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Subject: Open Home, Open Mind – Ch 3 This story is a work of pure fiction. Gay, Adult/Youth, M/b I welcome and encourage all feedback and will try to reply to every message. Donate to Nifty! —– Vanessa’s day, like most parents, started early. She had always been a morning person, so she didn’t mind rolling out of bed and starting her morning routine at dawn. Some mornings, like this cold, snowy morning in the middle of winter, her morning started before dawn. She showered, got dressed, threw on a bit of makeup, and started collecting laundry from around the house to get started in the washing machine in the basement. Vanessa enjoyed doing laundry. Adam, her husband, would sometimes fight her on who needed to do the laundry in the house. He thought one of the kids should do it, since they were the biggest culprits of most of her laundry anyway. And besides, the optics of the mother doing all the laundry didn’t sit well with his progressive look on family dynamics. When he’d bring it up, he’d wave him off by telling him that it was just as sexist to expect her never to do something on the account of her gender as it was to expect her to always do something. The reasoning would twist his mind into a pretzel and he’d let it go. The early mornings were when she would get the most done around the house and when she would have quiet to prepare for the day. Sure, she’d often think to herself, her days aren’t bad. But there are always sounds, and commotions, and guests, and attending, and being “on call.” It was exhausting in its own right. So she found the quiet solitude of the morning to be refreshing and a great entrance to her otherwise hectic day. The kids were off school for the holiday. So there was more craziness going on at the house than usual. And with Adam working in the office some days during the week, she was the sole gatekeeper at the house. Even though she didn’t do much during the day, she felt that she did more than anyone else. She was always on, so to speak. There were always small things to do, people to greet, or people to bid farewell. On this morning, she had made her rounds upstairs, started a load of laundry, unloaded the dishwasher, turned on the television to the early morning show in the family room, and just finished making herself something for breakfast. She was plating some scrambled eggs when she heard a knock on the front door. She looked at her watch and wondered where the time had gone already. Unfortunately for her, the solitude often ended far too soon. She opened the front door for the guest, who she didn’t see at first because of the gust of snow and wind that flew in the doorway. After the door shut behind him, ankara escort she saw that the guest was Matthew. He was tall, handsome, and young at only 20 years of age. She smiled at him and gave him a hug. “Good morning, Aunt Van,” he said, taking his coat off and hanging it up himself in the coat closet. Vanessa appreciated the gesture, but she saw that he hadn’t taken off his shoes yet and tracked snow onto her hardwood floors. It’s the little things, she thought to herself. She just smiled, making a mental note to clean it up as soon as he was out of sight. “Good morning, Matt,” she replied. “My, I haven’t seen you since… yesterday.” They laughed at Vanessa’s small talk joke. Vanessa’s family and Matthew’s family saw each other the morning before at church, as they do every Sunday morning. And every Monday morning when Matt visits, Vanessa tells the same joke. It’s become more of a small tradition than anything really funny. They made their way into the kitchen and talked about what had been going on the past week since his last visit. She didn’t keep him long, though she never intentionally keeps anyone long, because she knew he was there for an ulterior reason. She had the schedule in front of her, anyway. But even without it, she would’ve picked up his true intentions by the tent in his sweatpants. He clearly wasn’t wearing underwear, made even more evident by the small wet spot. So she decided to put him out of his misery. “Let’s get you going, shall we?” Vanessa asked, pulling up the schedule on the iPad in front of her. He leaned over to see what she was seeing. “It says here that you’re getting the second door on the right.” “Great, thanks, Aunt Van,” Matthew replied. “Can I ask you a question?” Vanessa smiled and nodded her head. “Why don’t you just say Jackson? You never say their names even though I know where their rooms are.” “Probably just habit,” she said, thinking on his question before answering. “Most of the guests don’t know their names. To them, they’re just doors. So it’s probably just habit for me to give out that information.” “No, I don’t mind. I was just curious.” “There’s a note here: He was off yesterday. Oh, so that means he’s probably going to be tighter than you usually see him Sunday mornings. That info is for you more than it’s for him. Don’t hurt yourself.” “I won’t, Van.” “You know where everything is, of course. This isn’t your first visit. You should be good to go. I’ll see you when you’re finished. If you need to shower, I have extra towels out in the upstairs bathroom.” “Thank you,” Matthew said, standing out of his chair and kissing Vanessa on the cheek. Vanessa cleared the table of her breakfast escort ankara plate and the two coffee mugs, loading the dishwasher