Chapter 15: The Confrontation
After Rachel left, I sat for a long time, planning. I knew that I had taken a risk sending Rachel back naked, but I felt that Mrs. Miller had sent me a message when she sent Rachel over in just her robe. To me, it meant that she knew what we were up to and she was giving approval.
But how much would she approve of? Rachel said that she had told her everything. What did that mean? How would Mrs. Miller treat me? How should I treat her? Things never just stay easy, I thought to myself.
I had actually assumed that at some point during the year either Rachel's or my parents would find out what was going on. I actually thought I would have a better time with Mrs. Miller than my parents. Jessica Miller was a pretty cool mom. She always talked openly with Rachel, and I knew that they had a pretty good relationship. I knew it was Mrs. Miller that got Rachel the birth control pills, "Just in case!"
Well, I couldn't procrastinate longer. I got showered and brushed and I went downstairs. Michelle was in the kitchen when I got there.
"Where's Rachel?" she asked.
"I sent her home," I said.
"But her robe is still here!" Michelle protested.
"I told her not to wear it home," I explained.
"But her mother was home!" Michelle said.
"I know," I said. "Her mother sent her over to get me, dressed in just the robe. So I sent her back with nothing."
Michelle just stared at me, her mouth open.
"Close your mouth or someone might put something in it," I joked. Michelle's mouth snapped shut. I explained, "Rachel told her mom everything. I'm going over now to have a conversation about it with her."
"I'm so sorry, Jeff," Michelle said sympathetically.
"Don't worry," I reassured her with more confidence than I felt. "I'm pretty sure she's going to be cool with it."
"She's going to be OK with you having her daughter suck off four boys and fuck one?" she asked.
"Surprisingly, I think she will be, but I'll find out soon," I told her. Michelle gave me a peck on the cheek as I left. I took Rachel's robe with me and I walked across the yard to her house.
I knocked on the door and I heard Mrs. Miller yell, "Come in!"
I opened the door and entered, looking around the kitchen as I walked in. I was surprised to see Mrs. Miller sitting at the table, as well as Rachel, still naked, with cum still on her body. I surveyed the scene for a minute, then I hung the robe on a hook near the door and I walked over to the table and sat down.
"You wanted to talk to me, Mrs. Miller?" I asked.
"I did," she said. "Given that we are talking about my daughter's sex life while she is sitting here naked, though, I think it will be OK for you to call me Jess."
It felt a little weird after all these years of calling her Mrs. Miller, but I said, "OK, Jess. What can I do for you?"
"You can start by explaining to me what you are doing to my daughter," she said.
"Rachel told me that she told you everything," I said. "She told you about how she felt, and about what she asked me, right?"
She nodded.
"Then you should understand that what I am doing is taking care of your daughter's needs," I said.
"You're not doing it to get your jollies?" she asked.
"Well, I won't deny that I am getting my 'jollies' as you put it," I said, "but no. I am doing this for Rachel, to give her what she needs. She thinks that if she does this, it will be out of her system by the time she goes to college."
"But you don't agree?" Jess asked.
"No, I don't," I told her.
"What do you mean you don't agree?" Rachel asked.
I looked at Rachel and said, "Rachel, this is between your mother and me. Please don't speak unless you're spoken to." Rachel looked at me as if I had slapped her, but she sat back and let us continue.
"Let me repeat Rachel's question," Jess said. "What do you mean you don't agree?"
"I don't think this is a phase that a year of intense treatment will cure," I said. "I think that this is who Rachel is, and when she goes to college she will want it just as much, probably more now that she has had a real taste."
"Then why did you agree to do it?" Jess asked.
"Because I think that after she has done this, she won't just settle for someone who will abuse her, as she might have before," I explained. "I think that she will be better prepared to find the right lover."
Jess sat back and looked at me for a minute. Then she sat up and asked, "How do you feel when you treat Rachel the way that you do?"
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"A simple question," she said. "How do you feel? Do you feel uncomfortable? Powerful? Happy? How do you feel?" She said it was a simple question, but she was looking at me with an intensity that I hadn't seen in her before.
I thought carefully about the question before I answered. Then I said, "I feel happy that I am giving Rachel what she wants. I feel confident, knowing that I can do what I want and Rachel will enjoy it. When I am doing something that is way out there, I am nervous that I will do something to hurt Rachel more than she can take. When I am experimenting I am wondering if Rachel will really like it, but it doesn't bother me too much if she won't; everything that I do teaches me valuable lessons about Rachel and myself."
