Not What the Doctor Orderedbydinkleberry©
Edited by femadorer
[ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER 18. All characters are fictional and any resemblance to real or other fictional characters is coincidence and unintentional. In my writing I use the word 'luv' to emphasize the passionate emotion shared between lovers and the word 'laff' to denote that delightfully flirtatious and seductive feminine chuckle women use to bewitch us. Comparable to laugh, laff can be a verb or a noun.]
This is an epic tale of Love and Romance that chronicles the courtship of Derek and his mother Trina. Although it depicts the lust and passion such an illicit relationship possesses, it is not a story of spontaneous combustion but the narrative of a flame that builds up to an inferno.
"Tell me why you belong not in Purgatory," the Archangel Chamuel intoned. The two lovers looked at each other with uncertainty. Although in Limbo -- where there is no down or up, nor a right or left -- the lovers found themselves seated on a pink hued white marble bench that had a slight curving arc to the seat. The bench had a warmth, whereas nothing in Limbo was hot or cold, warm nor tepid. (Limbo is an intermediate, transitional state and those in Limbo do not suffer damnation but they do not enjoy the presence of God.)
The lovers were seated close to each other and holding hands. The male wrapped his arm around the female's shoulders to provide comfort and security. The female responded in kind by wrapping an arm around the male's waist in a sign of unity and steadfastness.
Seeming to float on the non-existent plane the bench rested on was the Archangel of Love. Archangel Chamuel was a towering figure bathed in a blazing glow of soft pink and lavender rays of light that always seemed to originate behind the angel. Besides its enormous wings, obscured were almost all of the angel's features by the brilliant glow bathed over it. Its form seemed fluid and ethereal. It was impossible to define its sex, even its voice was equivocal
"Reveal to me your truth and if pleased I can aver on your behalf before the Most High, Ancient of Days, Lord of the Hosts, the Heavenly Father Almighty, the Alpha and Omega. While in Limbo, souls can attain the holiness obligatory to enter the Joy of Heaven. Forgiveness for venial sins that does not set us in direct opposition to the will and friendship of God can be remitted by the sacrament of reconciliation.
"You profess that how you have behaved was undertook for Love. Divulge to this Agent of the Lord of this love, for if it is the true love of purity and devotion I can liberate you from Purgatory and convey you to our Lord God's grace."
The lovers looked at each for strength. Taking a deep breath the female voiced to her partner, "I'll start if you promise to finish our story." Her son nodded his head in concurrence.
"I was born in BumFuck Nowhere, Minnesota," started Trina (pronounced Tree-Na). "When you're born in a town like that your only goal is to get the heck out of there. Fortunately, my parents knew this fact and worked to help me. By the time I was twelve years old, my mother was taking me to modeling opportunities as I was already developed enough to be able to model Juniors and Young Misses.
"My father encouraged my pursuit as long as I continued to excel in school, so even he sometimes took me to jobs throughout the Midwest and even Canada. Can you imagine how cool it was that at 14 to travel to Toronto for a modeling gig? And while there my dad and I were invited to an Edmonton Oilers vs. the Maple Leafs game! That was back when Edmonton had all those superstars like Gretzky, Messier, Jari Kurri, Paul Coffey," she said excitedly.
"My break came when I was 16. I was invited to do a photo shoot in California for the Venus swimwear catalog. By then I was already fully developed," Trina humbly boasted. Others would often describe her as statuesque. "Before the Internet that was a huge opportunity. I knew that I wasn't going to be able to become a runway fashion model since at 5'9 I was too short and... [clearing her throat]...ahem, too busty," she coquettishly giggled and looking at her lover, winked at him.
"While doing that photo shoot I got to meet some of the popular swimsuit models of the time. I'll avoid the name-dropping shtick," she humbly added. "But while doing those photo shoots I signed with a big-time, legitimate modeling agency and I ended up staying out there in California."
Looking at Archangel Chamuel she continued "Looking back, I guess I should consider myself lucky, huh? I mean a 16-year-old girl living in LA with my parents back in Minnesota. Someone must have been looking out for me. Thank you." With the blinding aura around the Archangel she couldn't see its response.
