Notes from the authors:

This is the twenty-fifth chapter of “The Policeman.” As we have stated in earlier chapters, the story contains bisexuality and sexual acts involving adults and under-age minors, both related and non-related, in accordance with the shared story preferences of the authors. If any of this is objectionable to you, you might like to leave and go to another story.

This story is a work of fiction. Some persons and events are based on actual ones, but even those have been so significantly changed that nothing in this story should be read as anything but fictional.

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The Policeman

by “Brad Gillespie” and “Tucson Daddy”

Chapter 25:

Margaret learns the whole story

The sun had set two hours ago when Margaret arrived at Arnold's spacious home. She was curious as to why here instead of his office, but what did it matter?

Her mind went back to that moment, months ago, when she'd met Phil for the first time. He'd come by to talk with Christopher about the attempted abduction. She knew that this was the man she was destined to spend her life with. When she deduced that her son and Phil were having sex, she knew the perfect ploy. It was so easy to encourage Christopher's already growing interest in Phil. Inviting him to stay for one dinner, then another, out of “gratitude” for saving her son, made it easy for her to get closer to him.

True, his attraction to Christopher made it seem that Phil was gay, but the way he looked at her, the light touches on her arm, told her that he was clearly hetero as well. What did they call that? A bisexual. That night when she'd hugged him at the door as he was leaving, he had lifted her face and kissed her on the lips. He didn't see Christopher, who was peeking around the corner watching them.

After that, the rest was easy. Phil, being a man, was easily convinced that he could have a relationship with her and her son, especially when sex was involved with both.

Margaret was pleased, and what woman wouldn't be? She felt her son was safe from predators, and in the bargain she had a man who loved both her and her son.

She had given a lot of thought about this decision. Each time she considered the alternatives, she realized that she was the winner. What others might think about a woman who willingly gave her son to a man for sex, only pissed her off. OK, she told herself, it was most unusual, but it had historical approval.

Margaret had taken a degree in philosophy, a word taken from the Greek, meaning “love of wisdom.” In ancient times curious men who tinkered were considered philosophers. Today we call them scientists. Her curiosity drove her to find that some men who desired boys were monsters! Alternatively, others loved boys in a deeper way — beyond sex. This was Phil. Anybody who watched him with Christopher would see nothing improper in their typical dad-son relationship, even though technically Phil was not his father.

Seeking the truth about this dichotomy, she approached a gentleman she knew, who in a previous time had been a lover, but remained a friend. He said, “Margaret, it's true. We know the Romans and Greeks held such relationships in high esteem. The young man would learn a skill from his mentor, and the two would share a deep emotional bond.” He chuckled, “Margaret, you don't have a thing to worry about, if Christopher has found someone special.” She was grateful for having that thorn of doubt removed from her list of concerns. So there, you old stiff necks out there.

As she watched them cavorting like boys or Phil helping him with his homework, or watching some sci-fi movie, and even when Phil meted out punishment, she had pangs of jealousy. She wondered, if a man and a boy could find such a wonderful relationship, why could not a mother?

It was then that she hit the proverbial wall. Even before she completed that thought, her mind revolted. What could she be thinking to even consider a mother and son? That was incest, for gawd sake!

But each time she thought about it, she realized that Phil, while not a father, held the same position in Christopher's life. The more she thought about it, the wall became less a final ending but a speed bump. Lately, she wondered if it were possible. The out-of-hand rejection began to lesson.

It might take only a small push…

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Several anxious weeks had passed since Phil's accident. He claimed to be feeling fit, yet when pressed to recall those moments of the arrest, he claimed there was no change. The constant nagging did not diminish.

Taking Phil's side, the chief requested that the DA's office back off. “When he's ready, I'll inform your office. For now, we need to keep the officer focused on his duties.”

Phil continued his visits with the therapist, who tried several approaches to bring his memory back, all without success. He reported to the chief, “Two weeks after the incident, hope of regaining those memories grew dimmer day by day.”

Landon had turned up two counties away in a drunk tank. His mother brought him home, where she put him into a detox center. He'd be out in another week, but the doctor held no promise for his memory. Heavy drinking and drug use had significantly affected his ability to remember things only a few days ago.

Landon's love of the stage had begun early. In each of his schools — elementary through high school — he would audition for a part in almost every play. At the university, his skills had further blossomed. Given any role, he could play it with conviction. Knowing that his so called “memory loss” would prevent the law from convicting another gay brother, made him enjoy his acting even more.

The end of all this effort seemed near.

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Using her GPS, Margaret had no trouble finding Arnold's home. She arrived just before the 8:00 PM arrival time, and turned into the drive to the house.

“We're here, baby,” she said to Christopher, who was seated next to her.

The note had told her, “Follow the gravel pathway and park behind the trees.” She parked as directed, and turned off the ignition. A moment later, she and Christopher were walking to the entrance.

It was Phil himself who opened the door to admit them. What a surprise! They both greeted him with hugs and kisses.

“Did you have any trouble finding the place?” he asked.

“None,” she answered. “That GPS got us here, although I think we need to fine tune it. The route it chose was most circuitous!”

“You're here, and that's all that matters,” he said. “Along with my little love, Christopher.” They hugged again. “Please come with me, I have some people I want you to meet.”

She and Christopher followed him along the wide hallway to an open door, from which light poured into the hall. Upon their entering, Brian, Donna, and Oliver stood up.

“Margaret and Christopher, I'd like you to meet Brian, his wife Donna, and their son Oliver.” They greeted each other all around, then took seats.

Everything so far seemed congenial.

