Phase III.I- Secrets

As quietly as she could in her formal swing dress, Angel sneaked along the white picket fence to the window, where she could clearly see the masked man and Debbie enter the dining room.

The two were arguing, with Debbie seeming to defend herself while the masked man seemed to be demanding something.

Sometimes bits of the argument were loud enough for Angel to hear:

".... How was I supposed to know..."

"....I vouched for you to do this!...."

".... Look, you don't have to...."

Eventually the two calmed down, and Angel was able to get a good look at the masked man. In particular, an emblem on his trenchcoat. Vaguely Masonic, with a yellow triangle, an eyeball, and two blue bands around it.

The masked man's body language and his voice sounded familiar. Debbie held him and smiled. Angel lip-read her: Debbie said that she was sorry, that she should've listened and she'll help with whatever they need now.

The masked man de-tensed, and while she couldn't obviously read his lip, he patted her shoulders, and hugged her. He took out his cell phone, and showed her something. He then typed something, and Debbie took out her phone, and smiled.

The two left the room. Angel snuck back around and saw the masked man hug Debbie again, and leave in his car. Once she got a closer look, she saw the same symbol on the car door. She saw the license plate: STMNAS5.

Angel ran back to her house, before anyone could catch her.

Angel and Ben had spent five hours combing through both Debbie's school files and the Jing client files, trying to intersect them. Ange wore a red bra and knickers

Because of the scale of the Jing files, it took a while to get through all of it. Most of it was standard accounting information, general payrolls and finances.

The school documents were relatively smaller. While there wasn't anything on explicit transformation or major change, she also noticed each form had a "reasons" question, and it often described problems the women had gone through, as listed by either the girl herself or her "guardian". She also noted a contract that seemed to have a lot of rules around it, particularly behavioral and some consent forms. She also noticed that many of the girls at the school were either the wives, mothers, or daughters of various account holders at Jing. In fact, the school had been listed under SAL in those accounts as a fee.

Finally, the School itself came up in the files. It was listed as an "asset" belonging to the "Swell Schools and Education System," that listed other schools like it in Stepford's sister communities.

"Swell Schools" was in turn, owned by the Tranquility Corporations, shrouded in mystery. Tranquility had, in fact, many, many assets listed, but Angel and Ben noted that there was overlap between the account holders who were Tranquility investors or owners and those who had women in the school.

That overlap also had another similarity: they all paid fees to a "SMA", which was not described or listed. However, going back to the contracts, they found that the consent forms often referred to no legal action against the school or "their partners at the Stepford Men's Association."

The employee files for Jing had all the partners listed as paying fees, and many clients were as well.

After this exhaustive search, they looked up the Men's Association. They had a page that gave general information about the club location and some contact information, but nothing much else. However....

"There!"

Angel pointed out the symbol, the same one on the masked man's pocket and the car.

"So, this Men's Association seems to be the center of this. We need to find out more about them."

"We could just visit them."

"Yeah, but that's too obvious." Angel thought for a second, and looked at the bare website. "Maybe you could call. Say you're interested in joining."

"Why don't you call?"

"They don't seem to take women members."

"True."

Ben dialed the number, and put the phone on speaker. Despite the hour at night, a voice picked up.

"Hello?"

"Yes, hi, my name is Ben Sanderson. I found the website for your organization. I am a... man in Stepford, and I want to join."

"Well, you came to the right place. I could set up a meeting tomorrow for you to come in."

"Really?"

"Yeah, just come in whenever, and we can talk about joining."

"Sounds good, uh, see you tomorrow."

Ben hung up and looked confused. "That was ... easy."

Finally, Ben and Angel retired to their room, and got ready for bed. Angel snuggled her naked body against his pajamas. They considered each other

Ben was impressed by Angel's detective skills not diminishing a bit despite her retirement. Angel loved that her man was proving quite an investigator.

Her man. Angel sighed. Ben was not just her son, but a man relying on her. Like his father. His father was her equal, her partner but they were growing apart. She couldn't give him what he needed. What he deserved. And then he died suddenly.

She looked over to Ben. Ben looked back.

I already lost one man. I can't lose another. Not now. Ben was her new equal, and Angel was going to give him what he needed.

Little did Angel realize, but Ben was thinking the same thing. Ben needed to protect his Angel, and make sure that her care was reciprocated.

"Mom?"

"Yeah, baby?"

"You helped me out a lot these days. Let me return the favor."

Ben slowly moved his hand up and down Angel's abs, just as Angel showed him. She smiled.

"I see you learned."

"Oh, I learned a lot more than that." He moved his hand down to her panties and moved them. He teased her a bit, prompting some moans from her.

Finally, he looked to Angel for approval, which she nodded to. He pulled the panties and slowly inserted his fingers.

"Oh, yeah, yeah Ben." Angel moaned as Ben slowly moved his fingers in his mother's vagina. Ben moved in and licked and sucked her nipple.

Angel breathed in as he worked his tongue on her and his fingers down there. He was slowly increasing the speed.

"Yeah, baby, keep doing it." Angel groaned as waves of pleasure came over her. He knew just how to hit the spot.

Ben moved from her breasts and gave her a kiss to keep the pleasure going.

He increased the speed, she felt the pleasure just building and building, until she orgasmed, and screamed. She had squirted over the bedsheets.

"Whoops."

"Don't worry about it, Angel."

The two laid in each other's arms, Angel keeping her son in her strong embrace.

This is what a Man does. Takes care of his woman. And his woman takes care of him.

Angel knew that at some point, to honor her late husband, she would need to be a better partner to Ben. Make sure that his woman loved his man.

And Ben, in not so many words, was thinking the same thing.