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  The Ritual

  By

  Anya Merchant

  Copyright © 2015 by Anya Merchant

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only. It contains substantial sexually explicit language and scenes that may be considered offensive by some readers.

  CHAPTER 1

  It was Friday, and Paul was walking home from his local community college, feeling relaxed and exhausted from the week behind him. Snowflakes drifted lazily on the wind, and though the sky was overcast, it actually felt rather warm out.

  Unlike many of his friends, Paul had stuck around his hometown after graduating from high school the year before. He had loathed watching them pack up and take off for exciting new locations, and wished that he could have gone to school somewhere, anywhere, that would have taken him away from the tiny hamlet he’d grown up in.

  Unfortunately, wealthy as his family was, they had been unwilling to foot the bill for him to go to a better school. Paul’s grades on their own were not enough to earn him any scholarships.

  The snow was turning to slush as it landed on the sidewalk, and Paul could feel the wetness of it beginning to soak into the edges of his sneakers with every step. His step mom, Laurie, had told him to wear his boots today, and he had brushed it off as one of her typically overprotective and unnecessary suggestions.

  Thoughts of his parents floated on the horizon of his mind as he turned the corner down the familiar street that led to their house. Paul had never gotten along with his father, a distant, workaholic of a man who was barely around throughout his childhood and rarely present when he was.

  Paul’s biological mom died when he was still a toddler. He had no memories of her, and the woman that he had known as his mother, the woman who called him her son without any hesitation, was Laurie, who his father had married before Paul’s fourth birthday.

  He closed the last bit of distance between him and the house, and brushed snow out of his hair as he started for the door. Paul noticed that his mom’s car was parked in the driveway, which surprised him a little. Usually she was out and about, running errands during the day.

  He pulled the door open and stepped inside, feeling the warm air of the living room welcoming him in and pushing back the cold. Paul took off his coat and dropped his bag, feeling like he wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of the afternoon parked behind his laptop.

  “Hey sweetie!” Laurie rounded the corner from the kitchen and smiled at him. She was wearing a pink apron over a tight t-shirt and yoga pants, every sexy curve of her body well defined and on full display for him.

  Laurie was an attractive woman. Ever since he’d entered puberty, it had been a fact that Paul had been unable to ignore. She was in her mid-thirties, with an oval face, strikingly beautiful blue eyes, a busty chest, and hips that pushed out into a perfectly sized butt. Paul tried to strike the thoughts out of his head as he looked at her, the outline of her big breasts only highlighted by the tight apron tied around her waist.

  “Hey mom,” he said. “I am so glad that it’s Friday.”

  Paul walked further into the living room and took a seat on the couch. He could smell something cooking in the other room, either cookies, or some other baking project. His mom always made sure that there was something out on the table to keep his sweet tooth in check for the weekend.

  “Your father is going to be out of town through until Wednesday,” said Laurie. “His business trip got extended, something to do with the contract he’s negotiating.”

  “No major loss there.” Paul smiled at Laurie, and she smiled back at him. The two of them were both much closer to each other than either had ever been to his dad. It was a circumstance that evolved naturally, under the same roof.

  “Beth said she might make the trip down tomorrow for a visit,” said Laurie. “It would be nice to have your sister around, for a change.”

  Beth was Paul’s older step sister. She, unlike Paul, had managed to get away from the town and into a nice college. She was only a year older then him at 19, but had an air of maturity about her, and often went out of her way to keep her brother out of trouble.

  “It would be nice to see her again,” said Paul. “It’s been a while.”

  Paul’s relationship with his sister was complicated. Between her and his mom, it had been extremely hard for him to keep his hormones and arousal in check throughout his teenage years. With Laurie, his shame and guilt over the illicit attraction had been enough to keep his actions in check. With Beth, the situation had never been quite so simple.

  From an early age, the two of them had been very open with each other when it came to just about everything. As they became young adults, it was hard for Paul to ignore his sister’s developing figure, and on more than one occasion he had been drawn by his own horniness into spying on her, which Beth had tolerated, in her own strangely exhibitionist way.

  “I plan on cooking you two up a feast,” said his mom. “This house feels so empty sometimes, and speaking of which, there is one other thing that I should mention.”

  The doorbell rang before she could continue. Laurie smiled, and then walked by her son and towards the entranceway.

  “That’s probably her now. Paul, I hope you don’t mind, but a close friend of mine is going to be staying with us for a couple of days. She’s the leader of the Milonics Mindfulness movement I was telling you about.”

  Paul slowly nodded his head. His mom had been talking his ear off about Milonics for the past couple of months. It was the newest fad among the women in the town, and for all she had told him about it, Paul still didn’t really understand what it consisted of. What he did know was that the group was very secretive, and very new age and spiritual in its aspirations.

  “Bea, come on in!” Laurie opened the door and pulled a woman on the other side into a hug. “It’s so good to have you here.”

  “It’s good to be here, Laurie,” said Bea. “I appreciate you being able to host me for my stay. It will make it so much easier for us all to practice than if I had rented a hotel and studio space.”

