What Mothers Are For Part 5
By Charlie Flemming
Copyright 2021 Charlie Flemming
Author's note: All Characters are Over the Age of 18.
I made my way down the hall to the Guidance Counsellor's office. Her name was Patricia Sato and outside of giving speeches at school assemblies on occasion, I've really never even spoken to her before. She was a Japanese woman but born in America and spoke perfect English, but she had very large breasts for an Asian lady and seemed to keep in shape, sometimes I'd even seen her using the school's equipment to work out in the gym.
I got to her door with "School Counselor: Patricia Sato" printed on the door. I pushed it open without knocking.
Patricia was sitting behind her desk opposite the entryway and seemed enamored with something on her computer. There were two chairs sitting in front of her desk. She looked up at me and smiled when I came in, "Ah, Daniel Patterson, I was expecting you. Please, have a seat." She motioned to one of the chairs and I sat down. "Principal Finigan just sent me an email I was going over. Very detailed about your current indiscretions."
I gulped, being that I had just lost my virginity to the very principal she received her email from. I was a bit worried what that email might say but I decided to play it cool, "Well, um, I have a condition," Not really true but close enough.
"Oh?" Ms. Sato said, cocking an eyebrow and looking pretty uncertain of what I had told her, "And that condition means you have to shoot 'large gobs of pearly white cum all over his sister in the girl's bathroom?'" As Ms. Sato said this last part, she turned to her computer screen and seemed to be reading that part of the email the principal sent her.
I sighed, I had really been hoping that because I had just fucked Principal Finigan in her office, she wouldn't talk about that part. "Alright, well, yesterday, my mother caught me jerking off in my room, and I told her that it was how I relieved stress. I mean, I'm always busy and don't get a lot of downtime..."
"Yes," Patricia said as she picked up a manilla folder on her desk and opened it, "I see from your file that you work a full-time job aside from attending school on a regular basis as you haven't taken a sick day since your freshman year. Anyway, continuing, your mother watched you jerk off?" Patricia said this as if she was asking about the weather, very casually and normal, "Then what happened?"
I blushed as I thought about what I wanted to tell the guidance counselor. I didn't think she had the same benefit as talking to a therapist or something that wherein you get doctor-patient confidentiality and she legally couldn't talk about what you told her. I decided to play it safe and not mention my mother's involvement in anything sexual, "So, um, Barbie volunteered to, um, help me relieve my stress." It wasn't technically lying, Barb had offered to help though that was after she caught Mom blowing me in the kitchen, but I decided not to mention that part. No need to get anyone else in trouble.
"And your mother," Patricia checked her file, "Beth, was just okay with this?"
I considered how to answer, "Um, well, Mom realized how important it was for me to, um, 'relieve myself' let's say and, um..." I trailed off, not sure how to proceed.
"You've been fucking your sister since then, got it," Patricia said as she wrote something down in my file.
"No, nothing like that," I quickly added, hoping whatever she wrote down wasn't too damning, "It's only been, um, oral sex is all." I really hoped that would dampen the blow. Then again, Patricia really wasn't acting that surprised by anything I was telling her. I wondered why.
"Hmm, just oral? You know that's still technically a form of sex," Patricia said as if she were describing a clinical condition. She flipped through my file and stopped on a different page than the one she wrote on a moment ago, "Okay," Ms. Sato glanced at the clock, "It says you have a study hall your first and last period, which you've missed today, and now you're late for your biology class with Mrs. Smith, correct?" We had 8 1-hour periods throughout the day from 7 am to 3 pm, including a lunch hour. My schedule was Study Hall, Biology, English, Algebra, Lunch, Gym, Art, then my final Study Hall.
"Um, yeah, why?" I asked.
"Just confirming, how do you normally spend your study halls, Dan?" She asked in a friendly way.
It was a strange question but I considered it, "Well, I usually catch up on homework I couldn't get to the night before because of work," I explained to Ms. Sato, "or if I don't have homework, I'll ask Mr. Philips if I can go to the library. For the last study hall, I usually sit and read on the field where the cheerleaders' practice. I wait for my twin sister since it usually isn't over until after school and then either Linda's Mom or Aunt Chelsea would take us home, since my cousin, Rita, is also a cheerleader, depending on who could get there." I don't know why I said that last part since she only asked about the study hall itself and not what I do after.
"Hmm, I see," Patricia considered this, "well, I want you to know that I understand what it's like to have to be busy all the time and not really get the 'release' that a young man might need." Again, she was saying this like any doctor might explain that you have a cold and need medicine, "Your sister is being very kind to offer you her body in your times of need, but I'm going to have to talk to both of you together later today. I need to make sure this is both consensual and something you both want. Otherwise, this could lead to severe psychological issues later in life. If you could come back during lunch and bring your sister if you can? If not I'll find her."
Though Barbie and I weren't the closest, we still had a few classes together, not on purpose as I'd avoid her like the plague if I could before yesterday. "Yeah, I can tell her during Algebra," I said, though I was already worried about what might happen during lunch. God, I was stressed.
"Good, I don't want you missing any more class today," as she said this she wrote a "please excuse BLANK for being late" note for Mrs. Smith and handed it to me. "Just don't forget to come back at lunch or I'll have to come and get you, okay?"
I nodded, "yes," and I took the note and walked out of the door. I realized that after everything that had happened I left my bookbag in the girl's bathroom. I was sure it was probably already ransacked. Luckily when I got there it remained untouched, I guess no one else had used the bathroom in between first and second period. I noticed there were still large pools of my cum on the floor too but after I left I didn't really care.