Chapter Fifteen: Discovering Karen
A few days later I was sitting in the lunchroom at school when Karen set her tray across from mine and sat down. I looked up at her and she asked, "Are you fucking my mother?"
I glanced around, because she had not been exactly quiet, but nobody seemed to have overheard her.
"Why do you ask?"
"I'm not trying to be judgmental, and I really don't care if you are, but I'm curious. Mom has been acting very different lately, and I think that you are responsible."
"What do you mean, acting different?" I asked.
"Well, in the first place, she is much happier," she told me.
"And that's bad?" I asked.
"No, it's really good," she said. "I don't think that I've ever seen her happier. She's practically dancing around, and she's always smiling. On the other hand, she is also treating Helen more like a daughter, which is bizarre in and of itself!"
"But Helen is her daughter," I noted.
"I know that, but you know that she hasn't treated her like one! She's always let Helen push her around and get away with anything. The other day Helen told Mom that she was going to a party and my mom told her that she couldn't. Helen ranted and raved and screamed and yelled, but Mom just calmly said no. When Helen threatened to go without permission, my mother said that if she did, when she returned her favorite dresses would be gone. In fact, she said that she would take them for herself, which raises another interesting point: What did you do to her sense of style?"
"Her sense of style?"
"Yes. She used to dress pretty nicely, but now she's trying to out-Helen Helen! She's got skirts that are too short and tops that are too tight, and at night..."
"At night?"
Karen looked around the room, but there was still nobody too close to us. "I shouldn't tell you this, but since I'm sure that you are the cause, at night my mother is masturbating!"
"Is that so surprising? Don't you?"
She blushed and said, "What I do or do not do is not under discussion. It may not be surprising, but I've never heard her masturbating before. Now, I hear her, and not for just five minutes either!"
"Really?" I asked in a salacious tone.
"Really!" she exclaimed. "And I know that you're involved, because one time I walked past her room and she was moaning your name. Now answer the question: Are you fucking my mother?"
I leaned back and looked at her, then came to a decision. "Not yet," I said.
"Not yet? Does that mean that you are planning to?" she demanded.
"I thought that you said you don't care, one way or another," I said. "She's happy, she's cheerful and she's treating Helen like she treats you. So why do you care?"
She gazed at me for a minute, then lowered her eyes. "I just want to know."
"Are you really sure that you want to know about your mother's sex life?" I asked.
She nodded.
"I'll tell you what," I said. "I'm not sure that I want to tell you, but I might. We'll talk at your house tomorrow, but before I tell you, you are going to have to tell me the truth about why you want to know. If I feel that the reason is good enough, then I will tell you everything. If not, then I won't."
"But..." she started.
I cut her off and said, "Tomorrow."
She nodded and started eating her food.
I went to Karen's house after school the next day. I walked in and saw Cheryl in the kitchen in a short, short skirt and a tube top, her nipples clearly showing through. She had done her short hair in spikes, which made her look even younger.
"How was your day, Jake?" she asked.
"Just fine, Cheri," I replied. "How was yours?"
"It just got a lot better," she said.
"I see you are following some of my instructions, and Helen's unhappiness tells me that you are following more. Care to show me any others that you are following?"
Cheri reached down and shimmied her tight skirt up to her hips. As I expected, there was nothing under her skirt but her bare pussy. I rotated my finger in the air and she turned around, showing me her sexy ass.
"Pull that down and go sit over there," I said, pointing to one of the counter stools. She did so, and turned to face me. She let her legs fall apart a little bit, and I could see right up to her pink lips.
I walked up and stood between her knees. "What about my other instructions?"
She blushed and said, "I've been jilling off every night."
"Jilling off?"
"You know, masturbating," she said. "Like jacking off, but for a girl."
"Ahhhh," I said. "And have you been expressive?"
"Helen banged on my door and called me a slut," she said.
"How did you respond?"
"I said that if she was Miss perfect, then why did she have a vibrator in her drawer? She just said that she hated me and went back to her room."
"Good answer. I'm proud of you," I told her. "Is Karen home?"
"Yes, she's out by the pool. I think she blew off some after school activity, but she said that she is OK."
"What would she think if she walked in and saw me between her mother's legs, her mom's pussy showing to the world?" I asked.
"She'd think that her mother was a slut. Isn't that what you want her to think?" she asked.
"No, I want her to realize that her mother is not a dried up prune, that she is still a sexual creature, and she can be just as sexy as anyone else." I kissed her lightly on the lips and said, "Make some snacks for us. I'm going to talk to Karen."
I went outside and sat down next to Karen.
"I understand you skipped some activities today," I said.
"You told me to meet you after school," she replied.
"So did you think about what I asked?"
"I did," she said.
"And do you have a response?" I asked.
"Yes, I do," she said.
"Your mom is making us snacks. Let's wait until she leaves," I told her.
We sat there in silence, and I looked Karen over. She was wearing a one piece bathing suit which clung to her nicely. It was conservatively cut, but still looked excellent on her. She had her blonde hair up in a pony tail, and her arms and legs had a golden tan.