  Paul looked over, and felt his eyes being drawn in by the woman’s captivating appearance. She had a very nice figure, but what really caught his attention was the way Bea dressed. Underneath the long winter coat, she wore a purple colored robe with gold trim, along with large hoop earrings and a necklace adorned with various colored crystals and gemstones.

  “You must be Paul,” said Bea. “Laurie has told me so much about you.”

  Paul stood up as the woman walked over to him. She held out her hand to shake his, and then stepped forward, getting just a little too close to him. He could feel his body heating up a little as he took her hand into his own.

  “Uh, yeah,” he said. “It’s nice to meet you.”

  “The feeling is mutual.” Bea paused, and for a moment a strange, hot tension hung in the air. Her robe was tied around her in front, but underneath it she wore a low cut shirt that showed off a nice bit of cleavage. Paul began to feel excited about having her under the same roof for the next few nights.

  “Here, I’ll get us all some tea,” said Laurie. “Please, Bea, have a seat.”

  Bea smiled at Paul’s mom, and then at him. There was something in her eyes that made him feel more excited than he should have, as though she was sizing him up for purposes that went into very intimate territory.

  “Paul, has your mother told you much of the Milonic traditions?” Bea asked. She lifted up one of h
er hands and placed it on Paul’s chest. He felt his cock quickly beginning to harden in his pants, and his heart began to beat fast and heavy.

  “Uh, no,” said Paul. “I honestly don’t know much at all.”

  “I can teach you all you need to know.” Bea drew closer to him and whispered into his ear, and let one of her hands brush across Paul’s inner thigh. He couldn’t tell if it was an accident or not, but his cock stiffened and began to bulge out against his jeans in response.

  “Teach…me?” asked Paul. He had no idea how to respond or react. Bea pushed even further up against him, her big breasts making contact with his chest. They were soft, and Paul wanted to grab and grope at them more than he had ever wanted to do anything in his life.

  “Uh-huh,” whispered Bea. “You’re just like my son was, Paul. So young and eager, but lacking the proper knowledge and technique.” Her hand came to a rest on his cock, and for a moment Paul was sure that he was going to blow his load in his pants.

  “Oh god, Bea,” he whispered. She ground her body up against his and pulled her shirt down further, exposing even more of her cleavage and the edge of one of her nipples.

  “Are you a virgin, Paul?”

  He nodded slowly, and felt Bea’s hand begin to work itself up and across his hard bulge, rubbing him off and driving him wild with desire.

  “Do either of you want milk or sugar?” Laurie’s footsteps were heading into the living room, and Bea pulled away from Paul. She smiled innocently at his mom, as though nothing at all unusual had happened.

  “Sure,” said Bea. “I’ll have a bit of both in mine.”

  “Paul? Do you want anything?” asked his mom. Paul watched as her eyes glanced down at his bulge, and he began to blush as an embarrassed look of recognition came over his mom’s face.

  “Uh, no, I’ll just have mine…plain.”

  Laurie looked at the two of them suspiciously for a moment, and then turned and walked back into the kitchen. The second she was out of view, Bea had pushed up against him again. She led him over to the couch, sat him down on it, and began unzipping his pants, with an evil smile on her face.

  “My mom is going to catch us!” said Paul. He nervously tried to push the sexy older woman away, and then felt his resolve begin to give out as her fingers slipped into his boxers and made contact with his hard, sensitive tool.

  “You really know nothing about the Milonic ways, do you Paul?” Bea smiled at him, and then bit her lip with a seductive look in her eyes as she worked his cock out and began to pump it up and down.

  “Bea, you need to…oh god!” Paul wanted her to stop, but more than that, he wanted her to keep going. It felt unbelievably good, and he was quite literally at her mercy.

  “You’ll join in with our ritual Paul, and so will your mom,” whispered Bea. “That’s part of why I came here for the weekend.”

  “Alright, here you guys go!” Laurie walked back into the room, and Paul rushed to cover himself up. He was blushing furiously as his mom made her way over to the couch and coffee table with the tea tray, and could tell from the look on her face that she knew something was going on.

  “Excellent, thank you Laurie,” said Bea. “I was just talking to Paul a little about Milonic mindfulness. I think he could get a lot out of our teachings.”

  Laurie frowned, and brushed a couple of strands of hair out of her face.

  “I thought that it was rare for men to ever be brought into the loop,” she said. “All of the sessions I’ve gone to with you have just been women.”

  Bea looked over at Paul, and then smiled. It was a different expression than the devilish one he had seen before, and for a moment, it was hard for him to see her as the same tempestuous cougar that had been teasing him with her touch just seconds earlier.

  “Laurie, only through meditating with men and women together can any of us transcend the chains of the ego that bind us.” Bea stood up and walked behind Paul’s mom. She began to massage Laurie’s shoulders gently, and Paul watched as his mom’s face softened.

  “I…guess you’re right,” she finally said. “But I don’t really think Paul, of all people, would be a good fit for it. I have to set my foot down on this, I know you’re a spiritual guru, but it’s just how I feel.”

  Bea nodded slowly.

