Chapter 5: Back to the Clinic II.
Hi everyone. Katie Muggleton back again. You know, when I began this memoir, I thought maybe a few people might be interested enough to read my first chapter, and they might carry over to the second, but I didn't expect to go beyond that because I thought interest would wane swiftly. However, here we are, four chapters completed and beginning a fifth. Let me remind you how chapter 4 ended, and I'll tell you about my subsequent adventures.
My son, Johnny, upset because his football club had told him they would cut him at the end of the season, got drunk with his girlfriend and two of her friends. No matter his age, a boy always needs his mommie when he's hurt, so Johnny called me and asked me to come and get him.
Of course, I immediately put on a dress and drove to his girlfriend Gina's house. Getting there, I found Johnny in Gina's parents' hot tub, drunk and passed out. Gina and her two friends, Jennifer and Charmaine, were in the tub with my son. Gina invited me to join them, but I demurred, preferring to take my son home immediately.
However, as Gina pointed out, with Johnny passed out, it was unlikely that even the four of us could carry him to my car, even if I were prepared to let him get in with wet shorts. Reluctantly, I agreed to join the girls in the tub, but only if Gina could provide swimwear.
Gina took me up to her mother's bedroom and handed me a bikini so tiny as to be obscene. I refused to put it on until, using her dominance over me, Gina sexually stimulated me until I docilely did as told, donned the garment and then followed her back to the tub.
After walking out Gina's back door to the admiration and catcalls of my son and the others, my typical flirtatious nature took over, and I strutted across to the tub like a woman who knew she would win the swimsuit section of The Miss Universe Pageant.
When I got back in the tub, Gina's friend Charmaine, a tiny, gorgeous young woman with legs and breasts to die for, instantly cuddled and caressed me. Various other things of a sexual nature happened, which culminated with Gina riding my son's big cock as I tongued her clit and his balls.
Gina then offered me my son's cock to either suck or ride. Knowing that my willpower to resist was hanging by an unravelling thread, I summoned the last of it together and managed to dress and stagger out to my car before I did the unthinkable and had sex with my son before those three.
When I started my car, Johnny stumbled out naked after me and jumped into the car.
Readers, I will continue with my story.
After getting in my car, Johnny stayed awake long enough to buckle his seatbelt before he passed out. Driving home, I bit my bottom lip as I watched my son's erect, deliciously long and thick cock gently swaying and bouncing to the car's movement. Eventually, I could no longer stand it and ran my fingers lightly over its head.
"Hmm," Johnny moaned as he pushed his hips up, trying to create more contact with my hand. Unable to resist, I wrapped my dainty hand around his shaft and gently pumped it. "Yes," my son groaned. "Suck it for me, baby, please."
That wasn't something I could do whilst driving home, so I gripped tighter and pumped faster. I got home, parked in our garage and saw that Johnny was about to cum. Unwilling to waste his delicious seed, I undid my belt, got on my knees, leaned over and took my son's hard cock into my mouth. As soon as he felt my tongue lashing his glans, Johnny held my head, groaned, and filled my mouth with his tasty semen. Once my son's orgasm ended, I licked and swallowed until I was sure I'd gathered all of his spend. Delighting in its taste, I smacked my lips and sat up.
Letting go of Johnny's slowly deflating cock, I tried to rouse him, but he was dead to the world. Because there was no way I could carry him, all I could do was leave Johnny to sleep off his drunken stupor and go to bed. Entering my room, I locked the door because I was in no mood to try and convince a drunken teenage male that he wasn't having my sweet pussy that night. If Johnny was sober, I might have considered letting him make love to me again, but I didn't want to be subjected to his inebriated, fumbling advances.
Sure enough, my door rattled around four hours later, waking me up. Finding my door locked, Johnny chuckled and said, "Thanks for coming and getting me, Mom. See you in the morning."
I woke sometime later, back to craving a smoke. But fearing another phase out, I ignored my craving. However, I sat up and propped myself against the headboard. I wanted to think more about why I'd suddenly started allowing sexual relations between myself and my children and why I had begun submitting sexually to every advance I received. Never before had I been so easily tripped into bed or compromising situations.
I knew my husband Sean's continual job promotions were part of the problem. As he climbed that corporate ladder into rarer and rarer air, his absences became more frequent and prolonged. What was worse was that his next promotion was likely to be to VP, and although that would be a real feather in my husband's cap, it would mean even more travel and a heavier workload.
'You need to start travelling with him,' I told myself. 'The kids are old enough to look after themselves, so your travelling with Sean won't be a problem. 'Plus', I added with a giggle. 'I'd get to shop in London, Paris and Rome!'
If Sean agreed to allow me to travel with him, it would cure a number of problems. The first, of course, being it would keep the slut Amanda, his secretary, out of his bed. I didn't mind Sean fucking her. As I've noted earlier, that is the price you pay to stay married to a rich, successful man. But she had designs on becoming Mrs Muggleton number two and supplanting me in Sean's bed permanently instead of only when my husband felt the need to empty his sack into her.
Second was that Sean often bemoaned Amanda's lack of poise and grace when she accompanied him to formal events. As we all know, most business dealings at the level my husband is at are done over a quiet drink and meal, not in the corporate office. Amanda's lack of elegance demeaned my husband and made him appear less than he was. Taking me to those events, and I say this with all due modesty, would mean he'd dazzle every man there and quite a few of the women, too.
Third, and with how I was at this moment, probably the most important, travelling with Sean would take me out of Edgar, Frank, Liz and Gina's clutches. Though, being under Gina's spell didn't bother me that much. If I brought Gina to our bed, Sean wouldn't object as long as he could partake of her delights, too. Of course, our son would, so that was off the table.
But none of the above is what had me concerned that morning. No, it was more that I suddenly seemed to be a lesbian. Every hot-looking woman that had come onto me since I attended the clinic, including my daughter Kristy, I'd joyously had sex with, and I couldn't understand why.
Yes, I had sex with my sisters and mother for my father's enjoyment. And, yes, I'd experimented with my best friend Kath Loughlin when we were teenagers. Plus, I'd brought women to our marital bed so I could titillate my husband with a lesbian fantasy show. But before my first visit to Edgar Fontaine's hypnosis clinic, where I let his receptionist Liz Donnelly have sex with me, I'd never indulged in lesbian sex for my own pleasure. I'd only ever done it for the men in my life.
An incident from my earlier life seemed important to my current situation, so I closed my eyes and relived my memories of that day.
Mobile phones were rare in Australia at the time of my remembered event, and the cost of using the few available was prohibitive. Plus, the network coverage was patchy at best. Most telephonic communication was by way of the good old house phone, or landline, if you prefer.
I thought my mother had gone grocery shopping because her car wasn't in our garage when I came home from school. So, taking advantage of my perceived rare aloneness, I took the portable phone up to my room and phoned my best friend, Kath Anderson. We chatted about the dreamy boys at our school and agreed that Sean Muggleton, the captain of our school's First Thirteen, and his best friend Mike Loughlin were amongst the dreamiest of them. As we bantered back and forth, describing what we'd let them do to us, I pulled my panties off and played with my love button.
