She jolted back to reality hearing her son’s voice.
“I came home from school, trying to be quiet knowing you’d have flown home and I was in the kitchen getting a snack when the doorbell rang. I ran to the door, and opening it, saw the two men I’d seen before packing up the Barber’s stuff. They asked if they could use our bathroom since the water was turned off at the Barber’s.” Jeremy looked at his mom thinking he was really stupid to let these strange men in. “I pointed down the hall and went into the kitchen to put the milk and stuff away. I suddenly realized the bathroom was cross from your bedroom and ran down the hall and…” He looked down at his lap, “I saw the men standing over you, and you were…I mean, you weren’t wearing anything.” He looked at his mom. “I don’t know, did they take off your…things?”
Stephanie blushed, “No, I was too tired.” She felt sudden horror, “Go on.”
“I ran in and grabbed the older man’s arm, ‘Come on. You can’t be in here.’ I told him. He brushed my arm away and started taking pictures of you…of your…” Jeremy stammered, looking down at his mother’s lap.
Stephanie looked horrified thinking men had pictures of her naked, “My pussy? Is that what you’re saying?”
“Yes. I tried to stop them, but the older man hit me.” Jeremy looked at his mom.
Stephanie had missed it in her rage, but Jeremy had a black eye. “Oh, God, I’m sorry sweetie.”
“He asked me if I wanted a few bones broken along with the black eye. I felt like such a weak piece of shit when I shook my head. I thought about calling the police, but I knew they’d just beat me and rape you. I watched as the older man ordered, I think it was his son, to get a razor and shaving cream. He said he’d never find your hole with all that bush there.” Jeremy stopped, blushing furiously. “I kept waiting for you to wake up. We no longer were whispering, and you just kept sleeping.”
“That’s alright, I was exhausted. So, they shaved me?” Stephanie asked.
“No, they told me to do it. I refused at first, I told them that you’re my mother and I shouldn’t touch you there.” Jeremy looked like he was going to cry again, “But the younger one sneered and said he’d do it. He’d be a lot faster anyhow since he wouldn’t worry about knicking you. Hearing that, I told them I’d do it.” He looked pleadingly, “I’m sorry. I tried to be really gentle, I tried not to look, but they opened your legs wide and, well, I had to touch you and look carefully.” He looked down at his lap.
Stephanie felt embarrassed thinking her son probably knew the details of her pussy more than her husband Jeff did. “Sweetie, you did what you had to do.”
Jeremy vividly remembered seeing his first pussy, how complex it was. Layers of soft flesh, pinks, tans, reds. The hard nub he assumed was the clitoris. As he shaved he’d had to pull on the lips and shave with his mother responding to his touch. Her hips moving, her legs opening. He remembered the two men cheering him on, calling him a motherfucker. They ordered him to stick his finger into the slick pussy. It seemed to really excite them.