Chapter 3

WHEN I REGAINED CONSCIOUSNESS, I found I was slumped in my car on another road. It was daylight, and this startled me momentarily until I realized I had been out cold all night long, and that someone-probably the person who had hit me with the hard object-had driven me away from the nudist camp, or whatever the place actually was. Evidently the person had resented my being there. Perhaps the location of the camp was supposed to be a secret.

I started the motor and headed back for the city. When I arrived at home, I found that my mother was back. She met me at the door and asked me where I'd been.

"Out," I replied evenly. "You weren't here, so I decided to look for fun elsewhere."

Her eyes grew large. "Are you drunk?"

"Of course not. Why do you ask?"

She rubbed her upper lip with her finger. "Do you know what day this is?"

"Must be Saturday. I took a drive last night and...."

"It's Monday, and you should be in school. I was about to call in the police."

"Monday? Why, it can't be," I faltered.

"It's Monday morning. I came home yesterday and you weren't here. I was getting worried about you, Robert. Where've you been?"

I rubbed my head, though it didn't hurt. "I must have been knocked out longer than I thought," I muttered.

"What did you say, dear?"

I shook my head. "Nothing in particular. I was just muttering."

"Well, it's too late to go to school now. You look dirty. Go up and take a bath and then ... come to my bedroom, dear."

"All right," I said, my mind whirling.

"I'll be waiting for you, dear."

"Didn't you like Mr. LeBlanc?"

"Yes, of course, Robert, but that was yesterday. I have another need today." She looked away.

"How could I have been out for three days?" I muttered.

"What did you say, dear?"

"Nothing. Just muttering again."

"Well, go up and take a bath. You're positively filthy." She'd turned back and was surveying me with distaste. "You look as if you'd been wallowing with hogs." She stared at the front of my pants. "That looks like come on you. Have you been fornicating with some dirty bitches?"

I laughed. "Not that I know of."

"I've warned you before about dirty bitches, Robert. I do hope you didn't bring back some outrageous disease to infect Mother."

I took a deep breath. "I don't know what I've been doing for the last three days. I was out cold."

She blinked and sniffed. "You've been drinking, Robert. I wish you wouldn't do things like that. It's not nice."

"I wasn't drunk, Mother."

"I don't want to discuss it any more. Please go up and bathe. You actually smell like a dirty bitch."

I entered the house and went up the stairs to my bedroom and undressed. After showering and putting on a robe, I went to her room as she'd requested. I found her lying on the bed, naked.

"You may get on me and gratify me, Robert," she said coldly. "I warn you, you had better do a good job of it. I'm quite passionate today."

"Did Mr. LeBlanc leave you that unsatisfied?" I couldn't help asking.

"Mr. LeBlanc was quite good, dear, but as I said, this is another day. Have you got a hard-on yet?"

"No."

"Get one, please."

"I don't seem to have any urge at all for some reason."

Her eyes went even colder on me now. "You will get a hard-on, please, and at once."

I laughed tensely. "You can't order it to get up. Not even you can do that if I'm not in the mood."

She sat up and rubbed her tummy. "I knew it! You've been fornicating with many dirty bitches!

Just how many did you have over the weekend, Robert?"

"None that I know of."

"What?" Her jaw went slack.

"I said, none that I know of, Mother."

"Why are you lying about it?"

"I'm not lying."

"That's the craziest thing I ever heard of, but I don't want to talk about it now. Do you know something, Robert? Mr. LeBlanc took me to the most wonderful place for the weekend. It's a place for married people, for the most part, to change partners. Of course we had to lie a bit and tell them we were man and wife or they might not have let us in. I saw the most exciting things happening there. You wouldn't believe what I saw, Robert."

Perhaps it was my sixth sense, but I seemed to know where this place was. I decided to ask her, however. "Where was the place, Mother?"

"Oh, it's out in the country somewhere. They called it Sexualis, Incorporated. Would you believe me if I told you I saw grown women sucking off other women, men sucking off men, and women and men going down on one another in a large room with everyone else standing around watching them?"

"Did you say Sexualis, Incorporated, Mother?" I asked slowly.

"Yes. Why? Have you heard of the place?"

"That's where I was over the weekend, I think." Her eyes grew large. "What did you say, Robert?"

I repeated my statement.

"But that can't be, Robert. I would have seen you. What happened?"

I rubbed my head. "I stumbled onto the place while out driving. I was knocked out. I don't know what happened to me. I came to in the car this morning. Someone had driven me away from the place."

"How very odd," she murmured. "They must have given you sedatives or something to keep you out."

"Probably. Maybe that's why I don't feel sexy now."

She nodded. "A lot of sedatives over a three-day period could temporarily lull your sex urges. Don't you feel anything at all?"

"I feel kind of dopey, that's all."

"I just remembered something. Next weekend at Sexuaks, Incorporated, they're having Bring a Youth Week for the females. How would you like to go along?"

"Sounds all right."

