Shota Impregnator [F/m MILF mom shota incest underage happy]

When Dad arrived, Mom's lips stifled his greeting. When she woman-handled him into their room, he barely managed to drop his briefcase. I don't think he was unhappy about it.

I watched and hoped she would overcome her unconscious fear of getting pregnant by him. I contemplated her problem, trying to use Ms. Nurhea's perspective. What if Mom's arousal at being attacked had gotten mixed up with her intense desire to get pregnant, during a terrible moment when what she really wanted was to escape being raped! Who knows? I actually didn't like thinking about it. I blamed the voice in my head.

Using Dad's work laptop, I watched video lectures and took notes in my workbooks. I really liked this school better than elementary school. Previously I had to listen to a teacher all day and then work at home. Watching lectures was almost like goofing off! Also I could turn up the sound volume until the lecturer drowned out the disgusting sounds emanating from my parents' room.

I went to bed early and managed to sleep by covering my ears with pillows.

A memorable dream played out near dawn. My hard penis had woken in the night, crept off of the couch, and crawled under the bedroom door. It sneaked into my parents' bed and went to sleep in Mom's curled hand, remaining perfectly hard throughout the night. Upon waking, I swore I could smell Mom's sex. I immediately checked to see if I had ejaculated in my bed, but the sheet was dry.

I detached the charging cable from my watch at 7:13 AM. Dad had left for work, and Mom would probably sleep for another hour, maybe longer if they they had played late into the night. I felt sorry for Dad. I worried he wasn't getting enough sleep to handle his grueling work. I got up and used the bathroom.

That room's door to the bedroom tempted me while I washed my hands. Yesterday, Mom had been using her Magic Wand. I had to peek. I opened the door quietly, but she was simply asleep. Some of the covers had shifted in the night. She looked cold. I crept inside, intending to cover her. Whatever force drew me to her also drew me to crawl in under the sheets. I pulled the covers over both of us and lie watching her sleep in her light blue nightgown. My penis got hard again, of course.

My hand reached down and fetched the shaft through the slit in my pajama bottoms. I snuggled closer, until my jutting prong touched her wrist. She must have taken off her rings before going to bed, or I would have felt them when her hand shifted under my penis and curled its fingers around me.

I shivered with pleasure. She merely held it, under the covers. The sensation soothed me, and I must have fallen asleep.

"Billy, are you punishing me again?" Mom's voice woke me. Her hand remained curled around my stiff peter, clenching it slightly.

"No." I yawned. "I just wanted to be with you. I woke early and was bored."

She yawned but remained suspicious. "Did you put your penis in my hand?"

"I didn't." Her hand had curled around it.

"You know I'm having difficulty trusting you these days." She released my happy boner.

"I'm sorry." I shifted away from her.

"I'll choose to believe you meant well." She sat up in bed and stretched out her arms.

"What happened last night with Dad?"

"That's our business." Mom grinned sleepily. "But it was very nice." She wanted more than nice, but she was grateful for nice after their disasters.

"I'm going to see Mrs. Guthrie this afternoon."

"Don't plan anything for Monday afternoon. Yvonne has scheduled our next lesson then. She texted me while you were at Colleen's."

"Oh. Okay." I told her, "On Saturday night, I'm going to play Tickes and Rides with Mrs. Cherkle and Shannon.

"I'm afraid you're going to be a bit lonely this weekend." Mom was referring to her exercises with Dad. She would work her demons until she exorcised them or exhausted him. I didn't mind, as I would be on a picnic with Steve and Trish, tomorrow. I still had to decide where. Maybe that little park.

On Sunday, I would shop for clothes with Tara. I hoped she appreciated the sacrifices that would be required of me, waiting for her to choose, waiting for her to change, telling her how pretty everything made her look. It would be worth, I was sure, but I wasn't keen to do it very often. She might want to go whoring that night, but returning to the billiards parlor was risky after what Shannon had said. I didn't want Tara to get in trouble. If I was going to be a good pimp, I would have to stand up to her occasional recklessness.

Mom grabbed my attention. "If you still want to talk with Nanna and your grandfather, you need to be at home, 5pm sharp!" Mom would sell me to strangers to avoid calling her folks one minute late.

"Okay." I had plenty planned for the weekend, but I would miss spending a full day with Mom. I offered, "Maybe next weekend, if you feel better, can I take you to the zoo or a museum?"

"That sounds like you're inviting me on a date." She meant, without Dad.

I scratched my head. "The next day, I'll take Dad to the other place." I enjoyed his company without Mom, too. Just not in the same way.

"I'll think about it." Mom wouldn't commit, but I knew not to schedule either next Saturday or Sunday until she had. She broke the mood. "We should be getting up and getting ready."