"For the next few years I did swimwear, lingerie, calendars, print ads for clothing and posing intentionally. I even did a bunch of those Hawaiian Tropics contests..." with an amused voice she added, "and even won a few." Her good humor ended.
"It wasn't all work. I was having fun too. Perhaps too much fun -- as at 18, I discovered I was pregnant with my son." Ashamed Trina confessed, "I don't know who his father is. I was traveling, partying and... it could've been anyone." Her lover knowing this fact held her tighter to him and squeezed his mother's hand in support.
Strengthened, she smiled at her lover. "Once I knew I was pregnant, I was determined to be the best parent I could be..."
Her young lover kindly interjected, "...and you were."
"I kept modeling and when I started to show, I was able to do maternity wear, photos for parenting magazines and even did a couple of baby commercials. I sent all the money home to my parents; and when I was 6 months I returned home.
"Derek was born when I was 19. To give him the life he deserved I returned to modeling but things were now different... [Derek softly whispered, "Thank you," to his lover.] ...Now, I hoarded every penny and whenever I had the chance, I returned home.
"During the years, I had plenty of work. I never became a Victoria's Secret girl or became famous but in Derek's first year, I was able to buy a house in the up-scale section of St. Paul. I couldn't get my parents out of Minnesota..." bemused she added, "...even after the North Stars left! But at least I was able to get them to leave BumFuck Nowhere's.
"After Derek was born, our home was in St. Paul. My house was big enough for my parents to live with us without them driving me crazy. I still modeled and worked as much as possible. From 19 to 26, my agent could get me one job after another and I travelled everywhere.
"Whenever I was on the road, my parents raised Derek and I sent home the money. Not to brag but some years I made mid-to-upper six figure incomes. While the other girls were out partying, I was in my hotel room studying. However, by the time I was 26 the jobs were starting to dry up. I was getting too old!" Trina sardonically hooted.
"But with my studies a new opportunity came about. By now the 'Better living through chemistry' craze had started and Big Pharma was hiring. I became a pharmaceutical sales rep which was basically Hot Chicks pushing pills to doctors." With a snickering chuckle she added, "Would you believe I worked for Pfizer? And I assume you, the Archangel of Love know what they sell or is that the job of the Greek god Eros?"
Covering her face with her hands, Tri shook her head in embarrassment from her silliness. "I'm sorry, that was probably rude and inappropriate. It's just that I always found it ironic that I was paid to travel and visit doctors, then sex them up to sell them the little blue diamond." She felt relieved and smiled as she thought she sensed the glows of Archangel Chamuel's light soften.
"It stunk having to travel so much. I hated being away from my child and missing getting to watch him grow up but the money I was paid was ridiculous. Besides pushing Viagra, I pushed all kinds of psychotropic medications; I would cheer the newest cholesterol med as if it was the greatest thing since...well, since the last big medication to hit the market. Whatever the hot new pills were I pushed it and I acted as if I knew what I was talking about."
Adopting a serious tone Trina admitted, "If I did anything wrong and need forgiveness for, it would be that. I would dress in a tight, short skirt or painted-on tight pants; I'd wear boots or pumps with sky-high heels. I would wear a tight-fitting blouse that was always open at the top displaying a distracting amount of cleavage. Of course, I would be wearing a push-up bra... [laughing]...as if I needed one! I would spend an hour getting my make-up perfect. Would you believe Pfizer used to teach its pharma reps what color lipstick to wear? We were to avoid red but to use glossy pinks. We were to use black eyeliner and... [Tossing her head to display her long, light chestnut with natural golden highlights brunette mane of hair]...We were to wear our hair loose.
"Entering a doctor's office I may have worn a loose-fitting blazer or long-coat but once I was alone with a male doctor out came the professional slut wear. Do you wanna know what I found worked best? I would wear one of those long white lab coats and as soon as I unbuttoned it -- BANG, he was mine! There was many a time I didn't even have to take them out to dinner and flirt with them before I had him hooked." Her son took both of Trina's hands in compassionate understanding.
"Back then, I always rationalized that they were doctors. That they would do what's right and wouldn't be influenced by the free crap I gave away, like clocks, pens, pads, or anything else a company could put its name on. I wanted to believe they weren't influenced by my flirting and the free samples of whatever pills I was pushing at the time -- with the promise to return after they had distributed them."
