Then, when I’m finished, I would clean her up, maybe dry her, put her back in her original position, and get myself back together. I would be using her own lube that she has in her sex cabinet to prevent any irritations from other lotions or oils, and I would wear a condom because ejaculating inside of Iris seemed like a bad idea. Chance of pregnancy, pretty messy, and plus condoms provided me with easy clean up. After everything was checked and I made sure nothing was out of the ordinary, I would leave. Simply put. I could take a controller in my bag to provide a reason for coming here in the first place but, other than that it would just go back to George’s house and proceed as normal. The whole plan should take about one and a half hour, and the actual sex deed should take at most 30 minutes. This lined up with the anesthesia as it would work in its fullest effect for 1 and a half hours, making it almost impossible to get up at this time. After that, it would diminish to 70% strength for about another hour, then scale down from there. With the sleeping pills and the anesthesia, she should be asleep for a good nine hours straight. At the end of the night, I would return to George’s hours, then go back to sleep.
By morning sunrise, I would have my virginity gone, sexual desires fifilled, and effectively reach the closest attachment you can get with a person (sex) onto my mother. I would explore her body and reach the most vulnerable parts of her, and this made me extremely determined and passionate.
Chapter 15 – The Calm Before the Storm –
It was Saturday, April 2nd. I had scheduled my handout for Friday with George, and to make things less stressful, I encouraged Samuel and another friend Eugene to join us.
Me: Hey Mom, George is planning a sleepover on Friday with some other, can I go?
Iris: Oh of course! You can even do it tomorrow if you want, it is spring break.
Me: No that’s fine, Friday is fine by me. Plus we were supposed to be watching some season finale episode of some show. I don’t even know which one but it seems fun.
Iris: Ok whatever you want. Just don’t leave until I come home from work ok.
Me: Oh sure, I plan on leaving at maybe 9:30. I don’t want to get there too early.
My nerves were off the roof, but I knew my plan was full proof. The only important stage that dictated the whole plan was putting the drugs in her drink. Other than that, I knew I was partially safe. As the week progressed, I looked over everything. I had all the materials, and my plan was still well thought out. However, one thing I had to do was control myself, specifically my nerves. One way I did this was not masturbate since last saturday, the day the sleepover was scheduled. Even then, I rarely fantasized about Iris. Why? To keep control. When sex drive grows, it can weaken logic and control, and in doing that could make me back out of the plan, or worse, mess it up.
At the time, I also felt like the other thing contributing to my anxiety was the reality of my deed. As excited as I was for planning this sexual rendezvous with Iris, the reality hit me hard. I would be having sex with my mother while she was incapacitated. She would never know of this deed and if she did, it would destroy her and me. After the deed was done, there was no going back. On one hand, that presented intimidation, knowing that I’ve had sex with her while she was unconcious, but on another hand, I would know my mother inside and out, experience every part of her bein and soul, and even thought she wouldn’t know it, she would experience the same thing with me.
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