Chapter 2 - Carol

So during that debacle, I'm pretty sure I saw Jill and Keith staring at my huge boner while I was looking around in panic. I hope they don't think I'm weird. It's not like I asked for a horse cock.

I've never had an opinion either way on it until I found out my best friend in high school only befriended me to get in my pants. That's when I realized that I would definitely be treated like a circus freak or a conquest if it became known. Since then, I wore a jock strap and heavy duty briefs.

However, jock straps aren't designed for formal settings. So I found myself holding the tattered remains of my pants and my smartphone on the first day amongst people I really wanted to make a good first impression upon. Well, I guessed that they would feel a bit more comfortable knowing that I was made a fool of first. I don't really mind since I don't take things like this personally. As long as my mom still loves me, I'm fine even if I'm spat on.

My mom, Carol, slowly stopped laughing and the other Fixers also averted their eyes. Carol adjusted her wrinkled clothing and returned to her professional, stern face. If she had that on the whole time, the Fixers might have been much more nervous.

Carol coughed and said, "Please take a seat. It's nice to meet you, aspiring Fixers. You have been selected among the all American high school graduates as the best of the best in your skills."

Carol glanced at Sagar, "One of you has talked down a school shooter from going on a killing spree."

She then glanced at Monica, "One of you has prevented multiple suicide attempts and pulled dozens out of drug addiction."

"You all have proven yourself with excellence. Now is the time for you to hone your skills even further."

Carol puffs up her chest with pride causing her impressive chest and nipples stretch her shirt to their limits. "Welcome to the Fixer Uppers! I am the lead scientist and designer of this program. You can call me Carol. I will also be Jill's personal instructor. Let me speak a bit about the program. Fixing is a difficult job and you may be liable to personal danger, but you will have a number of benefits that make it worthwhile."

"First of all, you will make a lot of money. The Clogs you will work with will likely be high-value targets with connections in upper society. Secondly, you will be doing a great service to society by Fixing these Clogs. Due to how rich or influential these Clogs are, they can do a lot of good for society if they are reformed. Thirdly, you will be given legal immunity to the persecution of Clogs, in the rare situation that one decides to press charges. In the equally rare situation that Clogs take underhanded actions against you, the HHS itself will bear the full brunt of the US govt upon them."

"Now then, I should explain that you Fixers will be getting very up close and personal with Clogs and you should be careful that you keep it strictly business. Do not let your personal feelings influence your work. Tom, come up onto the stage here and get naked. You're already halfway there."

Scattered gasps and laughs come from the Fixers. I left my phone on my desk and hesitantly walked up onto the stage holding my pants rags over my crotch and removed my shirt with one hand to face the audience. I actively avoided looking at my mom and her rocket nips, instead looking up at the ceiling in nervousness.

My mom then said, "Confrontations between Fixers and Clogs often include vying for superiority in proxy wars, which can be anything from an innocuous conversation to sexual intercourse. If Tom came up to the stage with confidence, I might have been intimidated. But as you can see, I won this round before we even properly interacted."

I furrowed my brows. Despite my relative nonchalance when it comes to embarrassing myself, I didn't like to lose. Next time, I resolved myself to win, so I tossed away my tattered pants and stood up straight on the stage fully displaying my naked body and my half erect horse cock.

Carol, my current opponent, chuckled at my swap in attitude. I'm sure she had me read already by then, because she arched her back just enough to pop a button. This forced me to look at her new cleavage positioning, which caught me irrevocably in her trap. Now that I recall this event, I was too arrogant to think I could survive my mother's assault in her home field of destroying men.

When I moved my gaze onto her cleavage, she was already catwalking towards me. I was taken completely by the contrast in the way her boobs bounced in jubilation at the popped button, and the way her nipples were immobile. They were still standing straight up a full inch against her lacy bra and shirt, as if they had drilled a hole in her shirt there and refused to move. Soon her cleavage was right below my face, so that I could see deep into her cleavage, giving me a clear view of the full inch her nipples extended off her large breasts. In fact, her tits might as well have been naked, because she was even more erotic clothed.

Somehow, my dick had become fully erect and inserted itself in between her buttons into her cleavage without my noticing until I felt my penishead nuzzle itself into the bountiful melons. Of course, I was so turned on at my horse cock being between my own mom's milkers that I came immediately. Semen shot out of my cock as I grit my teeth and groaned. I could barely keep my eyes open as I continued to spurt jets of cum that pooled above her tits and painted her chest, neck, and chin in my white jelly. There was at least a full 3 cups worth.

Carol sighed and entirely ignored the cum as she said, "You've lost once again, but don't get discouraged. Fixing isn't easy, Tom. You'll need lots of training, as do all of you."

I finally got the chance to look at my fellow Fixers and they all seemed dumbfounded at the first day's orientation. Jill and Keith were no longer staring, but Maria was. Sagar and Monica seemed to be overcoming their shock and observing the situation as a whole in thought. It appears they were comprehending what caused me to lose and what caused Carol to win. That's when I noticed that Jill and Keith were darting their eyes around as if they were trying to stare anywhere other than my cock. I sighed, wiped my dick on the tatters of my pants that I picked up off the floor and went back to my seat after I had put my shirt on.

