It was late in the evening when Lincoln heard the house phone rang from downstairs. It was one of those old antique phones that presumably belonged to his grandparents before the era of cell phones. That very antique phone was centered in the living room of the house. He often questioned his father on why do they still have a house phone. His mother would reply, "Because my mother still doesn't believe in handheld devices. Causes us cancer." Lincoln had a follow up question, which he hoped from his father he would get a straightforward answer. "How come we live in such a big house, but only one phone?" His father barely blinked when responding, "Ask your mother, Lincoln old boy. Papa Bear is kind of busy with the sports page." Before returning a rebuttal to his mother, she pushed him along with his lunch and was sent off to school.

He didn't know why that particular memory came to him. Maybe it was a ploy or a device to get a story started, he thought. He often questioned his mind and the direction he was going. Like if he was going to get up and answer the phone. At this point of time, Lincoln was sort of busy tending to some needs on his own.

His older sister, Leni, was an avid fan of television classics from the 60s to the 80s. One afternoon, after a favor of Leni to clean her closet for a few dollars, he stumbled upon a video collection.

'I Dream of Jeannie.' The white-haired child read aloud, holding the dusted video cover.

'It's quite a classic,' respond Leni as she was filing her nails. 'Comedy, adventure, love.' She turned over on the bed. 'Plenty of romance. God, Barbara Eden looked so beautiful in her gown. Larry Hagman.' She paused, gripping the covers. 'Don't get me started on that hulk of sculpted flesh.'

Lincoln felt awkward as the elder Loud was drooling from her mouth. He couldn't help but to notice that she was shifting her body in the lower pelvic region. 'Uh, sis. Should I take my leave?'

Leni didn't object. She thanked Lincoln for cleaning her closet and told him to close the door behind him. Lincoln shut the door. It wasn't long when he heard The Statler Brothers playing. Lincoln and those of age who were aware of "alone time," understood when she played "Flowers on the Wall," she shouldn't be disturbed. For at least twenty, twenty-five minutes. Thirty-five if she had an off week. He made his awkward return to his bedroom, still gripping the I Dream of Jeannie video in his hand.

Quite a blessing that he still have his old VHS that he got as a hand-me down from his father. It was going to belong to a thrift store or to the dump, but Lincoln managed to save it from its demise. He took it from under his bed and properly placed it above his DVD player. He had some spare time and he knew he wasn't going to be bothered. So, he put on the video and sat on his bed.

I Dream of Jeannie and Barbara Eden gave him fantasy-filled thoughts that fueled his entire weekend. He didn't want to think of the details that happened in those two short days. The results were change of bedsheets and blankets, cramped hands, and plenty of water to restore his lost electrolytes.

Hungry was also a contributing factor. Then yet again, the white-haired child love to eat.

Now, that particular weekend came and went. There were other weekends as well, but he knew he was going to have an uninterrupted day of consuming his brain, his heart, his soul, and his dick on Barbara Eden, he played one of the biggest games any teenager would play.

That evening, he returned home from school feeling ill. His mother came to his sickening aid. The moment his mother touched him, he had ran to the bathroom to relieve his sickness. His family was met with the putrid sounds of vomiting, retching, and crying. His mother and Leni came to him, helped him to his bed. His mother helped him with his clothes and Leni directed Luna to make the soup that he enjoyed so much when he was ill.

The same night, the family was going to a charity benefit for his father's company. His mother didn't want to leave Lincoln's sight. However, Lincoln pulled to his mother. 'Don't let me stop you from having fun. It's steak and shrimp, Mom. When is the next time we are going to get that for free without being chased by the police?'

She closed her eyes, agreeing to the trust of her son. Or, maybe she was agreeing about the next opportunity could afford that kind of luxury. Between the both of them, Rita and Lynn earned enough as a first year school teacher working in the inner city. Then, adding eleven children in the fray? Don't forget that the couple had to take care of themselves. She gave him a warm kiss on the cheek before their departure. His soup was on the nightstand by his bed. Luna gave him the remote to his television. They all said goodbye before heading off to the charity function.

Lincoln coughed in agony for a few minutes. He reached the window, bidding them farewell as they went off to the charity benefit. They left the driveway and Lincoln went from cry to snorting to laughing. He bit his lip, laughing in a fetal position of the Academy Award nominated, or better yet Razzie Award attempt of faking sick.

The charity benefit was over an hour away from Royal Woods. He calculated the time of his father's slow driving, traffic, and the length of the benefit, he knew that he was going to have at least five hours of alone time with his dick and Barbara Eden.

He jumped from the bed and he got his supplies for tonight. A personal care package that he had saved for tonight: four bottles of sports energy drink (for electrolytes), an orange sock (to cover his messes), spare change of underwear (he didn't need any nosy or prying eyes until he felt it was good enough to dump in the wash), and a bottle of lubricant (lotion was too slick, so petroleum jelly was his best option).