In a few minutes, Cheryl came out with a tray of snacks and drinks. She put them on the table between me and Karen, leaning towards Karen when she put it down. She bent at her hips, and with her ass pointed at me, it raised her skirt so that I could see her bare pussy and ass.
"Do you guys want anything else?" she asked.
Karen shook her head and I said, "I think that's it for now, Cheri. I'll come in and talk to you later."
Karen looked at me in surprise at my dismissive tone, but Cheryl just said, "OK, Jake."
"Cheri?" Karen asked when her mother had gone inside.
"Maybe I'll tell you about it another time," I said. "I believe that you had something to tell me? Why do you want to know the intimate details of your mother's sex life?"
"I've been thinking about that, and it's a little hard to explain," she started slowly, hesitating at each thought. "I think it's because I feel I am very much like my mother. There are three of us here, but it seems like Mom and me are one person, the same personality, and Helen is someone completely different."
"Go on," I said.
"For as long as I can remember, my mother has not been really happy. I'm not trying to say that she was the depressed, moping person, but she hasn't really had a spark. Helen had that spark. When she wasn't fighting with Mom, she was out having a good time, and she seemed like she was happy most of the time.
"I don't think that I have that spark, either. I don't have fun like Helen does. I have friends, but no one really close. I looked at my mother and I thought, 'Am I going to be like that when I am her age?' I don't want to go through life just being. I want to be happy.
"Then, over the last few months, I noticed that Mom has been getting more cheerful. She seemed to have something that she looked forward too. And then in the last week, she has been positively glowing. It's like she has been freed. She is more open, cheerful, happy. It's like she has a life. It gives me hope for myself.
"I think that you are the reason that she is behaving the way that she is, you are the reason that she is happy. I want to know what you did, because I do not want to wait until my thirties to be happy. What did you do that made her happy, and how can I experience that?"
Wow. Here I thought that Karen was just being voyeuristic, and that I could give her a little thrill, but instead, she was looking for a direction in life. I sat back and thought about that.
I was deep in thought when Karen said, "Well?"
"I'm sorry, did you say something?" I asked.
"I kept my end of the deal. I told you why I wanted to know. Are you going to tell me?"
"I'm trying to absorb it," I told her. "That was not the answer that I was expecting."
I pondered it a bit more, then I sat back up. "Karen, I think that I can help you."
"How?" she asked.
"Would you be willing to tell your mother what you just told me?"
"What?" she exclaimed. "I can't tell her that!"
"I think you should. I think that you should tell it to her just like you told me. I think that you should tell her how you saw that she was unhappy, and the worries that you have. I think that you should tell her how you feel, and how you see that she is happier, and then you should ask her about why she is happy. I could tell you, but I think that it is exactly because you are so like your mother, or more to the point, that she is so like you, that she would be able to understand what you are feeling, and help you though it. Will you do that?"
"I'm not sure that I can. What if she hates me?"
"I can promise you that she won't hate you. She'll understand more than you can imagine."
"I guess I could," she said.
"Great!" I exclaimed. Then I yelled towards the house, "Cheri, come out here now!"
Cheryl came running from the house just seconds later.
"Can I get you something, Jake?" she asked.
I stood up and said, "Sit down here."
She sat in my vacated seat and I said, "Cheryl, Karen has something very important to tell you. I want you to listen to her, and think of yourself at her age. I want you to talk to her, and tell her how you feel, honestly. Can you do that?"
"I'm not sure what this is about," she said.
"Don't worry, you will. Karen, just be honest. I'm going to leave the two of you to talk."
I left the pool and went to my house, not believing how complicated my life was becoming.
That night, I called the Harrison house.
"Can I speak with Cheryl, please?" I asked Helen when she answered the phone.
"Who is this?" she asked.
"It's Jake," I replied.
"Oh, you! What do you want?" she demanded.
"I just told you, I want to speak with Cheryl," I replied calmly.
"Haven't you talked to her enough?" she asked.
I didn't bother replying.
"Well?" she demanded.
"Oh, I thought that was a rhetorical question," I said. "Can I speak to Cheryl, please?"
"Fine," she huffed, then she screamed, "Mom! It's Jake!"
I heard a crash and a few seconds later Cheryl came on the line. "I'm sorry to keep you waiting, Jake."
"What was the crash?" I asked.
"I just knocked my chair over getting up," she explained. "I'll pick it up later."
"Do you feel comfortable talking now?" I asked.
"Yes, Helen stormed away," she told me.
"Well, I assume that you had a talk with Karen," I said. "How did it go?"
"OK, I guess," she said. "It's funny, but I guess that maybe I was like her when I was young as well, but no one recognized it in me. She really is her mother's daughter."
"How does that make you feel?" I asked.
"I'm not sure," she replied. "In some respects, it's nice to have a daughter just like you. On the other hand, it will not be an easy life for her. It would be much more convenient if she was more like Helen."
"Not necessarily," I said. "There are people like you who are very happy their whole lives, and there are people like Helen that are miserable. It all depends how you live your life."
