[ostr] [2003-08-20] Ad Ostra [mFm]
Ad Ostra, by Rajah Dodger <rdodger@hotmail.com>, Copyright
(c) 2003. All rights reserved, except that electronic not-for-
profit reproduction rights only are explicitly granted with the
stipulation that this authorship and permission note must remain
attached.
Word Count: 2824
My folks both had to go out of town on respective business
conferences, and rather than leave me in the house by myself
(even though I'm really old enough to manage) they asked me to
find someone to stay with. I thought of Jeb; while he and I
aren't exactly best friends, we've kind of knocked around
together since getting into high school. We're both bookish
types, and we both like science fiction, so he seemed like a
reasonable guy to ask to bunk with for a week. I talked with him
at school, and he checked with his mother later and called to let
me know it would be cool.
Mrs. Ostra, that's Jeb's mom, is nice. She's maybe in her
mid-forties, a little older than my mother, but still attractive
in that way some mature women have. I don't know what happened
to Mr. Ostra, Jeb never talks about him and it didn't seem polite
for me to ask. When my folks dropped me off, she came out to
meet them and discuss house rules. She's pretty strict with Jeb
-- he has to be in bed by 9, and he doesn't have free run of the
internet the way I do at home. But she said it would be okay for
me to go by my parents' rules while I was staying at her house.
Jeb and his mom have a nice two-story house, with bedrooms
up on the second floor either side of a long hallway. I wound up
in Jeb's sister's room since she was off in college. It was
okay, other than being all in pink, and had a nice bay window
overlooking the front yard. There was a study across the hall
with a nice collection of biographies and fiction; that's where
they kept the computer for the kids to use. Jeb's room was right
next to mine -- I mean his sister's -- and a shared bathroom
connected the two. Way down at the end of the hall was the
master bedroom. His mom made it clear that her end of the hall
was off limits but that I had pretty much the run of the house
otherwise.
Outside of not having my folks around, staying with Jeb and
his mom was a lot like being at home. Get up in the morning,
have breakfast, brush teeth, off to school after a big hug and
pat from Jeb's mom. Come home, study, eat dinner, watch some TV
if the homework is done, and off to bed. Jeb had to go to bed
about an hour before I did, and his mom pretty much left me alone
in the evening. I used their computer, checked in with my IM
friends, and did the normal teenage guy stuff. The weekend was
really fun -- his mother took us both out to the baseball game.
Jeb went out Saturday night on a date, but otherwise we were
together just like brothers.
Monday morning Jeb didn't come down for breakfast. When I
asked his mom about it, she told me he was "indisposed" and
wouldn't be attending school. She gave me a note to give to the
attendance office, then gave me the usual big morning hug and pat
on the bottom, and sent me on my way. When I got to school
though, the staff was sending everybody back home -- a
construction crew had sliced open the water main so the bathrooms
were out of order. I shrugged my shoulders, turned around, and
came back to the house. I came in through the back door and got
a glass of milk from the kitchen.
While I was drinking, I heard what sounded like raised
voices coming from upstairs. Curious, I set my glass down and
went through the living room to the stairwell. I couldn't make
out the words, but it sounded like Mrs. Ostra was really angry
about something. I didn't mean to pry, but Jeb was like my best
friend, so I padded quietly up the stairs to the landing. At the
top I peeked carefully around the corner; the commotion was
coming from the master bedroom. Slipping my shoes off, I tiptoed
down the carpeted hall. When I got to Jeb's room, the door was
open and I noticed that his room was empty and the bed looked
freshly made.
I went on more slowly now as I got close to the end of the
hall. The door on the master bedroom was open a crack, and I had
to get right up to the opening before I could make out the
conversation. Mrs. Ostra was really ticked off at Jeb, and just
because he had a friend staying in the house didn't mean he was
allowed to skip his duties. He was still part of a family, and
he was going to meet those responsibilities. I didn't know what
he had forgotten to do, but it must have been something really
important.
That's when I first heard the slapping sound, followed by a
low-pitched moan. I couldn't believe it -- was Jeb's mom still
spanking him at his age? I had to look. When I edged the door
open a hair more, I still couldn't see anything directly but
there was a mirror over the vanity at the rear wall which gave me
a view of the room.
Oh. My. Gawd... Jeb's mother was standing in the middle
of the room, stark naked, all long strong legs, long auburn hair
down to the middle of her back, and a fine full ass (especially
for a woman her age). When she turned around I saw her breasts.