He didn't feel to lock the door for he knew he would finish way before their returned. He even added an additional thirty minutes if they were to stop for ice cream. Knowing for Lana, Lola, and Luan's appetite, he would count of them for their time delay.

The lights were off, just the glowing of the television announcing itself to the white-haired child. Once hearing the theme song, he was geared up and ready to go.

It was something about Barbara Eden and the role that she played in the series. Something about playing the role of a ditsy blonde, wanting to be an idiot, falling into the arms of the astronaut and military men in uniform. They fell like putty, all over her hands. She called them master and the men would drop to their needs. Lincoln's thoughts drifted from her role in the show to the alluring costume she was wearing. Lincoln applied his lubricant on his dick, rubbing it until it was firm enough for his dick. His sock was on standby until he was on the verge of climax. He had a sigh as he made his hand return to his son and tend to his needs.

He gripped on the phallus, ensuring that an erection was to be stirred. While multitasking, Lincoln turned his eyes to her costume. Although the uniform wasn't see through, but it certainly didn't make it any less inviting.

His blood vessels were awakening, making Lincoln excited as he wanted his dick to accept the softness of its hand as they were responsible for tending their needs. Lincoln heard Jeannie said master and that was making him more aroused.

However, here was where the moments change for the white-haired child. He often pictured if Jeannie played the role of Master. His job was to please her in any way. Not in a sense of domination in which she was to insult, to belittle, or to ridicule him. It wasn't like that. The idea of a woman dominating him in a sexual way turned him on.

He imagined his hand to be the tightening, enveloped folds of Barbara Eden's pussy as he stroked faster to make himself cum.

The phone was ringing again, but he wasn't going to answer. If there was something of an emergency, then they would have to contact his cell phone. It was very unfortunate that his cell phone was on mute. He declined calls for the time being.

Nothing was going to interrupt this night.

"Yes, Master Jeannie," he said aloud, but at a softer volume. Although he was alone, he still didn't want to take the chance of being caught. His dick was leaking his tears, crying out to his hands as it too begged for Lincoln's hand pussy. His hand pussy couldn't agree anymore as it accepted his little son's request. "Mistress," he purred. "Mistress, mistress, mistress. Make me do the things you want me to do. You have three wishes to give me? I want to eat you out in the best way possible, I want to serve you and your body as the temple; never to be poisoned or trampled by outsiders; and three more wishes because you won't allow me to ever leave you."

He gripped his shaft tighter. He edged a bit, but calm down. He wanted the rush. So close to release, but denying himself from full and complete closure.

"No, no, Lincoln," he said to himself in a feminine voice. "You must understand that I am in charge of your release."

"Yes, mistress," he responded to himself. "I love you, mistress."

"Love me when you release inside," he said in his feminine voice. "The moment you release, then you will hear the words you crave from me." He gripped his dick tighter. "Because I want to say those words, too."

"I am close, Mistress," he cried out loudly. "I am close, Mistress. I wanna cum. I wanna cum."

"Then do it, Lincoln," he said in his feminine voice. "Come for your mistress."

"I am cumming!"

"I love you, Lincoln!"

Lincoln grabbed his sock in time as the jet of semen released onto the orange fabric. He jerked his hips as he continued stroking his dick until nothing else spurted. He ebbed in the afterglow, feeling the sensation of pleasure that he craved.

Saving himself for Barbara Eden and withholding his masturbation for two weeks was worth this night.

A bottle of his sport drink was called for his celebration of his first release. He reached for the drink that was sitting on the floor. As he reached for it, his eyes spotted a pair of high heel shoes right in front of him.

He looked to the floor. He saw the glowing glare of the television, followed by the drop of a purse. He looked up to the surprise of his mother standing right in front of him. Her eyes went from his penis to the television screen. She saw Barbara Eden or Jeannie doing a quirky dance. She then return to his now flaccid penis. He quickly reached for his pajamas that was sitting beside his bed.

"Mom," he said loudly. He watched as his mother was staring at him. Her face didn't display anger. She didn't look happy. Her face was something he couldn't quite description at this particular juncture.

She reached over to the floor to pick up her purse. She came to his direction. She pressed forward. At first, he thought he was going to face corporal punishment. However, she pressed her forehead onto his forehead. She kept it on him for a few moments.

All the while, Lincoln became reddened when smelling the natural oils of honeydew, something that his mother purchased during her travels in the Middle East. He inhaled her scents, more in fear than out of excitement. She released her hold from Lincoln.

"It seems to me that you are going to be fine," she said calmly. "I think you will be fine for tomorrow." She turned off his television. "Get some rest, sweetheart." Lincoln's eyes followed his mother as she came to his door.

"We will talk about this in the morning."

She closed the door, leaving Lincoln with a strong sense of embarrassment. He reached to his phone and saw that his mother had made several attempts to get to him. He cursed under his breath for not answering the phone. He turned over to his side, thinking of the possibilities of what tomorrow was going to bring.