Archangel Chamuel intoned, "Your heavy heart is the only guilt you carry towards your conduct in this regard. You have already voiced this burden with our Lord and he has granted you forgiveness. Be assured child that your work as a pharmaceutical sales representative had nothing to do with the Fate that befell your parents. The weave of Life is complex and none but the Almighty can see it all."
"Really? Gosh, I've always blamed myself for what happened -- even if it was just believing that if I was there I could've somehow prevented it from happening. It was horrendous and definitely a life-changing event. When my parents were murdered by that... by that... that..." and Trina shook her head as if she could dispel such a horrible memory. Derek held her tight and she rested her head on his shoulder crying. He whispered words of comfort that only the lovers heard.
Wiping the tears with her forearm she resumed, "At the time I was 35 and Derek was 16. I was still traveling a lot as a pharma rep but I tried to get home as much as I could. Derek was in high school and... [turning to her young lover] ...forgive me, but I was sending him to that private school and it was costing a small fortune. But it was worth it as he was getting a good education and was excelling in their hockey program -- weren't you sweetie?" and her son smiled at the truthful compliment.
"When I heard what had happened I dropped everything and rushed home. No way could I let my son be left alone. I hate to admit this but I was tired of all the travelling and was ready to come home, it stunk that it took that to happen to bring me home. But now I was going to be home for my son."
"Even though I didn't need to, from my savings plus my parent's life insurance policy, I got a job as a bank teller. I can't just do nothing, plus it allowed me to go to his hockey games," and the lovers smiled at each other with an easy affection.
"But it wasn't easy at first. Being a part-time parent, I hadn't realized it before but I didn't really know my son and he didn't know me. We didn't know how to talk to each other and the burden of my parent's death was hanging over both of us. I decided we should start seeing a counselor to work through whatever we needed to," and Derek started to drolly laugh.
"What?" his mother questioned.
In a jovial tone Derek picked up the thread of the conversation, "You say that it was WE that started seeing the counselor yet after a few months it was ME that was seeing the psychologist!
"But hey, I'm not complaining! Dr. Kugno helped me with a lot of things and he did lead me to you," Derek said as he gazed at his lover's beauty. "Although I don't think that's what he intended," and both the male and female in agreement naughtily laughed.
"But Trina is right, when she had to become a full-time mother things did change drastically. Before, mom was only home for a few days at a time. For those days, I could pretend to be on my best behavior or just avoid her. Plus with Nana and Gram'pa there, they acted as buffers.
"I'm sorry to say this ma but before they passed away my grandparents were my parents. They were the ones I went to if I had a problem. It was Gram'pa who taught me how to skate, how to play hockey and how to ride a snowmobile..." grinning, "...if you live in Minnesota, you better know how to do all of these!
"It was Gram'pa who took me to my first ever hockey game. It was also the Minnesota Wild's first ever game too. They lost but we still had a blast.
"I grew up going to sporting events with my Gram'pa. He's the one who taught me to yell at the TV while watching the Twins, the Vikings and the Wild -- that if I yelled loud enough they just might hear me. All while Nana watched us with bemused incomprehension.
"I had just turned 16 when I lost Nana and Gram'pa and now Trina was to become my full-time parent. It was awkward, it was awkward on so many levels. First, there was dealing with our loss -- it was the one thing we had in common but instead of talking about it, we avoided it. There was the fact I wasn't used to having my mother involved in my life and she tried too hard to become too involved too fast. I resented that. And there's the fact she's..." and Derek presented his hand as if to say, 'Here, look for yourself.'
"And that was awkward on to itself to deal with. Mom didn't mention it but she didn't stop modeling completely while she worked as a pharma sales rep. Only a year before this, she had modeled a series of sexy corsets, bustiers, and enticing sleepwear for a website." Derek's face blushed as he admitted, "I had that website bookmarked on my computer and I was turned on by those pictures of her. In fact, with the magic of the Internet, I may have had almost every picture ever taken of her. I even had the pictures from her first Venus swimsuit catalog where she was only 16. I'd fantasize to those and all the others in between.