"We'll have to omit telling them our relationship, dear. It might be all right, but then again, they might object to a mother bringing her son."

"Okay," I said. Maybe I could find out why someone had slugged me if I went there with her.

"Fine. We'll plan on it, Robert. Now run along. I can see you aren't going to be any good for me now, and I want to sleep for a while."

"Did you have a rugged weekend, too?"

She smiled strangely. "Yes. Very rough ... but wonderful, too."

The following Friday evening we set out in the car for the place in the country. It was a good thing I'd been there before, because her directions were not only vague, they were entirely wrong. She was never too good at remembering such matters.

When we approached the gate of the place, I slowed down and looked around to see if anyone was in view. No one was. It was still light out, and I could see the high wall and the surrounding countryside fairly well. There was nothing ominous about the place. Everything seemed peaceful and quiet here, but I had the instinctive feeling that things were not quite as peaceful as they appeared to be. However, only time would tell if I was correct in my feelings.

Mother placed her hand on the front of me. "Oh, dear," she sighed. "Just being here makes me so very hot. I suppose all these other females will want to take you away from me the moment we enter."

I grinned. "Are you suggesting something?

"I really do think I should suck you off before we go in, but I suppose I can get along without it for once."

"All right," I said, not making too much sense.

"One thing I should warn you about, dear. Inside there's no such thing as heterosexuality and homosexuality. There is only sex, period. Do you understand? Inside, no one can refuse anyone else. If someone wants you, you must go along with them, regardless of their sex. If a man wants you to suck him off, you must do so."

I squirmed a bit. "You didn't tell me that before."

"I forgot, dear. Do you want to go back home?"

"No. Let's go inside. Who am I supposed to be?"

"I've been thinking about that, Robert. We'll simply tell the truth if anyone asks. You're my son. Understand?"

"All right. Let's go. I'm anxious to look over the place."

We got out of the car, and I saw her walk to a post and open a small door. She pressed something and the gates swung open. She seemed surprised at this.

"I believe they want you to drive the car inside the grounds, Robert. Seems to me that's what Mr. LeBlanc did last weekend."

"Don't you know for certain?" I asked.

"I didn't pay any attention. Besides, I'd had quite a few drinks from Mr. LeBlanc's bottle, and I wasn't in the mood for observing things. Though I did see him open the little door and press the button."

We got back into the car, and I drove into the grounds. There was a circular drive, and I followed it for what appeared to be the equivalent of a city block. I stopped the car and parked it alongside several others, and we got out.

"It looks like there are a few others here already," she said, rubbing her upper hp.

I glanced at her quickly. "You sound nervous, Mother. Are you?"

She shook her head. "Not nervous. Excited, Robert."

"Oh...."

She pointed. "Take a look at the poster over the door of the building."

I glanced in the direction she was pointing and read the poster. Oriental Weekend, it said. I grabbed Mother's arm. "I thought you said this was Bring a Youth Week, or something like that."

"I must have gotten my weekends mixed up," she confessed. "I'm not sure we should stay, Robert."

I shrugged. "Why not?" I was here now and didn't want to leave because my curiosity was fully aroused. I was wondering if this meant that for the most part Oriental people would be here, and I was also wondering what it would be like to top a Japanese girl, if there were any present. So far, we had seen no one at all. "Shall we go inside the building, Mother?" I asked.

"We might as well. We're here."

We entered and immediately a short, stocky, Oriental man, completely nude and possessing an enormous hard-on approached my mother, paying no attention at all to me.

"Come with me, madame," he said politely. "I am Hu Chou."

Mother didn't say a word but allowed herself to be led off by the gentleman, who was already unashamedly squeezing her ass. I saw them disappear through a doorway and the door swing back in place. I stood there looking around at the place. It appeared to be in a long hallway of sorts with doors leading off it, many of them. The building looked like an old type of auditorium, and I wondered who had built such a place in the country in the first place.

I stepped down the hallway and, acting on impulse, opened a door at random. When I stepped into the large room, I noted immediately that there were no bright lights, only dim ones, but not dim enough to hide the dozen people sitting in a circle on the floor, all of whom were naked. Some of them were in their thirties, but most were younger. One man gestured to me, and I tried to understand what it was he wanted. It dawned on me that he was telling me to take off my clothing, which I did. I felt a little silly standing there in the nude, but this passed after a moment. Two women beckoned to me to come and sit down between them. When I did, the blonde one immediately grabbed my cock and massaged it a bit, enough to make me grow very hard. The other woman stared at my cock and moistened her lips, but after a moment she turned away and the blonde woman bent her head over me and took my cock in her mouth. She sucked it for only a moment and then straightened up.

"Are you ready for the show?" she asked softly.

"What do you mean?" I whispered carefully.

"We move into the center of the circle and perform for the others to watch."

"What sort of performance do you want from me?"

"You just sit with your legs spread and I'll suck you off. That's all you have to do, let me suck you off."

I moistened my dry lips. "And all the others watch us?"

She glanced at me curiously. "Of course. Didn't you know?"

