Chapter 7
Jenny Saunderson
To my surprise, my mother didn't ground me, and we did go to the pharmacy. She did make me go to the counter and ask Mr. Peterson for a package of Trojans. Back then, the prophylactics were not out on the floor, but behind the druggist's counter, and one had to request them. I had never purchased condoms before and was embarrassed inasmuch as my mother made it a point to stand a few feet behind me, ostensibly looking at various packages of aspirin.
Part of my embarrassment was due to my thinking the druggist would think I was buying them in order to have sex with my mother. That was probably a miscalculation on my part. But I'm not certain the thought didn't occur to my mother.
In retrospect, I have to hand it to her. She was determined to make sure I handled my sex life correctly, and did not impregnate, nor contract any venereal disease.
As we walked home, she talked to me, not as mother to son, but woman to man, as it were. "I worry about you, you know."
"I know, Mom. I'm sorry."
"I know that you're sorry, but that's not what I meant."
"Oh?"
"You're a young man, a growing man. I know that you're at least as big as your father, and will more than likely grow even bigger. That will cause you more problems than you realize," she said.
I already had a good idea where she was going with this little talk.
"You know, Aubrey, I almost burst out laughing when that silly girl, which one was it, said you were hung like a horse?"
"Um, I think it was Mora, she's the most outspoken of the three," I told her.
"She's right about that, you know."
I glanced at my mother.
"And that makes you a target for any woman during a horny moment. We women have them ... believe me. I'll be honest with you. Since your father died, I've craved sex almost nightly.
"Your father was a wonderful lover; considerate and passionate. God, I do miss him!" A tear trickled down her cheek and I reached up and gently wiped it away.
She stopped walking and faced me. Her eyes were glistening with the promise of more tears to come. Somehow she fought them off and said, "Aubrey, I have a lover. He's married, and loves his wife. I ... I wouldn't destroy his marriage for the world. We ... enjoy the occasional afternoon together. It satisfies me ... and him too I suppose. And she isn't being harmed, at least as far as I can tell."
"Oh, God! Aubrey you're the only one I've told. Not my sister, Nicole, who, god knows would certainly understand, but..."
"It's okay, mom," I said trying to comfort her.
"So you see, when I found you with ... the girls ... I ... I knew ... I had to tell you. Do you understand? Do you really understand?"
"Probably not fully, Mom, but I think I do. Is that good enough?"
She managed to laugh, and hugged me to her bosom, and then we proceeded home without another word.
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It wasn't much of a surprise, therefore when my mother set me up with an older woman living two blocks away.
Oh, she hid the obvious from me easily enough. I mean, who would suspect that their mother was fixing them up with a woman? After it happened and I had time to reflect on the matter, I realized that there wasn't that big a difference between my mother and Aunt Nicole.
Jenny Saunderson, a neighbor who lived a couple blocks away and had a new, three month old daughter, and no apparent father, called on my mother a few days later.
I should mention what happened with Chelsea, Joy and Mora, before moving on. It wouldn't be fair to you to leave you hanging on the subject.
So ... we met in school the following day and compared notes. All of the girls had approached their mothers with requests that they be provided with birth control devices. To their surprise their mothers had been quick to agree with them and all had appointments with their respective gynecologists for the following week.
We laughed as I told them about my trip to the pharmacy and buying the Trojans.
"How many boxes did you buy?" Mora asked.
And before I could reply, Joy jumped in with: "Did you ask for the largest size they had?"
"No," I replied sheepishly.
"You should have!" Joy chirped, right, Chelsea?"
Chelsea nodded her head vigorously. "I could hardly walk this morning," she admitted and blushed.
"My house is available this afternoon, Aubrey," Joy said and had the good grace to blush even deeper than Chelsea.
"I don't know..."
"Oh, c'mon, you still have to deflower two of us," Mora said, almost singing the words.
With my dick stiffly pointing at Joy, I had to admit it sounded like a good idea. The girls yipped with giddiness.
And so that afternoon I took Mora doggy-style — her idea. And Joy had it the missionary way.
Chelsea was much to tender to entertain any idea of sexual intercourse, but I managed to convince her that it couldn't hurt if I went down on her.
Afterward she covered me with kisses and told me I had been "So right about that!"
Epilogue to Chelsea, Mora and Joy.
I enjoyed the girls for the rest of the semester, but that summer, Joy's father was promoted to a job across the country and she moved to Albuquerque, New Mexico. Chelsea's father and mother were divorced the following winter, and she and her mother went to live in Minneapolis, Minnesota. I never saw either girl again.
Mora and I continued to see one another, but not as boy friend — girl friend. She was engaged throughout her senior year to Teddy Bronson, the football team's quarterback. Mora and I would hookup during football season while Teddy was at practice. I met her a few times after we graduated; she and Teddy were married, and we went to a motel for old time's sake. From her I learned that Chelsea died giving birth to her second child. Joy, on the other hand, became a nun, and apparently is now devoted to the Lord.
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Now, as to Jenny Saunderson ... it seems that while she didn't need a baby sitter, per se, she did need a man, or boy as the case may be, to perform certain household duties like unclogging the toilet and mowing the lawn, and to my great pleasure, driving her to the grocery store. I had my license, but no car but I could drive at least well enough to get us to the store and back.
On my third day of helping Jenny it happened.
Her daughter, Peggy, was crying when I let myself in. Yes, Jenny had given me a key, just in case. I watched as Jenny soothed her back to sleep, and unconsciously put my arm around her waist as we both looked down at the peacefully sleeping, Peggy.
Jenny smiled at me, glanced at her daughter and placed my hand on her left breast. I hadn't made any overtures to Jenny. In fact, I had screwed Mora's brains out the previous afternoon and was sexually sated, or thought I was.
Jenny very capably proved me wrong on that point.
I was so surprised by her action that I couldn't make myself remove my hand, and at the same time I observed that she wasn't wearing a bra, which was unusual in those days. I also noted that her breast was small, very firm, and crowned by a stiff nipple which was sticking hotly into the palm of my hand.