Suddenly my friends were meeting my mother and the bold ones would tell me she's a MILF but I knew others were whispering it behind my back. I wanted to beat the shit out of all of them; yet at the same time, I was in my room jerking off to pictures of her too.
Our house was big enough that if I wanted to I could do a pretty good job of avoiding my mother and at that time I did. It was winter so if I needed to get to school, hockey practice or just go to a friend's house I could take my sled." (snowmobile)
"Going to see Dr. Kugno was a good thing because it forced us to be in a room at the same time and having to talk. When mom told me that she wanted us to start seeing someone for family counseling, I thought it was gonna totally suck. All I could envision was some weird feminist, hippie chick telling me to get in touch with my feelings. Give me a fuckin' break. I seriously thought of just blowing her off and she must've sensed it because she guilt-tripped me.
"Derek, I haven't asked you to do anything. Can't you do this for me?" she asked. How do you say no to that? I was trapped. Getting to our first session, I was surprised to learn that the counselor was this short, bald, gruff old man. I was also surprised to learn the sessions didn't totally suck balls. At first both of us went once a week, after a few months it became once every two weeks.
I don't know how it happened but after eight or nine months it became just me seeing Dr. K. Occasionally my mother would attend a session but it was because of something that happened with me, such as the time I got busted smoking pot in school. That sucked but I guess it was also a good thing too. I first smoked pot at 13 with some of my older teammates. After that, I'd smoke now and then -- mostly because in Minnesota there's nothing better to do. By 16, I was smoking a few times a week. When I got busted mom freaked! She went all sorts of nuts, acting as if I was a drug-addict and needed to go to rehab. It was Dr. Kugno who calmed her down; and over time, he and I addressed the issue. He may have nipped a potential issue before it became a problem without making a big deal out of it and I never did it again.
In time, I became very comfortable with Dr. Kugno. I guess seeing the guy every week or every other week that's bound to happen especially after seeing the bastard for over two and half years! In some ways, he probably became a bit of a surrogate father for me except for the fact that I shared some really personal things.
One of those things was my increasing fixation I had on my mother and me masturbating to my fantasies of her. If I was just upstairs beating my dick at night it may have been no big deal, the thing is it was starting to affect my real life. I was an Alternate captain on my hockey team and their first line left-winger. I was the top scorer. Thus, I was popular in school but none of the girls interested me. As high schoolers are wont to do, after a while people started to whisper. To squash any silly rumors I began dating girls I wasn't even interested in. I was consciously aware of the fact I was trying to find a younger version of Trina but to me none measured up. It wasn't too big a deal until I was a senior in high school, now my girlfriends expected me to go all the way and I was starting to have performance issues -- if you know what I mean. That's when I talked to Dr. Kugno about it.
Mom didn't know it but she didn't make it any easier for me. She was only 36 or 37 years old, meaning usually ten years younger than my friend's parents. While working at the bank may not seem enticing, she still dressed very fashionable and made anything she wore look sexy. She casually wore 4 or 5 inch heeled shoes and tight skirts. She attended every one of my hockey games. Like a fanatical parent, she'd cheer and yell while wearing one of my (oversized for her) jerseys and a team hat with her hair in a ponytail pulled through the opening in the back. Without trying she still looked hot, my teammates always enjoyed her being there (and probably many of the dads) and it wasn't because of the cookies she brought! As long as I promised not to show them to others she, a few times, let me take a picture of her posing in my jersey while holding my hockey stick. She would have on shorts but my jersey hung over them and made it seem as if
At home, my mom dressed as a hip 30-something year old would and I guess if she had a young child, it would've been nothing. Instead, she was oblivious to the fact that her son could be an emerging perverted teenager secretly drooling over her. Mom continued to exercise and was allowed to use my school's gym after school hours. [Originally, the idea was that by allowing parents access to the gym, some of the crazier fathers could supervise their son's training. However, many of mothers used the facilities and now they even offered an old-timer's water aerobics classes.] Often we would be there at the same time. Do you know how insane it was seeing her in a bathing suit, even a one-piece, at the gym? She'd be blissfully unaware as she stood there dripping wet saying, "I'm gonna go relax in the sauna, then shower off. Give me 45 minutes and I can drive you home if you're ready."