Do my Mom's actions shock you? They wouldn't if you knew her the way I did. In her day, Momma was what you might call a free spirit. Or as Grandma and Grandpa would say, she was a handful. I had heard some stories of her escapades - like the time she and her 2 girlfriends invaded the boys locker room in college. Wearing just bras and panties they put on masks and ran in going all the way around the lockers yelling like Banshees. They got an eyeful of naked male flesh before running out and into the girls locker room door, which was only a few steps from the boys, where they quickly tossed the masks in the trash, stripped and showered with the rest of her class.
They didn't get caught, at least not by school officials. None of the boys, though several of them knew her and knew she was the ringleader and the other girls were just following, would rat her out. But they did get even. Three of the guys, fraternity boys, convinced a girl friend to call her and have my Mom meet her in a secluded spot where they threw a bag over her head, tossed her in a car and drove her to their frat house. In the basement there 2 burly frat brothers held her ankles while 2 others held a her wrists and bent her over a table. They lifted her skirt and the entire fraternity took turns paddling her bottom - with the paddle they used for initiating the bottoms of new members - for a good 10 minutes. Then they took her back to the dorm and released her.
She told me it stung like crazy but she loved it, being so exposed in front of so many men. Her only regret was they never pulled down her panties. I got a detailed description of the entire incident from Dad. He was one of the boys in the gym and also one of the spankers.
When she had us, her parenting was unconventional too. She was often nude around the house and seldom closed the door to the bathroom or her bedroom. We would often see her or Daddy naked and even saw them make love once. She never knocked on our doors she'd just barge on in.
She'd become a nurse and gave me "The Talk" when I was 9, stripping us both to point out the differences in our bodies and explain how each part was supposed to work. She tried to get my Dad to show demonstrate how a man's equipment worked but he drew the line there.
Richard and I were lying on the bed in his room. He was reading to me from one of the stories he had written. He was wearing shorts with no shirt and I was lying with my head on his chest, listening as his words rumbled sonorously around in his chest.
His stories were fun; filled with fantasies of dragons and witches, sorcerers and magicians, the kind of thing we would later read from Tolkien.
We heard the front door open and close and then momma's footsteps coming to rest at Richard's door and we sat up as she opened it without knocking.
"Relax," she said, "you can't shock me anymore."
She was slurring her words a little and I figured she'd been drinking.
She came over and sat on the bed.
"I brought you something," She said and she dumped the contents of a small paper bag on the bed. A box of Trojans and a small bottle of some sort of lotion fell out.
"Rubbers?" said Richard.
