The Disregarded Curse

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The Disregarded Curse
a Timber Grove Story
by TGTrinity

///// Chapter One

Bonnie Slanger sat in a small office biting her lower lip. She was fighting the urge to get up and walk out, all the while trying to avoid making eye contact with the trampy secretary sitting at her desk. As Bonnie glanced in her direction again, she was amazed that the Coho Resort Hotel would allow their staff to dress so provocatively. The young girl looked like she would be rather primp and proper, until you saw the tiny shirt covering her large breasts...

“He’ll be just a second, Ma’am.”

Bonnie almost jumped out of her chair, surprised at the secretary’s comment and worried she was caught judging up the young girl. She was relieved to see the secretary smile and go back to her typing.

The minutes seemed to fly by as she thought about how stupid she was for coming here. A friend had told her about this “Shaman” who worked at the Resort and how he had cured her husband's infidelity. Bonnie’s husband was long gone, but her son was still in her house and he was just like his father…

“Bonnie?” Again a very nervous Bonnie jumped at the sound, then looked up to see a man in a nice grey suit holding out his hand. “I’m sorry, did I startle you?”

“No, I’m just a little nervous,” she said as she shook his hand.

“Of course you are, you’re here to see a Shaman… I get this all the time.”

“Oh, I wasn’t trying to be rude.”

“Trust me, there is no offense taken. Please, step into my office.” Bonnie followed him into his office and sat in the chair he motioned to. As he walked around his nice wooden desk she wondered if she was in the right place. This man in front of her was a member of the Coho tribe, but his short hair and fine suit was not what she was picturing a Shaman would be like.

“Well, Bonnie Slanger, my name is Sal Mon and I am a Shaman.”

“A pleasure… you see it’s just…”

“Bonnie, please. You’re friend Helen has filled me in on why you’re here: A overly sexual son whom you’re afraid will end up like his father.”

Bonnie was surprised Helen had told him so much. She found herself wanting to be angry at her friends over-sharing, but instead she felt glad she didn’t have to say it aloud. She and her husband only had one child together, and she did not want her son to walk down that same path. “Yes… that’s the jist of it.”

“Now, you’re son…”

“Michael.”

“Yes, Michael… he is attending Timber Grove Community College, yes?”

“Yes, but he still lives at home.”

“And he is sexually active?”

“Yes.” Again she wanted to feel shame, embarrassment or anger, but instead she felt nothing other than a slight relief.

“How so?”

“Excuse me?”

“Is he online looking at porn and masturbating? Is he having sex? If so, is it often or with multiple partners?”

“Yes… to everything.” Bonnie had caught him numerous times with girls in his room, as well as walking in on him looking at porn. Her husband was very athletic and attractive, and her son got hit with it as well. He could have any girl he wanted, and he did, yet he still spent so much time online.

“I see,” Sal said as he twiddled his thumbs and rotated in his chair a little. “And you’re husband was the same?”

She nodded. Her husband had left her ten years ago for some bimbo he met online. Before that he was unfaithful, even going as far as sleeping with her younger sister. They only had one child together, and she did not want Michael to walk down that same path.

“I see… okay, Bonnie Slanger, I think I have just the thing for you.” He walked over to a small figurine and tossed it to her. She caught it, and looked it up and down before laughing a little.

“What is this?”

“Exactly what it looks like.”

“A hula bobble girl?” Sal simply nodded and Bonnie stared at him in disbelief. It was just your typical dashboard hula girl, although she did admit the craftsmanship was very good. “I don’t know…”

“It’s a magic idol, Bonnie Slanger. You place this in the room of the man who you wish to curse and everytime he ejaculates the idol will make him a little more… feminine.”

“Wait, who said anything about a curse?”

“Curse is just a word, Bonnie Slanger. This will give your son the deterrent he needs.”

“So everytime my son…”

“Ejaculates.”

“That… he will become a little more feminine?”

“Yes, and soon he will swear it off and I can remove the curse.” Sal said as he extended his hand and waited for her to shake. She didn’t know why, but she felt she could trust him and a handshake later (as well as $5000.00 payment) she was at home with the idol in Michael’s room.

“You’re fucking joking.”

“Language, young man.” She had just told her son that she was cursing him, and explained what would happen if he didn’t change his ways.

“I’m cursed. You’re cursing me?” He said between bouts of laughter.

“Yes… You should take this more seriously.”

“Wait until I tell Paul that I’m cursed, he’ll love it.” Paul was their neighbors son, and a good friend of Michaels. Bonnie wished that Paul would rub off on Michael a bit, since he was a nice straight laced kid.

“Michael… please you need to…”

“I’m cursed!” More laughter.

“Please…” Michael was unrelenting in his laughter. “You know I have to leave town for the week. I’ll be at the office in Seattle, please don’t bring any girls here…”


“Because I’m cursed!” He was now laughing so hard that he was having problems breathing. She just left his room and went about packing her things. As she did, she finally felt that shame and embarrassment she was hoping to feel earlier. How could she be so stupid in thinking a “Shaman” was the answer. She left the house without saying goodbye to Michael, although she could still hear his laughter. The entire week she was gone she felt too ashamed to call Michael, not even to check in on him.

As she pulled her car into the drive the next Saturday, there was a slight bit of rain coming down. She saw Michael’s car parked out front, and was dreading the upcoming bouts of laughter she was sure was coming. She grabbed her little luggage from the back seat and walked inside.

“Michael, I’m home!” There was no answer, which was normal as Michael typically had his door closed. She placed her luggage by the kitchen island and walked up the stairs. As she did so she heard the faint sound of screaming coming from her son’s bedroom. “That bastard,” she said under her breath as she ran up the stairs and threw open Michael’s door.

Only, Michael wasn’t in the room. There on Michael’s bed was the neighbor boy, Paul, with a big titted blonde bouncing up and down on him. Bonnie didn’t know what to say, the sudden vision of these two naked young people fucking in her house was too much for her.

Paul was the first to see Bonnie. “Oh shit! Ms. Slanger, I can…”

Then the blonde bimbo turned around and looked Bonnie right in the eyes. “Mom?”

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