"How do you justify the game you played last night?" Jess asked. "Rachel could have ended up with someone who did something she couldn't take."
I pulled out a pack of cards from my pocket. I shuffled them as they watched me for a minute, then I dealt a hand to each of us. I put the deck down and indicated to Rachel that she should show her cards. She flipped them over and she had a full house, queens over jacks. Then I had Jess show hers, and she had another full house, aces over kings. I flipped mine over revealing a royal flush.
"You set the whole night up! You're a card sharp!" Rachel exclaimed. "How come I never knew?"
"You don't know everything about me," I said mysteriously. Then I turned to Jess and I said, "I knew what Rachel was ready for, and what she was not. I won't push her past her limits, I'll just make her think that I will."
Jess remained staring at me for few minutes, then she turned to Rachel and said, "Rachel, go to your room. I want to talk to Jeff alone for a few moments."
Rachel looked at me and I nodded slightly. She turned without a word and went upstairs. Jess sighed and said, "I've lost her."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"She's not mine anymore, she's yours," Jess explained. "It was all in that look. I told her to go to her room, and she might have disobeyed. But she looked at you, and when you confirmed the order, she went."
Jess remained silent for a few minutes, and I waited patiently. It was clear that she had something important to tell me, and she was working her way up to it. Finally she sighed and pushed herself up.
"I am going to give you something," she said. "It was my husband's, and it is extremely precious to me, but without Gary I cannot use it. I thought that I would never see it again, but I know that giving it to you is the right thing to do. Stay here a minute."
Jess walked into her office, and a few minutes later she came back out. She was holding a key on a chain in her hand. "Come with me," she said.
I followed her into the basement, and she led me into the back of the finished section to a closet that was there. She stood quietly in front of the door for a long time.
"We always wondered what you kept in that closet," I said.
"What is in it is yours now," Jess said. "Yours and Rachel's." She handed me the key and stepped back.
I took the key, surprised that she just did not open the door, and I put the key in the lock. I turned it and opened the door. I was expecting a small closet, but that is not what I got. There were two steps down and a small hallway. It was bizarre, because the hallway ran under the lawn, not the house. I saw a light switch on the side and I turned it on. Lights flickered on in the room at the end, though I saw that some of the lights were out.
I turned to Jess and she said, "I am not allowed to go in. You go by yourself."
I turned back and walked the few steps down the hallway. I reached the room, and I stopped in surprise. In the basement of Rachel's house, a typical house in suburban America, there was an honest to god dungeon. OK, maybe it wasn't up to the quality of a medieval castle, but there were many interesting devices. There were manacles and whips and crops and chains. There were tables and horses. There was a hose, and a drain in the floor. There was a cage.
I was stunned, shocked, amazed. I walked slowly around the room, touching various items and examining others. There was dust built up everywhere and the whole room could use a cleaning, but it was an amazing room!
I turned around and walked back out. I shut off the lights and locked the door. Then I turned to Jess and gave her a questioning look.
"Let's go back upstairs," she said. We walked upstairs and she poured herself another cup of coffee and sat at the table. I sat across from her and waited for her to speak.
"As you can probably guess," Jess began, "Rachel isn't the only one in this family that has those feelings. I was just like her growing up, only I got into the exact trouble that Rachel is trying to avoid. She always was smarter than I.
"I was with all the wrong people for a long time, and when Gary came along, he saved me. I think that one of the reasons I like you so much is that you remind me of him."
"Why can't you go into the room?" I asked.
"That's a very personal question," she said.
"Isn't everything we've been discussing personal?" I asked.
She looked at me sharply and said, "You're way too old for your age." She paused then said, "It was Gary's rule. I could not unlock the room, and when I entered, I had to be naked and crawling. Not something I was ready to do today."
Now that was an interesting turn of phrase.
Jess sighed and was silent for a few minutes. Finally she seemed to pull herself together and looked up at me. "You can understand why I sympathize with Rachel, why I understand what she is going through. I think she is doing exactly the right thing, and I think that you are completely right that it will not be out of her system when she goes off to college.
"But in one way, you are completely naive. You think that when Rachel goes off to college she'll be able to pick a better lover. Hah! What a fool you are. I'll make you a bet. I bet that when you go off to college, Rachel will be right there at the same college, and she will be there to serve your every need!"