"Y-Yes," I said. "I knew about it, of course." I paused and was astonished at how much I was trembling.

She evidently noticed this. "Maybe you should wait a while. Would that be better for you, sir?"

I glanced at her sharply. No one had ever called me sir before. Grinning slightly, I nodded. "What's your name?"

"We never use names here, sir. You may call me miss."

"Then you aren't married, either?" She hesitated. "No," she said finally. "Are you single?"

"Yes." I studied her and figured out that she wasn't much older than I, perhaps twenty or so. "You're very pretty."

"That doesn't matter," she said. "Unless you're talking about my cunt."

I smiled. "I wasn't talking about your cunt because I haven't seen much of it yet."

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry," she said, apologizing. Standing up, she stood with her cunt directly in front of my face. "Would you care to run your tongue over it?"

I noted that several others were watching me now and felt somewhat self-conscious at the moment. "No," I told her. "Later I will. Please sit down and talk to me."

She sank down beside me and placed her hand on my thigh. "You're extremely long," she said, indicating my cock. "I like long ones."

"Thank you."

"Any time you want to use it on me-when you're ready-just tell me what you want."

"I'll remember that."

"Everyone here has the right to do anything," she added.

"That sounds agreeable," I returned.

"That's how everyone is around here."

I cleared my throat. "I understood this was Oriental week, yet I don't see any Orientals."

"That's being held in one of the other rooms."

I changed the subject. "Please take hold of my deal again. I liked the feel of your hand."

Without any hesitation she reached over and began to jack me gently. I squirted a little into her hand, and was surprised when she raised her hand to her mouth and licked up my fluid. I say I was surprised. I meant to say I was flabbergasted. That anyone could do a thing like that with other people watching was a bit more than I had imagined possible. There was something about the act, however, that released me from my previous uneasy feeling. I whispered in her ear: "If you'd like to put on a show now, I'm ready."

"Good. But, we don't call it 'putting on a show.' It's simply show."

"I see. Anyhow, I'm ready if you are."

"We can't right now. That other couple is taking the center of the circle, as you can see."

There was a man and girl already sitting down in the center of the gathering, and I immediately saw that he had a hard-on of enormous proportions. Seeing him made me all the harder, and watching the lust in the other girl's eyes set me off even more, and I began to squirt in "my" girl's hand again. She bent her head swiftly and allowed me to go off a little into her mouth. She licked my top clean and straightened up with a smile.

"You taste so good."

"Thanks," I replied, feeling slightly ridiculous again.

"Look," she said, grabbing my hand and giving it a squeeze. "Looks like they're going to have a sado show."

"A what?"

"Just watch. This can get good."

I turned my attention to the couple in the center of the circle and, as I did so, I saw the man strike the girl on the buttocks with a savage-looking whip.

"Oh, delicious!" the girl beside me cried softly. "Marvelous! He's going to punish her into an orgasm!"

I sat there and watched the most incredible thing I had ever seen. The man was middle-aged and the girl young. He struck her with such force that the sound of the whip alone made me wince. The girl's body fairly leaped into the air each time he whipped her. She shrieked with pain and pleasure, and while he whipped her, I saw him spraying great quantities of milk from his hardened penis, the fluid flying about the circle and striking some of the people sitting there watching the scene. These people would applaud the man whenever he applied a devastating blow to the girl's body. The louder she shrieked, the more the watchers would nod their heads and murmur words of encouragement. It got to be a bit much for me, and I finally turned my head.

"Does it bother you?" the girl beside me asked in my ear. "No matter. It bothered me a bit the first time. You'll learn to love it."

"How about you and I going to another room?"

"All right," she said. "If you want to, fine." She got to her feet and so did I. "Bring your clothing with you," she suggested. "Otherwise it may become lost."

I picked up my clothes. "You lead the way," I told her, smiling at her.

"Certainly, sir. Come this way."

I followed her out of the door amid the shrieking and screaming of "tortured delight" from the girl and soon found myself in another room that was also dimly lighted.

"Don't they ever turn on the lights here?" I asked the girl.

"Sometime, yes," she replied. "Why? Would you like a better view of my cunt?"

I grinned. "Could be," I said. "Why don't you lie down on the carpet and spread your legs. I'll examine your cunt with my cock."

She clapped her hands. "Oh, good," she said. "That's the way I like to hear a man talk." She dropped to the carpet and spread her legs wide. "Come on. Get on top of me and ram your cock up into me! I'm waiting for you."

I dropped down on top of her and did as she asked. I buried my hard-on into her wet cunt as far as it would go. I pumped and blew off immediately.

"Please do it again," she begged.

"Happy to," I said, and began to unmercifully pump at her cunt with all the energy I possessed, which was considerable.

"Please," she said, in a begging tone, "spit in my mouth while you screw me."

So I spat into her mouth, our lips fiercely clinging together, while my tube drained juice into her cunt at the same time. She chewed my lips up pretty good then, and finally I had to pull my bleeding mouth from hers.