  “I understand. You are his mother.” She walked over to Paul and set her hand down on his thigh, an action which caused his rock hard cock to ache for release. “We can continue on with the session with just the usual group, for now. Though I think you might begin to see just why it would help your son so much, if you look closely.”

  Laurie still looked very skeptical, but she shrugged, and then began pouring herself a glass of tea.

  “We’ll see about that. Anyway, I have to start preparing dinner.”

  “I’ll give you a hand,” said Bea. “It’s the least that I can do.”

  She turned and winked at Paul, and he felt a strangely pleasurable shiver go down his back.

  Dinner was a relatively normal affair, all things considered. Paul’s mom and Bea chatted about their lives and the Milonics movement. Oddly enough, Paul felt like the more he heard about it, the less he understood. He had initially assumed that it was just a mishmash of new age ideas, yoga, healthy living, positive thinking, that kind of thing. But as he listened in, he only began to feel more confused.

  “Milonics holds the key to achieving a new level of closeness between loved ones,” said Bea. “I’ve explained this to you before, haven’t I, Laurie?”

  Paul’s mom nodded, and then blushed bright red.

  “Yes, of course,” she said. “I just feel like…well, that part of it I’m still not sold on. It would be a really big step.”

  “Social conditioning is the only thing that’s holding you back,” said Bea. “Once you move beyond it, you will truly be free.”

  They shifted off topic, and Paul finished eating a few minutes later. It was getting late, and he finished the rest of the food on his plate and then stood up.

  “I’m headed to bed, mom.” He walked over and leaned in to give her a kiss on the cheek. His mom glanced over to Bea, who nodded, and then turned back to him.

  “Goodnight, sweetie.” Laurie leaned forward, and Paul felt her lips push against his. He almost jumped back with surprise, but his mom ran her hand through his hair, and he felt his cock begin to throb and ache in a familiar way. The smell of her perfume was fragrant and flowery, the same one she had always worn, all throughout his childhood.

  The kiss went on much longer than any that a mother and son typically share ever should. Paul slowly pulled away afterwards, feeling more than a little unnerved, but also strangely turned on. His mom was still blushing fiercely, and wouldn’t meet his gaze.

  “Goodnight, Paul,” said Bea. “I’m looking forward to our Milonics meeting tomorrow. Even if you don’t take part in it, I’d like for you to meet some of the other members.”

  Paul nodded slowly, and then turned and headed up to his room, feeling more confused than ever.

  CHAPTER 2

  Paul’s mind was clouded with vivid sexual images when he woke up the next day. He had a bad case of morning wood, and his cock throbbed beneath his legs, begging for release.

  It wasn’t something that he was unused to, as a healthy, hormonal 18 year old. Usually, however, it was a little more manageable and a little less all consuming. Paul had never been so horny before in his entire life, and he knew that the events of the previous day, Bea’s advances and his mom’s strange behavior, had something to do with it.

  “Paul honey, are you awake?” There was a soft knock on his door, and before Paul could answer, his mother walked into his room. She was wearing a tiny, almost insubstantial nightgown, and as far as he could tell, had on no underwear underneath.

  “Mom!” Paul rushed to cover up the tent rising up from his crotch in the sheets. “I’m still, uh, getting dressed.”

  “It’s okay sweetie, I just wanted to talk to you about
what happened yesterday.” Laurie sat down next to her son on the bed and put her hand on his shoulder. “About Bea…”

  Paul wasn’t sure what to say. It was hard for him to even think clearly. His mom’s tits were practically popping out of the top of her gown, and he could see the outline of her nipples just as clearly as she could see the shape of his hard on.

  “She seems like a very…open minded woman,” he finally said.

  “Yes. A lot of what she teaches in the Milonics sessions is pretty out there.” His mom smiled ruefully at him, and let her hand mindlessly meander lower, onto Paul’s thigh and close to his throbbing erection. “But some of it, Paul, has really helped me. That’s why I offered to let her stay with us this weekend.”

  “Of course, mom, I understand.” Paul nodded a little more vigorously than he needed to, his entire body tingling with lust and intense sexual urges as his mom absently began to brush her fingers along his hard member. He felt confused and a little guilty for enjoying it, but knew that it wasn’t his fault.

  “I don’t think she’s right about everything, just so you know,” said Laurie. “Some of the stuff she’s said about me and you is…well, it’s ridiculous, honestly.”

  She shook her head, and then stood up from the bed reached her arms out towards him.

  “Come here, honey. Give mommy a hug.”

  Paul felt his cheeks blush as she spoke. It was a little embarrassing for him to be so close and familiar with her, even if she was his mother, and they were in private. But he was willing to indulge her, and stood up to reciprocate the embrace.

  The second Paul’s body met with his mom’s, he realized that he’d grossly underestimated just how turned on and horny he was. His erection poked right up against his mom’s stomach, and the feeling of her big, soft boobs against his chest only sent more blood rushing down to his lower half.

  “I want us to spend as much time together this weekend as we can,” whispered Laurie. “You’ve been so busy lately, sometimes I think that you don’t have time for me anymore.”