My mom pulled out a pair of black briefs and pants that were conveniently my size and threw them over. I caught them and she said, "Thanks for being the volunteer, Tom. Remember, every failure is a step closer to success, if you can learn from it."

I nod and wonder what I'm supposed to learn from my mom having her tits full of my cum. I guess it's that life can take unexpected turns? To be honest, I am quite fine with cumming on her tits even if it means losing. However, now that I think about it, I didn't get to grope them or squeeze them. Maybe the reason I lost is that by cumming early, I lost out on my mom going even further? Or being able to take the initiative myself? I can't exactly imagine myself having my way with my own mom, but if I am the Fixer and she's playing the Clog, then if she's making sexual advances on me, I should be allowed to freely make sexual advances on her. Those are the unwritten rules of engagement.

After that incident, I was clothed and confused back at my seat as my mom delivered some cliche, but important advice. Maria was still looking at me and when I turned my face to her with a questioning look, she quickly turned away with a red face. I asked myself, "Is that what I think it was? Aren't those the signs of a girl crushing on me?!" I quickly adjusted my perspective not to get my expectations too high, because it would be shitty to have them trampled when they aren't met. Either way, I wanted to try to talk to her privately. Not to ask her out, but to get to know her better, and maybe get her number.

Surprisingly enough, I didn't get a boner at the thought of Maria liking me. It was more of a happy, giddy feeling of utmost joy, until I quashed it as nonsensical and too many steps ahead. Now that I am revisiting this moment, I wonder why my mom invokes boners so easily for me and others don't. Maybe I've been classically conditioned to pop boners around my mom?

Anyway, the orientation continued with Carol explaining that I would be mentored by a guy called Ryan, Sagar would be mentored by a guy called Ram, Keith would be mentored by a guy called Seth, and Monica would be mentored by a girl called Ellen. She didn't tell us the last names, so we were a bit nervous, but from what I could read of my mom's body language, which she is very good at concealing, we were in for a surprise.

As Carol wrapped up her orientation, she asked, "Can anyone tell me why I did not clean, touch, or acknowledge the fact that I have male ejaculate all over me? You can consider this a pop quiz."

Monica raised her hand first and jokingly said before she was even called upon, "Because it's super hot and it makes your skin look great." Then she adds, "Winner's always have great skin!"

Carol shook her head and pointed at Sagar who also had his hand up. Sagar said, "Because acknowledging it means that it bothers you. In your design, a winner must project confidence and control over the situation. If you acknowledge that the cum bothers you, then you have indirectly admitted that your orientation was imperfect and have metaphorically lost. However, if you ignore it and complete your presentation without a single misstep, then we will be left to wonder if that was your intention all along."

Carol smiles widely, which causes a clinging drop of cum to slash into the pool over her breasts. "Impeccable answer. I couldn't have stated it better myself. You'll do well here, Sagar."

She continued, "That's exactly right! Sometimes, it isn't a matter of winning in the objective sense, but projecting enough confidence, professionalism, and knowledge that you awe your opponent into admitting loss. Suppose your target is someone that is even smarter than you, but is still a Clog, and therefore a danger to society for one reason or another. For these situations, you may not be able to beat them in knowledge, but you can still Fix them once you finish your training. I guarantee that it's possible! You are all dismissed for today, but I encourage you to get to know your colleagues better. Thank you for your patience and I hope you can become great Fixers to benefit America."

There was a silence for a moment as Carol packed the notes she took with her away and left the room still not bothering about the cum still sloshing on her chest and drying on her chin. Not a single drop fell on the floor besides what I had wiped off on my own. I never knew what my mom did before today, but now I realize she's even more impressive than I expected. What a woman.

I glanced over at Maria and hoped she was looking at me too. If she was, I was prepared to take the initiative to sit next to her. Unexpectedly, she was glancing at me! So I awkwardly made my way over to a seat next to her and sat down. Following my example, the other Fixers split off into duos too. Jill went to sit next to Sagar and Monica asked Keith to come over to her. We got a bit more comfortable now that it was only us in the room. Of course, it's likely that scientists were still observing us so we started with small talk.

I said, "Hi, Maria."

She replied, "Hi, Tom."

I asked a mildly blushing Maria, "So, what do you like to do in her free time?" To her credit, she composed herself quickly and didn't look at me like I was a freak of nature. She responded with a casual smile and spoke in a gentle motherly voice, "I like spending my time helping animals and disadvantaged people, and also managing my nonprofits. How about you?"

At this point, I was inwardly crying at how over-accomplished my peers were. Am I supposed to just tell them that I don't do shit other than play video games, watch anime, and read webnovels? I'm halfway to being a Clog myself compared to these monsters! Maria herself is definitely a real life angel. Anyway, I said, "That's really impressive, Maria. I like reading books of all kinds. My favorite genre is sci-fi." That's about as euphemistic as I could make my life.

I got a closer look at Maria and slowly became mesmerized by her beautiful face. She had a bit of droop in her eyes that could probably calm a rampaging bull. Her nose was dainty and somewhat sharp. Her lips were full and had naturally pink hues. There was some transparent gloss on them that made her lips very inviting. Her cheeks were ruddy and she was asking me something.

(A/N: Tom gets rekt, happily?)