It had been two hours since Lucille had given her son the medicine,
dissolved in a glass of orange-juice. "What will it do to him?" she
thought, half concerned, but also thrilled of the idea what it COULD
do to him! Everything seemed possible. He was a young, healthy
boy without any erective disfunctions. To the contrary! He was also
still a bit skinny, not precisely the target group of the medication,
but that was reason enough to administer only half a portion to him.
"Who knows whether it has any effect at all?" Lucille was wondering.
Occupied with those thoughts she had been preparing lunch, only
interrupted from time to time by her opening the Aspirin-package
now and again to check on the remaining sachets and follow the
trail of thoughts. She hadn't heard of her son since she had brought
him his juice. "Oh well, maybe it wasn't working at all?" She thought,
preparing the meal. When she had put the plate down on the table,
and put rice, vegetables and chicken on it, she took the open sachet
out of her pocket and without much of a thought, sprincled the remaining
portion on top of her son's lunch and then put some gravy on top
of it. "If that doesn't do the trick!"
When she called on Raul to come down for lunch she began doubting
her decision, but it was too late now. Raul came stompig down the
stairs, only dressed with his boxers and a t-shirt, even though it was
early springtime and not that warm around the house. His head
was fiery red and one could tell that there was something about him.
"What happend to you?" Lucille asked gravely concerned. "I don't
know, I felt kind of hot all of the sudden!" Raul replied. "You haven't
caught a flu haven't you? Don't run around in shorts, its not yet that
warm for it" Lucille said. "I can't help it, Im just so hot. I don't feel
sick mom! Im all right, just really, really warm!" He sat down and
started to eat or more: he was wolfing it down! He seemed to be
incredibly hungry and after he had finished the plate he was asking
for another serving and yet another.
"Are you really all right?" Lucille was asking again. "You never eat
that much!" She remembered how she always had to talk him into
eating and how she had always been concerned that he wasn't eating
properly, but this was a different child now. "I am fine!" he said,
got up said a quick "Thanks for the meal!" and was heading back to his
room.
"Maybe the second half of the medicine was too much for him?"
Lucille wished she had not given him the second half as well, after
seeing him like that. "This must be the effect of the medication!
If thats what half of it does to him, what does the full portion do?"
Lucille cleaned the table, turned the dishwasher on and spend
a good hour sitting on the kitchen table, deep in thoughts about
the whole issue and contemplating as to her decision of trying
out an unknown medicine on her own son. "If anything was to
happen to him? I could never forgive myself!"
She jotted down the shopping list for the following week, but
couldn't concentrate. She went to the living room, turned on
the TV but did not pay attention to the channel or program.
Finally she went to her room, turned on the computer, and
checked the camera that had been installed in her boy's room.
She was half expecting him sitting at the computer, pumping
away. Maybe with a fully erect penis, eventually larger than
it had been before even? But Raul was on his bed, fast asleep.
Was Lucille disappointed? Was she relieved? She couldn't
really tell. Maybe he was sick after all?
But he couldn't be sick. He was fine that very morning and
he had told her how good he felt at lunchtime. Lucille went downstairs
again, going on her housework. Raul was sleeping the whole afternoon.
When his friends came to ask whether he would join them for
a game of football Lucille had to send them away. "No, Im sorry!
Raul is sleeping. Im afraid he might have caught the flu!" They
left disappointed. Raul was skinny, but a fast runner. Just what
the boys had needed to take on the kids from from down the road.
What was wrong with that boy? Was it the medication? Had it been
too much? Maybe she shouldn't have added the second half of the
portion? ... Lucille was tormenting herself throughout the day,
rethinking her decision to order that medicine and giving it to
her little boy. She was also ashamed that she had peeked on him
via the camera every night, ever since she had become aware of
him masturbating and she was ashamed of herself for touching
herself while doing it. What a terrible mother she was: getting all
wet and horny by watching her child, her own flesh and blood,
masturbate. What else would she be able to do? Had she become
a total failure as a mother? Why did she test that medication on
him? What else would she do?
The day passed that way, her thinking about herself, her boy
and what she did. The house was terribly quite. Not a sound
to be heard. "Raul must still be sleeping." Lucille thought when
the clock had passed 8 P.M. and Raul who would usually
come down for either lunch or because all the weekend
movies on tele were about to start, had not shown himself.
Gravely concerned, Lucille prepared two turky sandwiches,
took a glass of milk and brought it up to his room. She listened
intently, but there was nothing to be heard. No music, no
computer. Noting. Lucille carefully opened the door and slipped
into the room. Raul was still on his bed, sleeping. She put down
sandwiches and milk and closed up on him. "Was he still
sleeping? He must have slept for eight hours now. All the time
since lunch." Lucille checked on him. She carefully put her
hand onto his forehead. It was still hot, not as hot as before,
but still ... his shirt and boxers, however, were all sweaty.
"Thank Lord! He is only sleeping!" Lucille was more relieved
thatn she was willing to admit to herself. But he could not
stay like this. If he kept sleeping in his sweaty clothes he
would definitely catch a cold. Lucille carefully grabbed
his shirt and dragged it over his head. He did not wake up.
"Just how deep is your sleep?" Lucille was thinking. She
then took off his socks and after that took a hold of his
boxers to push them down and down they went. But
what Lucille saw in the dim light of her son's bedroom
was not expected for and completely took her by surprise.