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 Dear reader This is the fifth installment of ILLUMINAUHGTIES, which will
cover the second half of the 20th century.

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   SCHOOL DAZE

   Ray was stunned, and stared blankly at the door his mother had closed on
her way to the bathroom.  She knew about him jacking off in her panties. 
She obviously approved.  He felt the damp panty crotch and sniffed the
musky fragrance before wrapping it around his cock and stroking.  He had
fondled his mothers tits and sucked her nipples.  How much further would
she let him go?  Could he fuck her?

   The thought of fucking his mother sent him mover the edge.  It was the
Mt.  Vesuvius of ejaculations.  He was exhausted, and quickly drifted off.

   "Ray," Mom said, shaking him.  "You have to get ready for school.  You
better take a quick shower.  You smell like cum."

   He showered, ate breakfast, grabbed his brown bag lunch.  Eddie walked
with him tom the corner of 19th Street and Third Avenue where Buddy and
Yogi were waiting for him, and Rex and Dennis and Byron waited for Eddie.
Eddie and his friends bicycled off.  Yogi and Buddy walked their bikes,
with their books strapped awkwardly to the rear racks.

   "Y'all go on without me," Ray said.  "I forgot something at home." He
raced off before they had a chance to answer.  At home, he rushed through
the front door, making it bang against the wall.

   "Mom!" he called.

   She ran into the living room from the bedroom hallway.

   "What?  What's wrong, Baby?"

   He threw hems around his mothers waist, and kissed her passionately. 
She kissed back, placed her hands on his buttocks and pulled her to him,
with her crotch rubbing against his thigh.

   Ray grabbed a handful of his mother's left tit and fondled it with his
right hand while squeezing her right ass cheek with his left hand.

   Mom forcefully pushed him away, and took a deep breath before saying,
"Get out of here.  You'll be late for school."

   He turned to leave, afraid that he had stepped over the line.

   "We'll continue this the next time we're alone," Mom stage whispered.

   Ray looked back.  Mom smiled seductively and winked.

   Buddy and Yogi were still standing at the intersection.

   "What'd you forget?" Yogi asked.

   "Forget?  Nothing.  I mean, I thought I forgot my books, but then I
remembered that they're all in my locker."

   "SO?" Buddy asked, "What's it like, having amnesia?"

   "I don't remember.  One minute, I was riding home to lunch Thursday, and
the next thing I know, I was waking up in my bed a little before noon,
Saturday." He didn't tell them about the strange thoughts and urges he'd
had since waking up.  He knew something had changed, and changed
drastically.  He was not the same person they knew Thursday.  Ray knew he
had to act like the same person he had been before the accident; the before
'The Awakening' Ray; the boring Ray; the goody-two-shoes Ray.  He couldn't
let them see the Awakened Ray, the horny Ray; the mother molesting Ray.

   "Why are you blushing?" Buddy asked.

   "I'm not blushing."

   "Yes you are," Yogi said.

   "I'm just red from running there and back.  Okay?"

   "It's your mother," Buddy said.  "Isn't it?"

   "My m...mother?"

   "She was bragging on you again.  Wasn't she?" Yogi said.

   "Yeah," Buddy laughed.  "Sometimes, I think she does it, just to see you
blush."

   Ray was afraid for a moment that Buddy and Yogi had followed him home,
and saw him and Mom in their erotic embrace.  The memory gave him a painful
erection; painful because it was crammed down into the crotch of his
briefs, between his legs.

   "Hop on the handlebars," Yogi said.  "I'll give you a lift."

   In the classroom, his fellow students gathered around him to ask about
his amnesiac adventure.  He told them the same thing he told Buddy and
Yogi. Mrs.  Richards entered and everyone took their alphabetically
assigned seats.

   She walked to Ray's desk and asked, "How are you feeling, Ray?"

   "Fine, ma'am."

   "If you feel dizzy, or head-achy, or nauseous, you let me know, and I'll
send you to the nurse.  Okay?"

   "Yes ma'am, I feel fine." He said, seeing his teacher in a new light. 
He had never thought of her as sexy before.  She wasn't homely.  Her face
was pretty in a dull plain Jane sort of way.  and she dressed
conservatively in dark colored jackets and skirts with a white lacy blouse.
Today it was a boat neck, but not scooped very low.

   It was her eyes.  She had sexy eyes.  Fuck me eyes, like Bridgette
Bardot's eyes.

   I saw it.  I never saw it as a kid, but I didn't know what to look for.
But I saw it and the kid sensed what I saw.  I had to somehow convince him
to make and hold eye contact with her at every opportunity.  He (I) had
never been able to do that.  I didn't learn to do it until I was a cop in
the late '60s.  Would I become a cop again in this new life?  Can I avoid
marrying my first wife and the 13 years of marital misery she brought me?

