"Paul, to begin, we need you to be in an open, accessible state," said Bea. "We are going to be touching and massaging your body. It's going to be very gentle, but for us to do it effectively, we need you to take off your shirt and pants."
Paul felt his heart beating faster in his chest. He was nervous, and wondered why Bea had requested that his mom leave for his exercise. Having her there would have gone a long way to relaxing him.
"Okay," he said, after a moment. He began taking his shirt off, and then his pants, wondering just how it was that he'd ended up becoming a participant in the strange Milonics exercise.
"You can leave your boxers on, young man," said Bea. The women in the room giggled, and Paul felt his cheeks heat up.
"Alright." He finished undressing, and then sat back down on the couch, feeling cold and exposed.
"Now Paul, we know this is going to be embarrassing, but we need to talk to you about the urges and cravings of your body." Bea kneeled down, so she was at his height on the couch, and looked directly into his eyes. "When you were masturbating earlier today, what were you thinking about?"
Paul felt like he was going to die of embarrassment. He looked around the room, as though trying to formulate an escape plan. The faces of the women were all staring back at him, and the number of them that he recognized from around town only made him feel even worse.
"Uh…what?" asked Paul. "I can't, that's not really something that I…talk about."
Bea looked over towards a woman that Paul recognized, Stacy. She was one of the more attractive mothers in the neighborhood, and had always been open to Paul hanging out with her son. Bea gestured to her, and she came over and crouched next to him.
"Paul, I went through this very same line of questioning," said Stacy. "We all did. And let me tell you, it was tough. But if you can be honest about it, and open, you will find that it only leads to positive places."
Stacy put one of her hands down on Paul's thigh, sending a hot, exciting sensation across his body. He began to worry that he might get a hard on, and decided to just answer the questions and move things forward as quickly as he could.
"I was, uh…I was watching porn," said Paul. "I was thinking about naked women, and sex, I guess."
"Paul, your mom told me about the hug the two of you shared before that," said Bea. "She told me about how she felt your erection against her, and how you rubbed yourself on her during the embrace."
Paul squirmed in his seat. His cock began to harden as he remembered the incident, growing to the point where it would soon be impossible to hide from the prying eyes of Bea and the women.
"Well, I woke up like that," said Paul. "And then mom came in, and I hugged her, and it just kind of…happened."
"Paul, things like that don't just happen," said Bea. "Tell me…have you ever looked at your mom before? As a woman?"
Paul felt his cock stiffening. He wanted nothing more than to be out of the living room at that moment, but the women around him were drawing in closer. Stacy was rubbing her hand further up his thigh, and another woman joined in with her hand on his other leg.
"Uh, what?" asked Paul. "No, of course not!"
"Paul, Milonics is a movement that has its foundation, its roots, in true self-awareness and understanding. If you don't allow yourself to acknowledge and take responsibility for your thoughts, even the ones that shame you, then you can never be free of them."
Paul was shaking his head back and forth. He couldn't do it. The situation was too weird, and his emotions were all over the place. He stared at Bea's chest, her big boobs pushing out and teasing him with their seductive beauty, and true to what she had been suggesting, thoughts of his own mother began to seep into his mind.
"Alright, let's try something else." Bea nodded to Stacy, and the hand on Paul's thigh began to slip in closer to his hard member.
"Hey Paul," said Stacy. "I know this must be weird enough for you, with me being Tony's mom, but I want to help you."
She let her fingers graze across Paul's cock, and he let out a soft moan. She took his erection out of his boxers, and slowly began to stroke it, sending intense waves of pleasure through Paul's body.
"What…what are you…?" Paul was breathing heavy, in disbelief of what was happening.
"You have to give in to fully reach a state of mindfulness, Paul," said Stacy. "I know it's scary, but just accept it."
She was pumping his cock up and down faster now. Paul was confused. It felt like she was giving him a hand job, and an amazing one, at that, but his mind wouldn't let him believe it, not in the context of the Milonics exercise.