It was the first pleasant morning with her that we had shared for some time. I didn't want it to end. "Hey, Mom. Some of the kids found out about the news video with me and Mrs. Tidden. I don't know what to do about it."

"Cat's out of the bag, Billy." Mom took my hand and shook it. "Even if you catch it, the cat won't let you stuff it back in."

"Huh?"

Mom chuckled. "Here's your chance to discover what the right thing to do is, without taking shit from anybody. Talk can be an awful thing, especially talk that spreads. If you can rise above it, you'll see who truly matters to you and vice versa."

Everyone is cursed with parents. While enduring her opaque lecture, I felt more cursed than most. Maybe a little retaliation would ward off her veiled wisdom. "You got another package on Wednesday. I put in the entry closet. Did you find it? I forgot to tell you."

Mom let go of my hand and blushed. "Thank you for telling me. You didn't hide it out of malice, did you?"

"No. But is Dad right? Do you have a secret admirer?"

"Something like that." She admitted without looking me in the eye.

"Are you going to let him compete to make a baby with you?" I had been dying to ask that question about every man who had aroused Mom, ever since she had mentioned Sperm Competition. I only knew about her playing with Mr. Allister and Mr. Crocle, but I suspected there were others like Mr. Kampold. I happily ignored Mr. Gorgev and Mr. Tidden.

Her blush vanished when she screwed up her face. "Of course not, Billy. I'll promise you that much. Go get the package, and I'll prove it to you." She squeezed my hand. "Just don't start thinking that I'll talk about my private business whenever you ask. I'll let you see what's in the package but no more than that."

Mom released my hand, and I crawled out of my parents' bed to fetch her admirer's gift. When I returned, I sat on the edge of the bed and handed the sealed package and a knife to her.

She cut the label and sealing tape, opened the cardboard box, and from the packing noodles plucked out a smaller plain white box about nine inches long and three inches wide. It was stuffed with cotton.

"This is smaller than the first two gifts." She carefully picked out the cotton balls and revealed a small figurine that resembled Mom, but it was naked. Her admirer had carved it out of a small block of marble and polished every nook of her body. The precision was so fine, it even showed how Mom groomed her pubic hair. "He's obviously an artist." She touched the amazing rendition of her figure, with a delicate finger as if she already treasured it.

"It's beautiful." My love for Mom split two ways. I was super jealous, and I wanted the figurine more than the six hundred or so dollars in the pocket of my pants (wherever I had laid them). "What were the other gifts?" Those boxes were bigger but hadn't been heavy enough to hold statuettes.

"They were similar but different, Billy. This maybe smaller, but the artist worked a lot harder on it." That's all she would say.

"What are you going to do with this one?"

"I'm going to keep it, Billy. It's a gift." She said softly but took a more serious tone. "When I met him, I was very clear about my intentions regarding him. If I should see him again, I'll tell him the same thing. I only have love for my family."

I could feel Mom's love, and it helped to reunite my love for her. I took the boxes to the kitchen, and put it in the recycling bin. Mom probably wanted to get ready for the day. I went to unmake my bed. When she appeared from the bedroom, showered and dressed, I surprised her with a hot breakfast. She smirked, "Is this to let you get to school early again?"

"No." I stuck out my tongue. "Are you going to be with Jude all day again?"

She finished a bite of scrambled eggs. "His father and I arranged it officially, but only while I'm not working for Meals on Heels." She kneed my thigh. "I can put a stop to it if you want."

"Isn't Jude helping you fight your condition?"

My question amused her. "You're the one giving me to him." She glanced down at her full chest then smirked at me. "Well, part of me. He confessed, the first day, that you gave him permission to play with these. Jude's seven. You expect him to keep secrets from his pretend mommy?"

Her revelation about her artist admirer prompted me to pry. "Are you doing anything, um, more with him?"

She got miffed. "If I asked you the same question about Principal Agincourt, what would you say?"

I recoiled from Mom, blurting, "We haven't- That's my private busi-" Oh. I pursed my lips to one side of my face.

"The answer is, 'No.'" Mom answered. "Jude has no interest in sex."

I refrained from relating Jude's story about playing doctor with a girl named Ginger, but they could have just be body curious. I sure had been at his age, and Mom let me see everything. Dad wasn't present, but they answered all my questions arising from her private display.

I did leave early for school but not by much. I mostly wanted to escape Jude. As I was organizing my backpack, I couldn't stop thinking about the naked statue of Mom. Not only did it capture her beauty, something about it WAS her.

