Lost and Forgotten

"Can you save me?" I asked, and she laughed.

"Do you want to keep the facial hair?"

"I didn't before." I admitted. "What do you think?"

"Let's get it under control and see. You might want to settle on a goatee or just go without. Have a seat over here." She said pointing at her work station.

She expertly removed most of my facial hair. She stood in front of the chair and made a thoughtful expression. She settled on the goatee. I caught her sniffing me on several occasions. I asked her about it and she blushed.

"You smell good. It brings back memories of one of my favorite boyfriends. He was very talented." She said blushing even deeper.

"I'll take that as a compliment." I said remembering how Dee had snuffled and snuggled close as we made love. "What about my hair? What do you think?"

"I am going to brush it out and look. Chances are you'll lose several inches. Nurses aren't the best at taking care of their patient's hair."

She finished trimming my facial hair and then began work on the rest. She tilted my body back and began brushing it gently. I heard her gasp and then she was accusing me of having already had someone work on my hair. I asked her why would I leave my facial hair unruly and only have my head hair worked on. Kara set me upright and looked into my eyes.

"I've never run into someone like you. I've been cutting hair for ten years and I've never seen anything like this before. The hairs are all nearly the same length. Hair just doesn't grow like that. There is always some variety and randomness to it. If you've been in a coma there should be more damage. Your fingernails don't lie though nor do your hands. People ignore people's hands, but they are a roadmap to a woman's or man's life."

She trimmed and shaped my hair perfectly. Kara was taking one last look before declaring me finished when it happened. I was looking at her and my gaze drifted to the mirror behind her. Above the mirror was a shelf and on that shelf was a book lying on its side. The writing was inverted, and I think that is what got my attention. I read the title and almost came out of the chair.

"The Mysterious Missouri Smith!" I blurted out and Kara laughed.

"Oh that," she said dismissively. "My daughter gave that to me for Christmas last year. I put it out so that she would know how much I appreciated it. It is a biography by a local author. He grew up hearing stories about his great uncle. He decided to do some research one day and discovered the tall tales weren't so tall. Smith is probably the most successful archaeologist you never heard of. It is strange really. He found some interesting sites that challenged the standard model of history. I think that is why he fell out of favor before his disappearance."

"Disappearance?" I asked as my eye found something new to appreciate.

"Yeah, he was living somewhere here in town when he vanished. No one seems to know what he was looking into. His body was never found." She said as I stared at her ass in the mirror.

"There is something interesting about aprons." I blurted out as I smiled.

"It is rude to stare at a woman's backside like that." Kara purred. "Well?"

"Well, well what?" I asked as she walked over to the front door. I heard the lock slide into place and the blinds come down. "Oh! It is a fine ass... I mean backside."

"Good. I've always fantasized about making love in one of my chairs. Have you eaten yet?" She moaned as she unbuttoned her shorts and let them slide down.

She kept on the apron. I got out her chair and she took my place. I knelt and grabbed her ankles and placed them over the arms of the chair. I slipped my head under the apron and went at it. Kara's ass left the chair and I cupped her ass cheeks in my hands as I ate her out. As I buried my tongue in her soaked petals she began to curse. At first it was the occasional dropping of the F bomb but as she got closer to her climax her demure demeanor dropped complete.

"Lick me you son of a bitch! Make my come god damn it!"

She screamed, and I heard the door rattle and fly open. Kara's daughter, the check out girl, stood in the open door. She stopped in her tracks. I lifted my head up from between her mother's legs. My face was still damp from her pussy juices.

"Oh, hey Jynx. I didn't mean to startle you."

"I'm fine sweetie." Kara moaned.

"Mom?" Jynx said as she closed the door and locked it behind her. "What the hell is going on?"

"We've had that talk already. Your friend here was helping me get rid of some stress that built up. He's going to fuck me now, right John? You are going to hammer the fuck out of me right?"

"Yep." I said as I freed my erection. "Don't move, here I come." I growled as I slid into her.

"Damn!" Kara cried out as I filled her up. "He's fucking huge!"

"Mom... John... I am standing right here!"

"UNNNN... UNNNNNNNN... harder damn it! That's it!" Kara cried out completely ignoring her daughter.

I held onto the arms of the chair as I pounded the hell out of the older woman. Jynx chewed her lower lip as she moved to stand next to me. The apron obfuscated much of what was happening. She looked into the mirror and watched my hips pull back and thrust into her mother.