   When the lunch bell rang, Mrs.  Richards asked Ray to stay so she could
catch him up on what he'd missed Thurdsay afternoon and Friday.

   Ray stood in front of her desk as she pushed a sheet of paper toward
him. She held a pencil in her right hand, using it as a pointed as she
explained the reading lise she has written out for him.  Her blouse saged
down just enough to give Ray a glimpse of a hint of cleavage.  She had
small breasts, and it appeared that she might not be wearing a brasserie.

   "Ray?"

   Ray looked up, realizing that he had been caught in the act.  He looked
her in the eye.  He was embarrassed and blushing, but he held eye contact,
and said, "Sorry ma'am.  I was distracted."

   "So I noticed," she said, with just the hint of a smile, before
redirecting Ray's attention to the sheet of paper.  "Read all this.  I'll
test you on it Wednesday."

   "Yes, ma'am," he said, as him eyes moved from the paper to her hint of
cleavage to her eyes."

   "Thank you ma'am," He said looking into his teacher's eyes, Bridgette
Bardot Eyes, Fuck Me Eyes."

   It was Mrs Richards' turn to blush.  He looked into her eyes and saw her
lasciviousness.  He saw her Need.  She knew he saw it, and she knows that
he knows that she knows he knows.

   Ray took his paper, left the room and met with his classmates for lunch.
He couldn't believe what just happened, if it did happen.  Mrs.  Richards'
eyes begged him to fuck her.  She was a married woman with a daughter.

   Ray was saying, "No way!"

   I'm saying, "No doubt."

   Oh my God.  The kid's arguing with me.  He can't believe that a school
teacher would want a sixth grader to fuck her.

   Believe it, Kid!  Believe it!

   He won't believe it.  But the seed's planted.  Now, it's a fantasy, a
teacher fucking fantasy.  From now on, he's going to look at her
differently, and she's going to know it, and look at him differently.

   "Does anyone think Mrs.  Richards is sexy?" Ray asked.

   "Mrs Richards," Chubby laughed.  "No."

   "I don't know," Buddy said.  "Sometimes when you're looking at the right
angle."

   "Or when she's looking at you," Yogi said.  "Her eyes look...hungry."

   "Bridgette Bardot eyes," Ray said.

   "Fuck me eyes," Buddy stated.  "She's got fuck me eyes."

   The bell rang, and the students filed back into their classrooms.

   Mrs Richards called roll, and it quickly became obvious that the
classroom atmosphere changed.  There were giggles and whispers.  She fired
eye darts at the gigglers, and they hushed.

   She looked directly at each student until she got to me.

   "Ray Gordon," she said, staring into my eyes.

   "Present," Ray replied, holding eye contact.

   She called the next name without taking her eyes off of me, then the
next and the next and the next until someone failed to respond.  While we
maintained eye contact the only thing Ray could think of was "Fuck Me"
eyes. He visualized fucking her.  His left hand unconsciously drifted to
his crotch, and he squeezed his bulge.  She was the only person to catch
the movement.

   For the rest of the day, Mrs.  Richards would make eye contact, and Ray
would hold it until she let go.  Once, he was certain, she broke eye
contact to glance at his crotch then return to eye contact.  Was that a
smile.

   The bell rang and Ray was nearly out the door when Mrs.  Richards called
him back to her desk.

   "You've changed.  You're different.  Do you feel different?"

   "No.  I...uh...I mean yes ma'am.  I feel different."

   "Different?  In what way?"

   "I get weird thoughts and ideas," Ray confessed, feeling the
irresistible urge to be honest.  "Sometimes I say things I didn't mean to
say out loud."

   "These are thoughts and ideas that you've never had before?"

   "No.  It's not like I've never had them before.  They're just, I don't
know how to explain it.  They're almost like a voice in my head."

   "A voice in your head?"

   "No.  No.  No, it's not like that.  Not like I'm really hearing voices
in my head.  It's more like I'm talking to myself."

   "Do you argue with yourself?"

   "Wanna...Uh...argue?  No.  I gotta go.  Mom's waiting for me.  She's
going to buy me a new bike." He rushed out of the classroom.  He did argue
with himself sometimes.  Was that a symptom of some kind of crazy?  At the
moment Mrs Richards asked that question, he was having an internal
argument. He barely stopped himself from blurting out, "Wanna Fuck?"

   "What is wrong with you?" he asks.