"Oh, my young philosopher," she said. "And you know people like me that are happy?"
"Yes," I replied simply.
She was quiet for a moment, then she asked, "Really?"
"Really," I told her.
She was quiet for a moment, then I heard her sobbing. "Are you OK?" I asked.
"Yes," she sniffled. "I just don't know anyone like me, and I don't know how to be happy."
"Well, don't worry," I reassured her. "I know for a fact that submissive people can be very, very happy."
"Thank you, Jake," she said, as her crying stopped.
"Now back to Karen," I said.
"Karen," Cheryl sighed.
"What did you tell her?" I asked. "She was very confused. Did you help her feel better?"
"I'm not sure Jake, but you should know, I told her about us," she replied.
"What about us?" I asked.
"Everything about us. I told her how you trapped me, how you own me," she said.
"Own you? I own you? And you think I trapped you?"
"Didn't you?" she demanded. "Didn't you use my weakness to trap me into this relationship?"
"Is that how you see it? That I've trapped you? That you can't get out?" I was horrified. I guess that it had started out that way, but I didn't think of it like that any more, and it devastated me that she did.
Cheryl sighed, and then said, "I guess that's a little unfair. I do think that you took advantage of me, that you used my weakness for your benefit, but to be fair, I don't want out. I should, but I don't. It may have been with the wrong intentions, and it may inappropriate, but God, I want it so bad. I look at you and think, 'How can I be doing this with this young boy?', but I cannot deny that I want to. I can't help myself. It may be a weakness, but it is my weakness. You may have taken advantage of me, but I let you. I want you to."
We were both silent as I thought about what she said. I had thought everything was just great, and now I wasn't too sure.
"Are you sorry that I've done this? Do you want me to stop? Do you wish that I had never started talking to you?"
"No... Yes... I don't know." Her voice sounded as tortured as I felt. "Maybe things would have been better if you had never started, but think about what Karen said. She said that I never had a spark, and now I do. She's right. I like life more, now. I look forward to every day. I feel more comfortable in my life. I know it's wrong, but I don't care. I want to be happy."
She fell silent again, and I could tell she had more to say, so I waited for her.
"I don't know exactly what I feel, Jake, but I do know this: I still want to be owned by you."
"You feel that I own you?" I asked.
"Don't you?" she asked with a laugh. "You tell me what to do. I do everything you tell me. For God's sake, if you stripped me naked, took me outside and fucked me in front of all my neighbors, I'd just let you. And I'd cum!"
"In fact," she continued in a conspiratorial whisper, "Karen has specifically asked me to inquire whether she can be there when you take me for the first time."
"Really?" I asked in surprise. "What did you say?"
"It's not my place to say," she informed me. "She asked me to ask you, and it would be presumptuous of me to make a decision in your name."
"But what do you want?" I asked.
"It's not for me to want," she said. "It's for me to obey your decision."
I laughed. "Saying things like that just makes me want to come over there and have you now."
"As you wish," she said in a patently fake demure voice.
"What am I going to do with you?" I asked.
"It is my sincere hope that you are going to fuck my virgin ass, and you will fuck my dripping pussy, and you will fuck my slutty mouth, and then you will continue fucking me for a very, very long time," she said with conviction.
"Oh, my," I said.
I sat in thought for a bit. Then I got back to the conversation that we had started. "Is Karen OK?"
"I think so, though I think we will be having many more conversations," she told me.
"That's a good thing, isn't it?" I asked.
"It is." She paused, then asked, "What should I tell Karen your answer is?"
I thought for a moment, then said, "Tell her maybe. I'll need to speak with her. But if she wants to see me fuck you, then first, she'll need to be in your room tonight when you jill off."
"What?" Cheryl shrieked.
"You're OK with her watching me fuck you for the first time, but not with her seeing you masturbate," I asked with a laugh.
"But when you are fucking me, you will be there, in control. Tonight it will just be me!"
"Really?" I asked intently. "I won't be there with you tonight when you masturbate in front of your daughter?"
Her breath caught, and she whispered, "Oh, God, you will be there."
"Aren't I there every night?"
"You are," she breathed.
"Now you go find your daughter, take her to your room, and show her how much fun a hot-blooded submissive can have, even by herself," I instructed.
"Yes, sir," she breathed, and I hung up the phone.
I started undressing as I went to my door and yelled, "Girl, get your ass up here!"
She arrived moments later, asking, "Yes, sir?"
I grabbed her and pushed her to the bed on her hands and knees. I climbed on behind and pushed into her. She wasn't wet yet, but I managed to get most of the way in. A few strokes later, moisture was not a problem.
"Somewhere in town right now," I said, "there is a woman who is masturbating because I told her to."
"And that excited you, sir, and you wanted to masturbate as well, using your favorite toy?" she asked.
"That's right," I said, pulling her head up by her hair, pinching a nipple between two fingers as I whispered in her ear. "How does it feel to be a sex toy?"
She answered me with her orgasm, which was quickly followed by mine. I loved my life.