"So hard... it is like an iron bar... you should try it." Kara moaned. "If you leave you'll regret it. You don't mind do you John? Would you do this old lady a favor and show her daughter a good time. She really likes it from behind."

"MOM! Damn it! I told you that in confidence."

"Ha, you told me that while we were drunk. Her ex couldn't make her cum. I know you can. Oh, damn John, I think I'm in lust!"

The rest was lost as she climaxed again. She really did have a stress issue. I pulled out of Kara and turned to Jynx. I grabbed her by the top of her jeans. I tugged her to me and unbuttoned her jeans. She was shaking as I turned her around and tugged her jeans down. She instinctively bent over and grabbed the next chair. I squatted and the pulled her panties down to her knees. Jynx let out a sudden squeal when I pulled her plump round ass cheeks apart.

"You are soaked just like your mom. Tell me what you want." I said, and her body shook.

"I want... need it inside of me." She whispered.

"I didn't hear that." I said, and Kara laughed.

"Mother!" Jynx snapped. "Fine! Fuck you both! Stick it in me John! I need your cock now damn it!"

"Since you asked so nicely."

I stood and pressed the slick tip against her labia. She whimpered as the head slipped between her pussy lips. Jynx moaned but remained stock still. I pushed slowly until I was buried deep. I was pulling back when the flash from the cellphone camera illuminated us. Jynx began to move and so did I. I dug my fingers into her ass flesh and began thrusting.

"Aw shit!" Jynx wailed. "Thick, so damn thick! Fuck me John!"

"I told you," Kara said as she took another pic. "What a face. You look so happy."

"Shut... up... Mom!" She said through gritted teeth. "He's going to break me."

"I know right. Relax. It isn't like he's doing your ass."

"MOTHER! Shut the fuck up!" Jynx snarled angrily. "Don't give him any ideas. He's way too big for that. I am never drinking with you ever again."

"She takes it up the ass?" I asked Kara who nodded. "I can see why. She has a gorgeous ass." I said pulling her cheeks apart. "Such a cute little hole."

"UNNN... UNNNN... You think so?" Jynx moaned. "NO... too big!" She grunted as I slammed into her faster now. "Shit! Don't finger it..." she gasped her voice losing its determination. "God, I love that... just your fingers."

"Fingers... plural?" I said as I worked a second digit into her puckered hole. "How is that?"

"Perfect!" She moaned as she started thrusting backward. "So good."

"Where do you want it?" I asked as my cock swelled inside of her.

"My back... my ass... on it not in it..." she moaned. "Almost there."

She came seconds before I did. Her body was shaking as I pulled out and sprayed her back. Kara pointed to the back where I could clean up. I walked to the bathroom and began washing up. I could make out that they were talking. Kara's tone was gentle and reassuring while Jynx was obviously nervous and unsure. I was putting my cock away when someone knocked on the door.

"Yeah." I called out.

"Can we talk?" Jynx whispered.

"Sure. I'm done washing up." I tucked in and zipped my jeans. "What's going on?" I asked as I opened the door. "Are you okay?"

"I... how about a cup of coffee?" She asked not being able to meet my gaze.

"I'd like that Jynx."

"I got one brewing." Kara declared grinning mischievously. "Oh, for the love of god just tell him."

"Mom, god damn it... this isn't easy for me." She snapped her eyes narrowing viciously. "You can be such a bitch sometimes."

"Hey now, show some respect. She is your mom." I interrupted her.

"You are right. I like anal sex, a lot." Jynx declared as she glared at her mom. "I don't know why but one of my fuck buddies wanted to try it and damn it felt good. Even the pain got me off and was better than vaginal. Go... run... call me a freak."

"NO," I flinched when she used that damned word. "I hate that word. If we are going to be friends don't you ever call yourself a freak. If you like anal I'll try it. I want to make my partners happy. I've never done it before."

"What do you like?" Jynx purred. "Tell me?"

"Yeah, good looking, what gets you off?" Kara added.