   Nothing, I respond.  You are a happy healthy horny almost teenager. 
You're supposed to think like that.

   "How was school?" Mom asked as Ray slid into the passenger's seat.

   "It was okay."

   "It was okay." she mimicked.  "It's always 'okay,' you never talk about
what's going on in your life, and I want to know."

   "Mrs Richards says I've changed.  That I'm different."

   "Well, duh?" Mom laughed.  "You are different."

   "How did she know?  I didn't do anything different.  I didn't say
anything different.  I almost did, but I stopped myself."

   "What did you almost say?"

   Ray blushed.  "I can't tell you."

   "Yes you can.  You can tell me anything.  I want you to tell me
everything.  I want to be your best friend."

   "Wanna Fuck?"

   "What?" Mom asked, surprised.  Then she chuckled, "Oh, that's what you
almost said to Mrs.  Richards."

   "Yes ma'am," Ray sighed, then realized that it could have been
interpreted a response to her statement, 'I want to be your best friend.'
His face turned a brighter red.

   "Mrs Richards?" Mom asked.  "I frequently eavesdrop on you and your
buddies, I can't recall her name ever mentioned when y'all were talking
about sexy teachers."

   "I never noticed it until today," Ray said.  "She's got sexy eyes.  I
talked to the guys about it and they agreed.  Sexy eyes.  Bridgette Bardot
eyes.  Fu..."

   "Say it."

   "Fuck Me eyes."

   Ray told his mother about the roll call eye contact incident, as Mom
parked at Western Auto.

   "Which one do you want?" Mom asked as they entered the store.

   "That one," Ray said, pointing at the nearest 26' boys bike.  Mom talked
the manager into selling the floor model so her son could get back in the
saddle as soon as possible after his accident.

   "Thanks Mom," Ray said as he pushed the bike onto the parking lot. 
"I'll see you later."

   Ray arrived at the forest at the moment Eddie, Rex, Dennis, Byron and a
smaller kid were walking out.  The seven year old was a pretty boy, with
girlish lips.

   "I'm sorry," the pretty boy said.  "I have to get home."

   Ray shocked himself and the others when he unzipped his jeans and pulled
his cock out.

   "Oh God!" Pretty Boy gasped.  "Y'all stand where nobody can see from the
street."

   The four huddled around and watched Pretty Boy take most of Ray's cock
down his throat.  Ray looked around and noticed an open space in the
foliage, where nearly two car lengths of 21st Street was visible.  All
anyone would be able to see was a one second glimpse at the boys' backs.

   For a second, Fuck Me eyes made eye contact with Ray, who
instantaneously ejaculated into Pretty Boy's pretty girly mouth.

   Equally instantaneous was the squeal of brakes, and the sound of rubber
sliding on asphalt.

   Eddie and the others scattered, while Ray struggled to shove his dick
back into his pants and zip up.  In his haste, his zipper caught a piece of
loose skin where his foreskin would have been if he had one.

   Mrs Richards' car slowly backed into view.  Ray gritted his teeth and
yanked the zipper down.  A brief yelp of pain escaped his lips before he
got under control.  He got his now limp dick tucked in and his pants zipped
up when he heard Mrs Richards calling.

   "Ray?"

   "Hi, Mrs.  Richards."

   "I'm glad I ran into you," she said, handing Ray a card.  "I want you to
know that you can talk to me about anything.  Anytime.  Here's my home
phone number.  Please don't let anyone else have it."

   "Thank you, ma'am," Ray said, taking the card before realizing that his
hand was coated with fresh cum.

   Sexy eyes shifted downward looking at Ray's crotch, then back up again.
"I apologize for interrupting whatever I interrupted," she said with a
naughty grin before driving away.

   How was he going to explain away the cum stains.  He knew his father was
home.  The Pond was created by an leaky old overgrown forgotten fire
hydrant at the corner of Third Avenue and 22nd Street.  The water filled an
eight foot by four foot oval depression that was about four inches deep at
it's deepest point.  Ray laid down in the pond and scrubbed the jeans
thighs with his hands.

   "What happened to you?" Dad asked when Ray entered the living room.

   "I slipped and fell into the ditch."

   "You fell in the ditch?" Mom asked, shoving him out of the living room,
down the hall to the bathroom.  "That water is nasty.  Get out of those
clothes and shower off real good.  No telling what kinds of germs are in
that water."

   Ray did as he was told.

   Mom returned to the bathroom with clean jeans and tee shirt.

   "Don't try to lie, Ray.  You're no good at it.  You may as well have a
flashing neon sign on your forehead that says LIAR!"

   "I couldn't tell the truth."

