them.
I was the last to arrive. Mrs. Dinty smiled bravely at me. Mother had saved a seat next to her. Steve was glowering, unfazed by my entrance. He looked away from me for a second.
"Billy, this is Ms. Nurhea, she works for the county department of public services." My principal introduced the one person present I didn't know. "I"ll let her explain." She took her seat while Ms. Nurhea rose from hers.
"Hi. This must feel very awkward, having to attend without much information. That's my job, to explain about Mr. Dinty's behavior, Tuesday night. This important, because you are going to hear all sorts of rumors, including many mean ones. The truth is much more comforting."
"They took my pop!" Steve barked. His mother moved, but the social worker cut her off.
"It's okay, Mrs. Dinty. Your son is the victim here. Please let him vent however he needs. Principal Agincourt assures that nothing he says will disfavor him."
"That's right, Steven." Our principal agreed.
"I see." Mrs. Dinty looked at her son with sympathy.
"Why won't you let Pop go?" Steve cried. "He just made a dumb mistake!"
"Steven," Ms. Nurhea said, "The police dropped all charges against your father, once the truth was uncovered."
"Why can't I see him?"
"You will, Steven, when your father feels he's ready to see you. He wants to very badly, but he now understands that he needs to fix a few things in his heart before he can be with you."
"I don't understand." Steven complained.
I had trouble following the social worker's words too.
Ms. Nurhea sighed. "I'm going to explain it as carefully as I can, from the beginning of the incident, to your father's voluntary entrance into a mental care facility."
"My pop's not crazy!" Steve understood that much.
"You're right, Steven. Your father is not crazy, but he wants someone to help him become a better father."
That seemed to calm Steve. The social worker began. "When Billy here found you and your father in the garage, both of you were unclothed at the waist."
"But he didn't do anything to me!" Steve wailed.
"That's right. Nor would he have." Ms. Nurhea asserted. "Your father is not dangerous, but the police have to follow strict guidelines. They brought him to their station where a professional, one of my co-workers, talked with him. Now we know the truth about your father." The lady paused, to let us brace ourselves.
"You father has been repressing an important aspect of his humanity, all his life, Steven. It caused him to be very angry, mostly with himself. His parents set a terrible example, preventing your father from understanding his feelings. And all of his friends reinforce his repressed feelings.
"Honestly, your father still fights against his feelings, but he's aware now and is willing to enter therapy, because he loves you, Steven."
Steven bubbled into tears. He hung his head and sobbed. "You're gonna tell me he's gay."
"Steven!" Mrs. Dinty piped up. "There's nothing wrong about being gay. All your life, Bob told you it's unnatural and evil, but he is wrong. I've always told you it's a natural part of humanity."
"You hate, Daddy!" He blubbered.
"I don't, Steven. I fell in love with your father. I married him because I loved him." Steve's mother wrapped an arm around her son. She comforted him further with quieter words.
Ms. Nurhea moved to me and Momma. "Do you have any questions?"
I asked, "Is Steve gonna be okay?"
Ms. Nurhea looked at me. "I'm sure he will. In fact, I will be visiting him regularly to make sure he does. If you would like to be part of helping your friend, here's my card."
I took the nice social worker's personal card and pocketed it.
Momma said, "Thank you for inviting me, Ms. Nurhea. Your presentation was amazing. I'd be happy to let Billy join your sessions with Steven."
Mrs. Dinty stood up with her son still in her arm. "We'll talk about this between ourselves, until you visit, Ms. Nurhea. Thank you, Principal Agincourt."
They walked past Momma and I. "I would be delighted to host your son whenever he likes, Ms. Androni." She told my mom. They left. It would be a while before Steve returned to school, I guessed.
Momma turned to me. "Billy, you forgot to eat your lunch. I have to talk with these women a little bit. Why don't you eat in the administration area. I'm sure no one will mind."
"Okay." I turned to the social worker. "Thank you, Ms. Nurhea."
"Thank you, Billy." She told Momma, "I'm sure you're very proud of him."
"More than a mother should be." Momma actually giggled. Her giggle might have sounded strange, except Principal Agincourt responded with a sudden snort of laughter. The social worker looked confused.
Momma closed the office door behind me. I wanted to listen in, but the secretary made me eat my lunch on a bench far from the principal's office.
The secretary gave me an approved late slip. I didn't have to wear any dumb badge. I took my seat in English and quickly was able to follow lesson, having done all my homework.
After English, Al and Wendel caught up with me on my way to P.E. "Hey, Brat, you lied to us. You were in that meeting too!" Al accused.
"That's not what you asked." I was stubborn.
"You know more than you're telling."
Wendel gushed, "I heard that his dad tried to fuck Steve. I knew he was a freak, but now he's in jail!"
"Trish told me, Steve was fucking his mother and his dad found them." Al countered.
There was no help for these idiots. I shrugged and pushed my way through. "I gotta go to class."
"We're not done with you." Wendel promised. "Meet us after the last class, at the far end of the school grounds."
"I have to see my math teacher, after school." I told them. I hadn't decided until just then.
I enjoyed exercising my flurry of anxious feelings, during P.E. Mrs. Lum told the class to be careful with the ropes, when they returned them to the storage room. She had to inspect them for wear, after school. She told me, "I don't want them all tangled up." That made me smile.
I felt even better after exercising and took my time in the showers. Nobody bothered me.
In art and music, Darrin gave a short quiz about time signatures. I was ready for it.
When I knocked on Ms. Hennifer's class door, I was suddenly apprehensive. I felt guilty about what had happened to Steve. I wondered if I should talk to her about that instead of my B minus.
"Come in." My math teacher called from her desk.