《Sins of the Mothers》
Sex and Life
Sex and Life
Mary groaned out loud as she lay on the hospital bed, waiting to give birth. She remembered how she had once been a skinny girl, but now her belly had swelled to massive proportions. The sterile surfaces in the ward gleamed with the harshelectric lights. Mary wished her little one would just pop out already and spare her more pain. She couldn''t wait to hold him. She thought about her forays into being a clown part time under the alias "Cutie the Clown." Well, now she would have her own child as an audience. Becoming a clown had definitely changed her life. She remembered the events leading up to that fateful night...
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The previous summer she had been hired to perform as a clown for the kids at the official opening of the new town hall, hosted by one, Madame De Vere Carter, a wealthy socialite of intriguing repute. Mary had gone to visit the hall on the day before the actual event. The place was wide and spacious, with a high ceiling adorned with a crystal chandelier, with one great crystal in the centre to represent the moon. Madame Lucille De Vere Carter met her there. She was dressed in shining silver robes with her blond hair in an elaborate beehive. Her face was coloured bright green - this was the kind of fashion statement that was understood to be proper amongst the very wealthy. Only those of the very highest status were allowed to stain their faces permanently green as Lucille had done. It was just as well that shehad the kind of natural good looks that were enhanced by this transformation.
Mary felt somewhat envious as shehad reason to be insecure about her own appearance. No one would call Mary pretty, she knew that. She had unusually large eyes as well, which could make her expression seem rather staring. But with her face plastered with heavy clown makeup, her looks did not matter and she could let herself go. The hostess smiled at her - her lips were coloured a very dark shade of green, almost black. "Many greetings this fine day, Mary, or should I call you Cutie?" she winked. Mary blushed and stammered. Inwardly, she cursed her unfortunate shyness. Ironically, if she were in her clown guise, she probably wouldn''t be making such a fool of herself. The hostess patted her on the arm. "I always feel a clown is a necessary touch to add to an event and we women can do it so much better than those unfortunate men who end up frightening the little ones. Perhaps a demonstration is in order? Show me what you can do."
Mary was only too glad to daub her face and clad herself in her garish silks. She undid her plaits, letting her dirty blond hair hang loose behind her back and allowed herself to slip into her clowning routine. Now she was in her element. She amused her hostess with her juggling and making little balloon animals and cracking jokes lewder than those she would ever utter in front of children. Madam De Vere Carter laughed uproariously and called her the gem of the circus.This narrative has been purloined without the author''s approval. Report any appearances on Amazon.
That evening Mary was in her element. She was not confined to a stage; rather she was everywhere at once: making paper birds for a little boy, doing a hoop trick for a little girl with curly blond hair, giving one of the surprised men sitting with one of the ladies a toupee to place over his bald head and all the while letting her trade mark giggle peal forth. Afterwards she she called over to Madame De Vere Carter, who was dressed in a tight fitting red dress that did more to display her figure than conceal it. Just at that moment, a boy, a few years younger than Mary herself, came and took the chair next to the hostess. Mary stopped and stared. He was the most beautiful boy she had ever seen. If she could have made a perfect specimen from clay, he would be it. He had everything, a fit and athletic form, eyes of the bluest blue, like a fresh spring sky, wavy, dark brown hair that she could run her fingers through, a freckled nose and when he looked at her he smiled the most beautiful smile she had ever seen. "So Cutie," said Madame De Vere Carter, breaking through Mary''s reverie, "you definitely have the talent to amuse."
Mary was still so smitten that she could not answer with a joke or an affected giggle, only breathe "yes..." while staring back at the boy. She knew that if she were not in the guise of Cutie the Clown, she would be too shy to face this angel in the flesh.
Madame De Vere Carter smiled at her in a knowing way. "You approve of my escort?" She observed. "Well this young buck does the full range of services," she patted her belly and Mary noticed for the first time that there was a slight bulge around her midriff. "He can provide wild passion or even be a stud for the right price," continued the hostess. "I was going to discuss the your fee - perhaps as a special treat to mark the occasion, you could hire him instead, for one hour. He would normally charge much more as an hourly rate, but I can grant you an hour of my time. My treat, specially for you, what do you say?" Mary could barely remember agreeing, she felt so giddy and unreal. It seemed like a dream.
They met in a private room upstairs a short while later, their hostess having gracefully retired from the scene. His brown hair was slightly disshevelled. Those startlingly blue eyes of his looked directly into her own. She had never seen anyone so handsome before. "Want to have some real fun, Cutie?" He asked.
She giggled. She could feel her face growing hot underneath all her facepaint. He was really her''s to do as she liked with? Well why shouldn''t she have her fun right here and now, when she had her dream partner and could decide exactly how he must please her? She had experienced new things as a clown and now she longed for something entirely new and dangerously exciting. She pounced on him, wrapping her arms around him and kissing him fully on the mouth. He tasted of strawberries. She unlocked her lips from his. Smears of her white facepaint now adorned his perfect face. She pushed him gently back and straddled him, pulling off her garish silk clothes and her bra and then demolishing his pants. "Give me all you''ve got," she whispered. In this hour, she was liberated alright. How she would face the dawn would be another question.