   "You owe me." Mom said.  "You gotta tell me what happened as soon as we
have time together."

   After he showered, he noticed that Mom forgot to bring him a pair of
underwear.  He put on the jeans and tee shirt, and joined the family at the
dinner table.

   As usual, Dad said the blessing, where he droned on and on about the
things he was grateful for, then about friends or relatives who may need
His help, then his personal request, "Lord, please give my oldest son
enough since to stay out of the ditch.  Amen."

   "Boy?" Dad said.

   Mom cleared her throat.

   Dad looked at her.

   She stared him down and shook her head.

   So Dad moved on to his second favorite target of derision; Niggers.  The
supreme court decision to integrate public schools a year earlier drove
southerners crazy.  Ray had never noticed any animosity toward Negroes
before.  White people were condescending and more or less benevolent toward
Niggers.  The word, Nigger, wasn't considered derogatory.  It was just a
word.  The tone used when saying the word revealed its meaning.

   The only African Americans with whom Ray had contact were uneducated
field hands, or maids.  He had no reason to doubt the white race's
superiority.  The problem was that he had been raised to be a blue collar
southern gentleman.  Southern Gentlemen were chivalrous.  Southern
Gentlemen didn't kick a man when he was down.  He gave a hand up.  He was
always courteous and helpful.  Most disconcerting to Ray was the fact that
His father and uncles and most of the men he knew, were scared.  They were
afraid of niggers.  The Superior does not fear the inferior.  Unless he
doubts his superiority.

   Dad, Uncles and friends were not acting gentlemanly.  Ray had no doubt
about his superiority.  Dad babbled about a city in Mississippi or Alabama
that passed a law against white students going to school with black
students.  The white kids could be fined or go to jail.

   "Can y'all imagine going to school with niggers?"

   Eddie laughed and said, "No."

   "It would be embarrassing for them," Ray said.  "They wouldn't be able
to keep up.  I'm smarter than grown up niggers, and I'm only 12 years old.
What chance are their kids going to have."

   "How many grown up colored people do you know?"

   "Hanna (the lady who does our laundry and ironing and cleans house twice
a week), LeRoy, the shoeshine boy at the barbershop, The guy who works at
the Esso station, and the guy who mops the floors at Fowler's Pharmacy."

   "There are colored doctors and lawyers," Mom said.

   "There are?"

   "Yeah," Dad smirked.  "But they get them degrees from nigger colleges.
Don't mean nothing in the real world." He rambled on about segregation
until he got tired and went to bed early.

   "I'm going to take a nice long bubble bath," Mom said.

   Eddie came to Ray's room and whispered, "What happened after we left?"

   Ray told him.

   "She saw the cum on your hand and pants?  And she apologized for
interrupting us?  And she gave you her phone number?"

   "Are you going to call her?" Mom asked, startling the boys, who thought
she was taking a nice long bubble bath.  She stood in Ray's doorway wrapped
in a bath towel that covered from mid boob to mid thigh.  The towel spread
apary ay the swell of her hip, exposing her outer thigh, almost to the hip.

   "Call her?" I parroted.

   "Yes.  She obviously wants to get to know you better.  She said you
could talk to her any time, why not call her now, so Eddie and I can listen
in.  Don't let her know we're here."

   Mom got the phone from the hall and brought it into my room.  It had a
long cord so it could be taken into any of the three bedrooms.  She sat on
Ray's left and Eddie sat on his right.

   Ray dialed

   Ray's hand trembled as he listened to the rings, and hoping that she
wouldn't answer.  But she did answer on the fourth ring.

   "Hello?"

   Ray studdered, "Hi...uh...er...I..."

   "Ray?  Is that you?"

   "Yes ma'am.  I can call back some other time if..."

   "Nonsense.  I said you can call at any time.  I meant it."

   Ray didn't know what to say.

   "Did you want to talk about something?"

   "No.  I guess not.  Not really?"

   Mom grabbed a pencil and paper from Ray's desk, and quickly wrote, 'Ask
her if she really mean you could talk to her about ANY THING.'

   "If you're just making sure you can call at any time, that's fine.  I'll
be here when you need me."

   "Did you mean it when you said that I could talk about any thing?"

   "Yes, Ray.  You can talk about anything you want to talk about.  You can
say anything you feel like saying.  Ask any question you want to ask about
any thing.  No question is off-limits.  No subject is taboo."

   "Oh...wow.  Really?"

   "Yes, Ray.  Really," Mrs.  Roberts said.  "And, again, I apologize for
interrupting your activities."

   Ray coughed and cleared his throat.