For-real woman's breasts all right, wide and big with dark
nipples and all swinging heavily as she swung her hand around and
down. I heard the slapping sound again, but I couldn't see Jeb
from my position. She was alternating heavy-sounding spanks with
biting comments that were still not completely clear -- something
about his being the man of the house since his dad left, and
something else about a girl and protecting the family's property.
Right then the phone rang, and I almost jumped out of my
skin. Mrs. Ostra turned aside to answer it, and I finally had a
glimpse of Jeb. At least, it had to be Jeb, although all I could
see was two legs dangling down off the foot of the bed, and a
rock-hard cock sticking up quivering over a pair of baby-smooth
balls. Big ones, too. I'd seen Jeb in the school showers at PE
class, but I'd never really noticed just how big his equipment
was. I stood there with my mouth hanging open until his mother's
conversation finally penetrated into my brain. "Water main? And
you're just now telling me? No, no, I'm sure he'll be getting
back home any time now."
Oh shit! I was in for it now... I turned and half-tiptoed
half-scampered down the hall, swinging around the corner at the
landing and almost falling down the stairs in my rush to get back
to the kitchen. I must have set the world's record for fixing a
sandwich so it would look like I'd been innocently downstairs all
this time, ripping it in half and burying one half in the trash.
I was busily chewing on the rest of the sandwich when she showed
up a few minutes later. She was wearing a suspicious look and a
light weight dressing gown that did nothing to hide the curves of
her breasts. I gave her my best innocent face, trying to keep my
eyes above her shoulders. "Hi, Mrs. O, there was a problem at
school and they sent us all home. I guess Jeb won't miss any
classes after all." I indicated my sandwich and continued, "I
was hungry so I fixed myself a snack. I'm sorry, I guess I
should have called up to let you know I was back. How's Jeb
doing, by the way?"
She just stood in the doorway and regarded me, kind of like
you'd look at something peculiar on your dinner plate. I
couldn't help thinking about what I'd seen upstairs; I was
getting an erection for sure, but at least the table hid it.
Finally, she spoke. "You know, Jimmy, you look a little flushed.
Are you sure you're all right? I wouldn't want two boys getting
sick on me at the same time." She crossed the kitchen to where I
was sitting, and stood behind me to feel my forehead with her
cool palms. She was leaning against me, and I could feel the
pillowy weight of her breasts cradling the back of my head.
"You're sweating, sweetheart!" I mumbled something about having
jogged back from school, but she wasn't buying it. She went to
the pantry and came back with two blue pills in her hand. "Take
these," she said in a tone that brooked no argument. They were
bitter, but the milk washed away most of the taste. "Finish your
snack and get up to bed, young man. You don't want to miss any
more school, and I don't want to have to call your parents to
look after you!"
She left me alone then, and I managed to finish the
sandwich. Thankfully I made it up to my room without running
into her. I did notice that the door to the master bedroom
appeared solidly closed now, and Jeb's room was still empty. I
ran into the bathroom to relieve my erection, and after flushing
and washing my hands grabbed a math book and flopped down on the
bed, trying to figure out what it all meant. Obviously there was
something going on in Jeb's house that he'd never mentioned to
me.
The math was enough to put me back to sleep with one hand
still in my pants pocket, and I woke up a bit later only half
alert, hearing Mrs' Ostra calling me. I poked my head out of the
bedroom door, and she was standing in the open doorway of the
master bedroom, still wearing that clingy nightgown and beckoning
me with her index finger. "Jimmy, would you mind terribly coming
down here? Jeb and I have something to discuss with you."
The house seemed awfully quiet as I nervously left my
bedroom and walked down the hall. I glanced down as I passed the
landing and noticed my shoes, so there was no doubt that Mrs.
Ostra knew I'd been spying on them. My heart sank -- there
weren't words in my vocabulary for how deep the shit was that I
must be in. She stood blocking the doorway until I was right in
front of her, then put out one hand against my chest and stopped
me in my tracks. I looked up into her piercing green eyes.
"Now, Jimmy, I know you've been brought up better than this.
And Jeb assures me you're a good friend and an honest boy." Her
voice sharpened. "At least until now. So you and I and Jeb are
going to come in and have a heart-to-heart talk, just like mature
adults do, and we're going to settle some things before you leave
this house."