"Paul I want you to give in, and find your release," whispered Stacy. "Don't think about how wrong what I'm doing is. Don't think about me, not as Tony's mom, or as some MILF or cougar that you and your friends dream about. Just give into the pleasure."
"Oh god," moaned Paul. "How is this happening?"
Stacy licked her lips, and then leaned her mouth forward and began to suck on the tip of Paul's penis. It was an amazing sensation, and Paul's hips bucked into the air wildly, desperate to feel more of the warm, wet inner confines of his friend's mom's mouth.
"Yes, just like that, Paul." Bea leaned forward and pushed her breasts into his face. "This is all for you, Paul. We want to free you from yourself."
The other women in the room began to run their hands across Paul's body. It felt like something out of a dream, as though he had fallen into his own harem, full of beautiful older women who were willing to do anything to please him.
"Oh god!" Paul felt Stacy's mouth sucking him off hard, and a strange guilt descended on him. "Stacy…I'm about to…"
"Do it, Paul," whispered Bea.
Stacy pulled her mouth off his cock right as it began to explode. He watched as the tip of his member shot out white hot strands of cum all over the gentle, caring face of the mother of one of his closest friends. He felt conflicted, but pleasure fogged over his mind and kept him from being able to do anything about it.
"It's okay, Paul," said Bea. "It's okay. There is nothing to be ashamed about with what just happened."
Stacy was licking Paul's cum off her lips, and watching her almost gave him a second wind of horniness. It was the first time that Paul had ever cum at the hands of another person, and the strange circumstances surrounding it were almost too much for him to handle. Several of the women were running their hands across his chest and through his hair, as though they were trying to help him process it all.
"I don't know what to say." Paul looked at Bea, and felt like he was waiting for her to guide him forward.
"You don't have to say anything, Paul," said Bea. The door opened behind her, and before he had a chance to cover up, his mother had stepped in through it.
"Mom!" Paul jumped up from the couch and struggled to tuck his cock back into his boxers. Laurie saw the state he was in, blushed bright red, and then turned away.
"Oh…did it go well?" Laurie sounded fearful, and just as conflicted as Paul felt. "The exercise, I mean."
"Yes, it went very well," said Bea. "He is still very much ruled by his social conditioning and insecurities. It will be a while before he has reached a state of true understanding. But then again, the same goes for you, my dear."
Laurie turned back towards the group and shook her head from side to side slightly.
"Bea, I don't know about this," she said. "Maybe it's a bad idea for us to-"
"No," said Bea. "You must understand, Laurie. Once the two of you truly understand, and have achieved the final level of closeness with each other, you will be free."
Stacy stood up and walked over to Paul's mom, with a couple of drops of his cum still on her chin and cheeks. Laurie saw her, and opened her mouth in surprise. Paul understood exactly what his mom was going through. He was going through it, too.
"Laurie, your son needs this," said Stacy. "You both need this. More than you know. It will bring the two of you to a new place. A better place."
Laurie was shaking her head, but Paul could tell from the way her eyes looked at him, full of love, care, and concern, that Bea's message was getting through. He found himself being even more confused, and moved away from the women slightly.
"Paul, your feelings are just as important on this," said Bea. "Why don't you clear your head for a couple of hours? We need to do some preparations before the next Milonics exercise, anyway."
"…Okay." Paul slowly put his clothes back on. His emotions were all over the place, and it was hard for him to look at his mom. It was as though his mind didn't want to think about what was going on. There were too many long held beliefs and sexual hang ups in the way.
He walked to the entranceway, put his shoes on, and headed outside. As soon as he'd shut the door behind him, his thoughts stopped clogging and began to flood his head. He felt ashamed, guilty, confused, and strangely eager.
Paul walked down the street and towards a nearby park, feeling the chill of winter biting at his cheeks. His friend's mom had given him a blowjob, and all the other women there had watched. It was almost unbelievable to him, and yet, from the sound of it, there was more to come beyond that.
His mom was going to be a part of it. Paul was afraid of what Bea was getting at with her ideas about mindfulness and understanding. He wondered just how were he and his mom going to fit into it, and slowly began to examine himself, and his own emotions.