   "Don't be embarrassed.  It's perfectly normal for boys your age to
experiment sexually.  I was fooling around like that with my friends when I
was younger than you."

   "What all did you do?"

   "I don't know if I should tell..."

   Mom urged Ray to say, "You said, 'Nothing off limits.' You said, 'No
subject is taboo.  That's what you said."

   "You're right.  We played with each other's vaginas."

   "Ask if they stuck their fingers in each other's pussies," Mom
whispered, covering the mouthpiece with her hand.

   "Did y'all finger fu...uh...stick your fingers in each other's pussies?"

   "You were going to say finger fuck.  Weren't you?"

   "Well...er..."

   "Remember, no taboos.  You can say Fuck.  You can say anything you want
to say.  Do anything you want to do."

   "Wanna Fuck?"

   There was a gasp on the other end of the line, and a long silence before
she whispered, "Yes, Ray.  I wanna fuck."

   Mom's hand covered the mouthpiece, and she whispered, "Ask her if she
will suck your cock."

   "Will you suck my cock?"

   "Yesss.  I'll do anything you want me to do," Mrs Richards said, then
giggled, "You were getting your cock sucked when I saw you in the woods."

   "Yes ma'am."

   "Who was sucking it?"

   "I can't..."

   "You won't be snitching.  They won't get in trouble.  They don't have to
know that I know.  I just like to keep an eye on my more adventurous
students.  I may have some of them in my class a year or two from now.  Who
was sucking your cock?"

   "I don't know his name.  I call him Pretty Boy.  He's a second grader at
Frank Caufield."

   "A seven year old boy?  And you came in his mouth?"

   "Yes ma'am in his mouth on his face and the front of his shirt.  I came
when you hit the brakes, and the others scattered, and I got my dick caught
in my zipper and it hurt like hell to unzip it."

   "I thought you looked like you were in pain when I talked to you.  You
should have told me.  I would have kissed your bobo to make it feel
better."

   "Ask her when y'all can fuck," Mom whispered in Ray's ear.

   "When can we fuck?"

   "You can meet me at my house after school.  Or sooner if you can sneak
over here in the middle of the night."

   "What about your husband?"

   "You're not his type.  He's into young girls.  We have separate
bedrooms. There's a door to the back yard from my room."

   Ray's erection was painfully restrained in the left lef of his jeans. 
He squirmed to find a more comfortable position.  Mom saw his discomfort,
and unzipped his jeans.  She motioned for him to stand up so she could pull
his pants down.  His cock nearly slapped his mothers face once freed from
its fabric prison.

   Ray let out a deep satisfied sigh, as the pain dissipated.

   "Are you rubbing your cock, Ray?"

   Nom motioned for Eddie to do the same.  Eddie didn't hesitate.  He was
out of his pants and proudly stroking his dick.

   "Yes Mrs Richards.  I'm jacking off.  Thinking about your Fuck Me eyes."

   "You saw it.  You saw it in my eyes.  I knew you saw it.  Saw the real
me, the nympho me.  The slut me.  Cock hungry whore me."

   "Tell her you have to go," Mom said.  "It's bedtime."

   "I gotta go.  I'll see you tomorrow."

   "At school.  And after?"

   "Yes ma'am at school and after."

   Mom hung the phone up.  "That was so hot!" she said, putting her right
hand between her legs and rubbing her clit.

   Ray and Eddie gawked, wide eyed and slack jawed.

   "What?  Girls can't have fun too?" She asked as her towel dropped.

   Eddie rushed to her and hugged, burying his face between her boobs, then
kissing each one, and ended up sucking her right nipple.  She beckoned Ray
who latched onto her left nipple.  They sucked their mother's tits and
jacked off while she finger fucked herself.  Ray came all over her thigh
and crotch.  Mom orgasmed.  She moaned and rammed two fingers deeply into
her soaking cunt, and shivered violently, before going limp.

   "I'm sorry, Mom.  I didn't mean..."

   "No apology necessary," Mom chuckled.  "Mamma loved it."

   "Mom, you liked Ray cumming on you!?!" Eddie gasped.

   "I hope you didn't say that loud enough for your father to hear," Mom
whispered, as she scooped cum off her thigh and rubbed it into her
pussy."And, yes.  I liked Ray cumming on me.  I loved it."

   "May I do it again?" Ray asked.

   "Make it quick," she said, lying on her back.  "You two need to get your
rest.  Big day tomorrow."

   It didn't take long, standing over his mother's body and sliding his
hand up and down his cockshaft.  The first load shot out on her tits.  The
next two pumped out onto her cunt.

   "Okay," she said.  "That's it.  Get some sleep."