At that point I think I would rather have had her call my
folks and send me home; I suddenly didn't want to go into that
room. But I didn't have a lot of choice, and after all I'd
gotten myself into this in the first place. So when she backed
up a step and waved me in, I gulped and walked through the door.
I stood there in her bedroom, taking everything in, as I
heard the snick of the door lock behind me. Jeb wasn't on the
bed any more; he was standing against the wall stark naked with
his legs spread and his head turned down toward the floor. I
couldn't help but check him out -- his cock was dangling softly,
even so it was bigger than mine. Kind of a dark reddish color
too, which I didn't remember ever noticing in the gym showers.
Mrs. Ostra slid her hands over my shoulders and I felt her
breasts against the back of my head again, only I started when I
realized I was feeling skin not fabric. She moved her arms down
my chest and held me in place against her while she began to
unbutton my shirt. "Please don't move, Jimmy," she said, "this
will take some time to explain and I don't think you're in a
position to argue the point."
Her fingers deftly unfastened and opened my shirt, pulling
it out of my waistband and leaving it open as her hands explored
my bare chest. I was listening to her words, but my eyes were
focused on Jeb. He had lifted his head and his eyes seemed to be
following his mother's hands on me. "I know that Jeb hasn't told
you much about his father. The bastard left us when he was only
seven, and since then Jeb and I have had to be very close to keep
this family together. There's nothing that I wouldn't do for my
son, and there's nothing that he won't do for me."
One of her hands was splayed across my stomach, and the
other was doing strange things with my male nipples. I was
getting an erection in my pants, and I couldn't place the look in
Jeb's eyes but it worried me. The whole scene was strange, for
that matter, but I couldn't bring myself to do anything about it.
His mother went on, as the hand on my stomach slid down
toward the front button of my pants. "Now Jeb's been behaving
like a lot of teenagers, and neglecting some of his duties around
the house lately -- duties of a personal nature. He knows what
his usual punishment for that sort of thing is," and Jeb
swallowed visibly while his cock suddenly jumped, "but with you
in the picture I've come up with an idea that might work better
for Jeb... and perhaps for all of us."
My breath caught in my throat as Mrs. Ostra slid down to her
knees behind me, dragging her body against mine as she went, and
her hands opened and pulled down my pants leaving me in white
cotton briefs with my erection tenting out the front. She
continued as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening, even
as her hands wound their way sinuously up the sides, fronts and
insides of my legs making shivery feelings race through my body
focused in my groin.
"Since Jeb doesn't seem to be willing to handle all of the
responsibilities around here, I've suggested that he find someone
else to cover for him. He seemed to think you'd be willing to
offer your services."
Her fingertips toyed along my inner thighs where the
legbands of my briefs ended. I couldn't open my mouth to say
anything in response, half wishing she'd pull down my briefs and
wrap her soft woman's hands around my virgin cock, half wishing I
could run and hide somewhere and never come back. Jeb moved
then, walking bow-legged out from the wall toward the two of us,
his cock rising more with each step. Behind me his mother rose
and whispered in my ear, "Just say the word, Jimmy, and you can
have a second family whenever you want, just so long as you take
care of what we need."
I stood there with my pants around my ankles as my friend
Jeb walked up to me and slid his hand down the front of my
briefs. His hand was slippery with something, and he curled his
fingers around my erection, fisting it slowly until I had to
close my eyes from the sensation. "Say yes, Jimmy," he said
softly. "Please say yes."
Somewhere in the back of my mind there was a voice screaming
to get out before it was too late, but it was masked by the
sensuous haze of the new sensations enveloping me. I felt my
briefs being lowered and soft hands cupping my bottom, moving
into that most private area of my person. When I opened my eyes,
Jeb was looking directly into them and I couldn't look away. His
hand worked with intimate knowledge over my desperately aroused
cock while his mother stroked and explored me from behind, and I
felt the whole world swirling dizzily around me as my legs went
all stiff and my balls clenched, so different from when I did
myself, and so intense that I couldn't bring myself to ask just
what I'd be expected to do, just give myself to the two bodies
sandwiching me as my cock spurted into my friend's slick hand and
his mother's arms kept me from falling and my lips uttered the
single syllable, "yessss..."
*****
///// Completed 08-20-2003 by Rajah Dodger rdodger@hotmail.com