We all laughed as Kara poured coffee for us. Kara opened the shop to get rid of the predominant stench of sex clinging to the interior. I smelled it. I sniffed the air and could pick out Kara's scent as well as Jynx's. They were quite distinctive and unique. The third scent must be mine. It was strong, masculine, and quite aromatic. I wonder if it influenced them. Did I possess improved pheromones? The result of Project Foreshadow was improving a human being. Reproduction was important to the survival of any living thing. An alluring or enticing scent might make me more attractive to the other sex. I tested my theory and watched their reactions when I moved closer and absently put my arm around them. They both sniffed the air and their eyes dilated and their arousal was clear. I smelled good.

While Jynx took my phone and added her number into it her mother snuck a business card with her private number on it into my back pocket. I kissed them both goodbye and that almost started what Kara called round two. I had to go and see if Dee was still naked in my bed back at the apartment. I got into my car and my shirt rode up as I sat down. Dee would have to wait. I had to go clothes shopping. I had a job starting in a few days and I had to look the part. I returned to my apartment two hours later not only with a new wardrobe but a hard-back copy of the biography of Missouri Smith. It was sad to find the book in the dollar bin at the local book store. I did get a key bit of information though. I learned that the author was residing in the Sun Valley Nursing Home. Why do they name things like a nursing home with bright cheery names? Why not Autumn Fields or Winter Herald? Who would want to be shipped off to Autumn Fields? Yeah, I guess it was better to weave something positive into an end of life scenario. I promised to visit him and try and get an interview.

A Visit From Family:

I unlocked the front door and noticed the girls had picked up and even did the dishes. I peeked in my bedroom thankfully my bed was empty, and the sheets replaced and expertly made. I had to smile when I saw the made bed. I washed my clothes and placed the old clothing into plastic garbage bags. I went through the pockets just to be sure and set the bags near the door for donation. As I laundered my new clothes I read the biography. I compared places and discoveries in the book to the maps in the secret room. None of them corresponded to one another. Had he been planning on visiting those locations and something happened? I was out back hanging my laundry on the clothes line when I went over the maps I had memorized of the labs below the school. I had grown up in this area and I drew on that and I found a possible answer. There were caves nearby that spelunkers still frequented. It was possible that the caves extended far enough to link up with the ass end of the labs.

"Damn it Jynx." I quietly cursed remembering her proclivity for anal sex.

I was pondering some cave exploration tomorrow. If I was lucky whoever was arriving might use the school entrance giving me valuable time to see if the body of Missouri Smith was somewhere in the caves. It made sense. If he had went exploring and got lost or triggered a security measure his bones might still be found in that perpetual darkness. I added my last load of laundry to the washer and carried the latest load to the clothes line. I was at the far end of the backyard hanging the wet clothes when I looked at the back of the house. A glint of reflected sunlight on metal caught my attention. I finished hanging the clothes and went back inside. I climbed the steps to the third floor and unlocked the door. Unlike the window on the second floor this door would stay locked. I didn't want the trio exploring up here. I gave the walls a second once over and found a second secret door. This one concealed a stairway that led to the roof.

I climbed the steps and pushed open the double doors at the top. I'll be damned there was an observation deck erected here. Not only could I see the entire roof of the school but that of several other houses within line of sight. I saw the faint impressions of table legs and what had to the feet of a folding chair. Had Missouri Smith sat up here and spied on the neighborhood? I looked around slowly making the circle to see what he might have enjoyed all those years ago.

"Holy shit!" I gasped when I saw Titania sunbathing in the nude.

I wished she wasn't so far away. But from what I could make out she had an amazing body. No hint of pale skin on any inch of her. She rolled onto her back and I learned that she preferred to shave everywhere as well. She was adjusting herself on her towel when she stopped, rolled onto her side facing me, and waved. I waved back like an idiot. Titania returned to her prone position and let me stare all I wanted. I continued to look around but nothing so fine as Titania caught my attention. Embarrassed at being caught peeping I went down to fix a snack.

I was on the second floor when the doorbell rang. I hurried down and opened the front door. An attractive older woman stood there holding a bottle of wine. I guessed that she was in her early forties and the blouse she wore was a skootch too small. I feared if she took in a deep breath buttons would go flying. There was a generous bosom beneath and the short skirt hinted at an equally generous backside.

"Welcome to the neighborhood," she said smiling brilliantly and handing me the bottle.

"Come in," I offered, and she accepted. "My name is John Morgenstern."

"Tiffany, like the lamp, Tiffany Rodriguez. I spotted you on the roof and my poor little heart went all aflutter. There hasn't been a handsome young man in the neighborhood in years."