She sat back with a smirk on her face, and I looked at her in surprise. I thought about what she said, and I realized that there might be something to it. If I did a good job, she wouldn't want to leave me; if I did a bad job she wouldn't be ready to leave me. Nonetheless, I asked, "What are we betting for?"
The smirk dropped for a minute, but then was back even more forcefully. "How about this for terms? If you are wrong, if Rachel stays with you, then you have to promise to keep her. I am not saying you need to be with her exclusively, or that you need to be her boyfriend or husband. I am saying that throughout college, you will have to take care of her in the same way you are taking care of her now."
She sat back, as if to say 'So there!'
"And if I am right?" I asked.
She leaned forward again, and in a low, intense voice, "If you are right, than you will no longer have Rachel as a fuck toy." That was the first time I had heard her say fuck, and it was surprising coming from her.
"If you are right," she continued, "then I will serve as a replacement fuck toy in her place."
I know that my jaw dropped on that pronouncement!
"Face it," she said, "after the year that you are going to have, you are going to expect obedience and compliance on demand. If Rachel won't be there to give it to you, you can take it from me. But I'm not worried about losing."
I sat back to regain my composure. I thought about what she said, and I slowly started smiling. "I'll take your bet," I said. "It's a no lose situation for me! If Rachel needs me, I will be there for her anyway. And if she doesn't need me, I have her sexy mom to use as I will. How could I go wrong? My only problem is going to be deciding which alternative to root for!"
We both sat there smiling stupidly at each other for a few minutes. Jess said, "I'm going to tell Rachel about me, but not right now. Later maybe. But I'm not going to tell her about the room. It's yours now; you show her when you are ready." Then she yelled out, "Rachel, get your naked ass down here!"
Rachel came running down the stairs, the bouncing doing interesting things to her anatomy. She still had not cleaned up from last night. She looked back and forth between us, clearly nervous about what we were talking about.
Jess looked at Rachel and said, "It was clear when I told you to leave that although I am your mother, you won't necessarily obey me. It was equally clear that you will obey Jeff. Therefore, from this moment on, our relationship will change.
"I am still your mother, and I will love you forever. I will still look out for you, and I will still try and get you to do what I think is best. But if you don't listen to me, there will be no consequences from me. What I will do is tell Jeff exactly what I asked and what you did or did not do. I will not tell him what to do about it, or even what I think he should do about it. You offered yourself to him, and he accepted. I respect that deal."
Jess got up and walked to a drawer and took out a key. She handed the key to me. "This is a key to the house. As Rachel's master, you have full access to the house and anything in it. I will not object to anything that you do with Rachel. If we are eating dinner and you come in, bend Rachel over the table and fuck her senseless, that's fine with me. I will not interfere with any punishment that you choose to inflict."
She turned to Rachel, who was staring at her with an open mouth and wide eyes. "Do you understand what I've done?" she asked Rachel quietly.
Rachel nodded and ran over to hug her mother. I heard Jess whisper, "I want you to have everything that I had, and everything that I missed." She kissed Rachel's cheek, and then they separated.
She got a serious look and turned to me again. "I think that it is best if you tell your parents that you are dating Rachel. I'll explain to them that I am OK with you staying over whenever you want, and I'll talk to them about the futility of keeping young lovers apart. Don't worry, I'll convince them. At school, you can date anyone you want, but I don't think your parents are as open-minded as I am, so I'd keep them a little in the dark about this, if I were you.
"Now to finalize this, are there any household rules that you are going to make?"
I got a predatory look on my face, and I asked Jess, "Which household?"
She gave me a steady look and said, "Your household."
I pointed to the door where I had hung the robe. "The ladies of my household do not dress while in the house," I said. "There can be robes, no longer or thicker than that one, hung by the door in case company calls. Other than that, nothing."
I stood up. "This morning has been quite eye-opening. I have to go home right now, however. I'll stop by later for dinner. Jess, I think you have a lot to talk over with your daughter. I'll see you later."
I walked up and kissed Jess on the cheek. Then I went to Rachel and gave her a much bigger kiss while I grabbed her ass. "I don't understand what is happening," she whispered to me.
"Do you trust me?" I asked.
"Of course," she said.
"Then just go with the flow. Go take a shower, then come down and talk to your mother. I love you, and after the talk I had with your mother, I know that you are going to have a very interesting year."
I kissed her and walked out the door, already making plans in my head for the year ahead. If Rachel was going to have an interesting year, it would be doubly so for me.