and refilling her coffee for that extra jolt of caffeine. She switched around laundry, and had propped her feet up in the family room to watch some television when the doorbell rang again. She opened the door and saw two gentlemen on her porch this time. She welcomed them in and took their coats. They removed their shoes and followed her into the family room where they took seats close to the fireplace. “Good morning, Ronnie. Good morning, umm, I’m sorry, I don’t recognize you,” Vanessa said, pointing gently at the new man sitting on the opposite end of the sofa from her. “Yes, ma’am,” he said, timidly, with his hands fidgeting on his lap. “I’m Lon.” “Nice to meet you, Lon,” Vanessa said, smiling her best hostess smile. “Are you two together, then?” She glanced back and forth between the two men. “No, I came alone,” Ronnie said, as confused as Vanessa. “Let me check the schedule quick. Don’t you two worry. We’ll sort this out.” She pulled up the schedule again on the tablet and read through some notes. “Ah, it’s just coincidence you two showed up at the same time. I see now.” Both men relaxed at the news. The last thing either of them wanted is to be told that they mixed up the days and they’d be sent home empty-handed. Or, maybe more apt, fully-cocked. “Ronnie, you’re getting the first door on the left. Which means, Lon, you’ll be getting the first door on the right.” “Thank you,” Ronnie said, standing out of his chair. “Would you mind if I went now? I’m on a bit of a time crunch.” “Oh absolutely, hon. Please go. I wanted to talk to Lon a bit anyway.” Ronnie climbed the staircase, opened the door, and closed it. The relative quiet of the house echoed the door vibrations the whole way downstairs. “It says here that it’s your first time here. But you’ve had experience elsewhere, right?” “Yeah,” Lon said, not making eye contact. “Okay, good, then we’re not starting at basics,” Vanessa said, smiling. “It says here that you’ve been approved for visits since September but that today’s your first day.” Vanessa read through the notes a bit more. “Oh, I see, you cancelled a few times, yeah?” Lon stared at his hands, fidgeting with them and not looking up. “Hon,” Vanessa said, moving closer to Lon on the sofa. She placed her hand on top of his hands. “It’s okay. You’re nervous. I understand. Let me walk you through this, okay?” Lon’s hands stopped. He looked at Vanessa after a few moments. “You would?” “Yes, of course,” Vanessa said, grabbing his hands with her own. “Let’s go upstairs and I’ll ankara escort bayan show you around and then I’ll leave.” “Okay, thank you,” Lon said. They both stood up and walked upstairs toward the first door on the right. Before they reached the top of the stairs, the first door on the right opened and Adam walked out. “Hey you two,” he said. “Great timing. I just got him ready.” He left the door opened and stepped out of the way so Vanessa and Lon could walk in. “Thank you, honey,” Vanessa said, leaning to the side to give Adam a kiss on the cheek. The coffee’s ready. I’ll make you some breakfast when I come back downstairs.” Adam nodded and walked down the stairs. They walked into the first room on the right, where Colin was flat on the bed, face down, with a small pillow under his hips. His arms and legs were stretched outward toward the four posts of the bed, where the ropes anchored the straps around his wrists and ankles. His head was on a pillow and his face was gagged and turned toward from the door. Ignoring Colin on the bed, Vanessa showed Lon around the room. She showed him where a stack of towels are in case he needs to wipe down, and where he can find extra towels in case the stack depletes before she can replenish them. She opened the drawer of the nightstand farthest where extra lube and some other toys and aids can be found. Lon took extra notice of the blindfold and leather belt. She explained the ground rules, even though he would’ve heard this all before from his welcome packet upon being approved for visits. But she didn’t mind. She took this responsibility as seriously as she did all the others. And then she explained the special circumstances of the day. “Today is a special day,” Vanessa said to Lon. “Every three weeks or so, my husband will pick a day to test and push their endurance. Today is his day.” She pointed to Colin for the first acknowledgement that he was there of the visit. “My husband believes that it’s easy to get into ruts and to plateau in training, so these days are for overcoming that hurdle. On these days, nearly anything goes. The point of the day, and what we ask of people on that day, is for the guests to unleash a little more than they would otherwise. Push them to the limits and then break through those limits. Show them what a horny man with balls full of cum is capable of.” For the first time, Lon smiled, which put Vanessa at ease. She told him that she knew he had all the information he would need to have a successful visit. “When you’re finished, you can use the bathroom at the end of the hall to cleanup more or to shower. There are extra towels on the counter in there. If you need anything, please let me know.” Vanessa walked out of the first bedroom on the right and shut the door. She heard the belt that was around his jeans fall to the floor. And with a smile on her face, she walked downstairs to continue her day.

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