"Why thank you Tiffany," I replied noticing the way she was looking at me. "I am a teacher at St. Sebastian's."

"No shit," she blurted out. "I thought you were perhaps a gardener or a coach. What do you teach?"

"History and Mathematics," I told her and noticed her disappointment. "Were you going to ask me to trim your bushes or work in your garden?"

"Sonny, you can come over and plow my soil anytime you get an itch. If you catch my meaning."

"I..." I began but the doorbell rang a second time. "Hold that thought."

"You bet I will." She whispered.

"Coming." I called out as the bell rang again. I opened the door and stammered in surprise. "Mom! Hey, what's going on?"

"You said you were coming by today. I guess you got derailed. Who is that?" Mom growled defensively.

"Mom," I said introducing the two. "...this is Tiffany Rodriguez. Tiffany my mom. She came over to welcome me to the neighborhood. Sorry about losing track of time. I had to do laundry and get it out on the line."

"Didn't they provide you with a clothes dryer?" Tiffany asked.

"They did, but it is such a nice day I figured it would nice to hang them out to dry. I guess I am old fashioned." I replied.

"Well, I don't want to be a nuisance." Tiffany said sweetly. "Just remember, our house is always open if you are feeling lonely."

Mom waited until Tiffany was out of ear shot and the front door was closed to speak.

"Slut." She spat out the word distastefully. "Look at you. I couldn't believe it when you sent me that picture. You are going to be beating them off with a stick. What happened to you?"

"It was a government project codename Foreshadow. They were working on genetic engineering back in the fifties. The labs are below the school and they are coming in soon to clear it all out. It is a nightmare mom. There is a woman alive down there. I couldn't save her."

"A woman... down there... I don't understand."

I went into great deal on everything I had found since I moved in. I left out sleeping with one of my students and the gal who had cut my hair and her daughter. I was reaching for a corkscrew to open the bottle of wine Tiffany had brought over when my mom stopped me.

"Hold off on that. This is an expensive bottle of wine. She must really want you bad. This is like two hundred a bottle."

"What should I do?" I asked.

"Follow me outside. It is going to rain. Let's get your clothes off the line before they get soaked." She laughed.

The clouds were darkening as we rescued the last shirt off the clothes line. We raced inside as the first heavy drops began to fall. I showed mom one of the bottles of Irish whiskey I had found in the secret room and she whistled. Since she appeared to be an alcohol connoisseur I let her appraise it. She took out her phone and did an online search. She sat down and gave me a look.

"That expensive huh?" I asked, and she nodded.

"Uh yeah, there aren't any listings for a whiskey that old. The closest I can find is thirty years old. This was laid down in 1932. It appears to be in good condition and unopened. My guess is we could get twenty grand or more per bottle. I'd suggest putting them up for auction professionally. I know a guy."

"You sound like dad." I said and there was that awkward silence. "I miss him too. I'll let you handle it."

"Keep them someplace safe and I'll call my friend. Let me take a picture of the label for him to look at. Is there anything else you want to sell?"

"Well... there is a mint condition Thompson Submachine Gun upstairs. It belonged to Missouri Smith."

"Can you prove that?" She asked.

"Follow me." I said, and I carried the bottle up with us.

I guided her to the third floor and took out the second bottle of whiskey. She photographed both labels and handed me her phone. I looked at the photos and accidently swiped one time too many. I stared at the third photo for a second. I pinched the screen and zoomed in for better detail. I moved onto the next photo and the one after that. I stopped and held up her phone revealing my favorite photo so far.

"Is there something I should know?" I said, and she looked over and blushed.

"I can explain. All the kids are taking naked selfies."

"And if they all jumped into a gangbang?" I said, and we laughed.

"So where is the Thompson?"

I opened the bottom drawer and revealed the hidden room. I turned on the light and stepped aside. Mom stepped inside and gawked at the relics from more than half a century ago. She took a photo of the gun case and carefully selected the photos to send to her friend. She looked over the maps still on the walls and the other treasures. I offered to let her read the biography once I was done with it. One moment I was watching my mom ogle the weapons behind the glass door of the gun cabinet and the next she was shivering in my arms. The deafening crack of thunder had not only shaken the house but sent her into my embrace. Her proximity after seeing all those nude photos was strangely uncomfortable.