In the Clear Daylight
In the Clear Daylight
The following morning Mary awoke in her own bed and realised that it had not been a dream. She had cleaned off the traces of sex along with her clown makeup, but every sensation was burned into her memory. Too bad Madame De Vere Carter had been timing them... Mary smiled wryly to herself. In her hour of passion she hadn''t even asked the poor boy''s name. Was she really so shallow as to only value someone for their body? The hostess hadn''t told her... she had just given her a calling card and said with a little laugh that he had different aliases, but was working as her stud just then. Mary flipped over the card she had left on her bedside table and scanned over the list of aliases again. Randy, Romeo... what was this? An attempt to depersonalise that poor boy? She would never forget his gorgeous face, the feel of his warm caress or the taste of his lips... In order to settle her thoughts, Mary realised she would need to talk them over with a friend and knew exactly who it should be. Switching on her vidcom, she called her friend Alison, begging her to come over right away.
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Alison arrived a short while later. After a little small talk, Mary raised one of her friend''s favourite topics - that of male rights in their matriarchal society.
"You would challenge the rules laid down about paternal rights?" Mary asked her friend.
Alison gave her a serious look; "As I have said Mary, a man is more than a walking stiff penis. Why shouldn''t his decisions carry equal weight when deciding on the custody of his own child? His feelings matter too. But the matriarchy tells you otherwise."
Alison had a funny way of referring to this ''matriarchy'' concept as if it were something sentient.
Mary flicked a strand of hair away from her eyes. "I''m glad you had such a loving relationship with your father. I never had one. My mother said she did not need a man in her life."
Alison made a scornful sound. "Pssh, the matriarchy encourages the single mother household structure because it breeds daughters who have a low opinion of men."
"I don''t!" said Mary.
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"I know you don''t dear. You''d never exploit boy or man."
Mary swallowed. She knew she would regret asking, but blurted out anyway; "If the man gave sex in exchange for money, shouldn''t he have paternal rights...?" she bit her lip, but Alison answered readily enough:
"I would harbour grave doubts about the morality and the ethics of a lady who bought the services of a lad. Doesn''t matter if it''s for brief passion, or to give her a child. The proper way to have those things is to build a loving relationship with the right man. I know what goes on behind closed doors, but why people do that..." Alison shook her head.
Mary felt herself blush deeply and knew that she would never confide in her friend what she had done. "M - men and boys all have feelings, I know," she stammered. "I don''t know... I mean, why people would forget that..."
Alison seized on the subject; "I couldn''t agree more," she said, a solemn look in her grey eyes. "An example of sick misandry cropped up the other day - there were these awful harpies gloating about a case where a man broke into a shop and the proprietress, who was skilled in martial arts, beat him and then raped him. They spoke as though she were some kind of heroine and not a felon!"
Mary felt sick. "What! Was this true? It sounds sensationalistic." She rubbed her cheek and struggled to find words. "Are - are they mad?"
"I noticed they came up with strange leaps of logic on why she should not have been arrested," said Alison, shaking her head and causing her dark curls to bounce. "Someone said it was justified because once there were very primitive cultures in the world that were rigidly patriarchal and some of the men in that era did horrible things. I suppose she must have been crazy if she thought her reasoning made any sense."
"That''s really sick," said Mary. "Live and let live, that''s what I want. I don''t know why it should be difficult."
"It''s all part of the objectifying of men," said Alison, sounding like she was reciting a slogan. "A great example was when we were on the walk for the festival of the moon - it was just mum, dad and me. And some of the women wolf-whistled dad. And that''s somehow acceptable, whereas it wouldn''t be if another man did it. Try thinking outside the box. Think how things would seem if other men treated men the way some women do. What if a man had to sell his body to a man, how would he feel then?"
Mary shuddered at the thought, feeling queasy.
Mary was thoroughly unsettled by this discussion and she began to worry for her sexual partner of the previous night. Why had he had to sell his own body? Was he in some kind of trouble? She resolved that she should at least prove that she valued him as a person, not merely for his pretty looks and sexy body. To do that, she would have to become his friend first, that was certain and offer him her help with his situation. The only trouble was that she had no idea where he might go once his service to Madame De Vere Carter had finished. Her only chance would be to sneak into the De Vere mansion that very night. The bare idea made her feel faint, but suddenly she realised what she must do - she must do what had always given her confidence hitherto and assume her role of clown once more. Such a desperate clown persona required more work than the guise of Cutie the Clown. This time she plastered so much makeup onto her face that she could barely recognise herself, painted her mouth as red as blood and outlined her too-large eyes, so that the gaze of her reflection sent shivers down her spine. This night she would defy De Vere Carter and hold the young stud in her arms again, come what may.