Phil added, “What you don't know about us until now is that Christopher and I have the same relationship that Brian and his son, Oliver, do.”

Margaret's eyes went wide. “You're the guy he arrested a couple of weeks ago, aren't you?”

Brian answered. “I am the one.”

Phil broke in. “Brian was breaking the law. He wanted an interaction between a child and an adult. In this case there there would have been no harm. Both Brian and Jimmy would have engaged in acts they both enjoyed.”

Phil turned toward Margaret. “Honey, I'm as guilty under the law as Brian. He loves his son, but stupidly made the mistake of trying to go one step beyond. I can no longer provide evidence against him. It's just wrong.”

“You guys conspired to prevent the case from coming to trial?” she asked, open-mouthed at realizing how many laws they'd probably broken.

“Yes,” admitted Phil.

Margaret broke into laughter, “You guys, the three of you, have conspired to cause his case to come to a halt.”

“Yes,” answered Arnold, who felt it necessary to take part in this debate… “But blame me. I'm the one who came up with this idea.”

“Bullshit,” laughed Margaret. “You are the puppet master,” she said, indicating Arnold, then went on, “And these guys are your puppets.”

“I prefer ‘willing participant,’” said Brian, acknowledging her analysis.

“You really are a pack of scheming bastards,” she said with a laugh. Pulling Phil to her and wrapping her arms around him, she said, “Will I ever be able to trust you ever again?”

He smiled back. “Depends on if it's a good cause.”

“It was a good cause,” said Arnold, standing by his desk holding a bottle of champagne. Setting out seven glasses, he poured the bubbly liquid into five of them, which he passed out to the adults. The two boys received sparkling cider. There were some laws even Arnold wouldn't break.

He said, “I propose we drink that it runs its course with none of the participants being called to court.” Everybody raised his or her glasses, before tilting their own to take a sip and lowering them to listen further.

Arnold spoke again. “Brian and Donna have agreed to tell you additional facts about their family. Donna, would you like to begin?”

“Certainly,” she said. “Ours is a tale rarely heard and accepted. Brian and our son, Oliver, love each other far more than the average parent-child. Ours includes tender intimacy.” She paused looking around, then at Phil and Margaret's faces. They were both smiling and nodding assent. “But let me add that our whole family shares intimacy regularly. As couples and as three-ways.”

Margaret, who had up to now been smiling, changed. As the impact of Donna's admission, her eyes grew wide and her hand flew to cover her mouth. She gasped. “What?” she exclaimed, rising from her chair. “You mean to say that you three…,” her voice faded as the impact sank in. “You three? Each other?”

Brian moved closer to Donna. Margaret was clearly shocked at the words she'd just uttered. “Unbelievable!” She sank back into her chair, her face in her hands. Her muffled voice came through weakly, “All this! It's happening so fast.”

Donna moved closer, to sit next to Margaret. She said gently, not wanting to cause Margaret further distress, “There is really no difference who the adult is loving a child. Brian or me. We've found a way to express our love in a far deeper way than most. Believe me, dear. You surely would be surprised to learn how common our family situation is.”

Margaret's face softened as she absorbed Donna's words.

“I guess… I mean… I think… you're right. Completely right,” taking Phil's hand, which was resting on her shoulder. She looked up at him and said, “Phil, am I being too bold in suggesting, before all these new friends, that we might want to experiment with family-wide love?”

Phil was taken aback when he heard such words coming from his gentle Margaret. The very concept was so startling he could not respond.

She continued. “I haven't mentioned that I feel a little jealous that Christopher and you are making love. He kisses me, hugs me, and tells me I'm the best mom ever, yet it falls short of what they are having.” She pointed to Donna, Brian, and then to Oliver.

The boys were now listening and giggling. The adults were too busy with this new development to hear what they were whispering.

“I'm so glad you shared this with us. It's made me think of new possibilities for us.”

Arnold moved around the room, refilling drained glasses. The champagne was having its effect. Margaret's pronouncement seemed to inject a different element into the room.

Phil could feel it too, and quickly agreed. He too had fantasized about Margaret teaching Christopher the way a man loves a woman. His cock seemed to stiffen at the realization it might happen. Soon!

Arnold, seeing some glasses already only half full, moved to keep the champagne flowing. He said quietly to Margaret, “You and your family are certainly welcome to stay the night. I would rather you do than go on the road after what you've drunk.”

“What nonsense,” Margaret said. “I am not drunk, even though I might seem so when I ask Donna something.” She turned to look at Donna, her face slightly flushed, but not from the liquor: “You're a mother who taught Oliver. Would you agree to help me and Christopher?”

Both boys turned to look at their mothers, unbelieving what they'd just heard.

Donna felt a thrill rush through her, realizing what they were going to do. She took Margaret's hand and rose. “I am honored to join you and Christopher.” Margaret signaled to her son, who joined her. He was followed by Oliver.

Margaret kissed Phil and said, “Good night, honey. Tomorrow, things will be different.”

She glanced at Donna once more. She felt an unusual attraction for this woman she hardly knew.

The boys and women walked out of the room as casually as though they were going to McDonald's — leaving Brian, Phil, and Arnold alone.

“Speaking for myself,” said Brian. “I've got one hell of a hard on just thinking about the education your son is going to get.”

Phil was rubbing his crotch with a similar complaint.

“Gentlemen,” said Arnold. “I too am in the majority here. May I suggest that we use the hot tub as a place to get better acquainted?” He led the way to the patio, where they quickly stripped, admired each other's equipment, and sank into the steaming waters.

“More champagne?” asked Arnold, raising the bottle.