I shuffled up to the door. Mom called to me, interrupting my complex emotions about the gift. "Not like that." She beckoned with a wave. I assumed she wanted a hug and hurried to her. We embraced, but then I felt her hand on my crotch. My hard penis was tenting my pants. She adjusted its angle with her hand and then patted it. "Better."

I blushed. By the time I arrived at Lilith Middle School, plenty of other students milled around outside. I ducked behind the bus stop across the street until the harp sounded. I waited unti I could enter Mr. Glouvert's History class, last. A few whispers erupted but not as many as I had feared. They were swept away by our teacher's passionate summary of the early Civil War battles which nearly defeated the Union states. Then our workbooks consumed us.

Similar reactions sprang up in Science and Math, but nobody accosted me, except Ms. Hennifer. When she stopped by to review my work, her hand gripped my shoulder like a hot vice, a trembling, hot vice. She let go after glancing at the problems I'd solved "Sorry," she whispered and sprang away.

At lunch, the dam broke. Three kids wanted to know if I was the guy on TV who had given away a million dollars. Their clamor attracted six more. I told them they didn't know what they were talking about.

"You sound like him!" One accused. Five more kids surrounded me. They forced me to back up against a wall. I tried to spider climb it but only managed to step on a stray chair in the hall. Before me, two dozen had gathered, all harping about what a fool I was.

"What does it matter, CHILDREN?" Darrin, my Art and Music teacher appeared. "The only thing bullying will accomplish is to ensure he never gives any money to you!" He stood there, his demure figure somehow magnificent at that moment.

Grumbling, followed by a slow exodus, freed me from my perch. Even a teacher of slight stature was a teacher, and the children moved along.

"That must have been rough." He approached and helped me down from the chair. Suddenly, I was hugging him! I didn't say anything, but as soon as I realized what I'd done, I lurched away. "Sorry."

He smiled, but cleared his throat. "There'll be more harassers like them, but it'll pass. Don't forget the information I gave you. If I can help, contact me." He backed away from me and headed to the faculty room. "I will do what I can."

I remained standing next to the chair in the hall, a little stunned. Why did Darrin have breasts? They were small, but so were Shannon's and Mrs. Cherkle's with which I was intimately familiar. I totally believed that I had felt the teacher's curves and cleavage against my chest when I hugged him. I barely remembered to eat.
 
The gang of five had gathered at an outdoor table. "Hey, Billy." James greeted. He seemed less terrified of the upper classmates today. Kelly nodded keeping her eyes on her food. Steve's lip curled. Al shook his head, "Word's out."

"You probably told everyone." Trish accused.

Wendel asked, "How many did you tell, Trish?"

She looked sideways, "Just a couple or so."

Al scoffed. "We all told just a couple or so."

There wasn't much to say. I wasn't going to mention James' date if didn't. He didn't.

A different bother happened during P.E. "Mrs. Lum isn't available to teach today." The substitute teacher explained. "I'm Coach Legume."

I called out. "Is she okay?"

"Yes, at least she's taking a day of personal leave not a sick day." He assured. "She wrote in her notes that today was sparring day, and to trust you."

"Yeah!" James was psyched. He loved sparring day, because he could put a lot of mass into his Capoeira moves.

Coach Legume looked uncomfortable. "I want to trust you all, but I can't fathom how a class of seventh graders should be allowed to fight each other. I have strong words ready for Principal Agincourt, after school."

Within seconds, three girls and two guys had kicked the coach's feet out from under him and pinned him to the grass with a variety of submission locks. As a result, he brought words to the school principal much sooner and was never heard from again. The rest of the period would have been much more lighthearted if Phil hadn't whispered to me, "We're going to waste you, Lotto Fool." He had been one of the boys who took down Mr. Legume. Carlo added, "You won't have any ladies around to protect you when we do."

At least nobody had to shower that day. I told myself to text Mrs. Lum after school. I figured Carlo and Phil were their own worst enemies. If they tried anything, at least one of them would get wrecked back. Separately, James confirmed that he would pick up Wenda after school and walk her to my parents' new house. I loaned him the key to the play room, in case they got their first, but to enter the house, he would have to knock for Mrs. Guthrie. I had already texted her about my guests.

In Art and Music, Darrin acted clueless about my discovery. I kept telling myself that I was mistaken. The voice kept niggling, "What's he carrying between his legs?" Even for the voice, it was a creepy thing to say.

The school day ended, and I had to decide if I was going to sneak out or take my lumps. Darrin actually offered to escort me, on his own initiative, after what happened in the hall at lunch, but I nearly freaked out - not afraid of what I'd discovered but afraid I'd reveal it to him. "No, thank you, Darrin. I should stand up against those dummies."

"Good heart, Billy." He smiled. "By the way, there's an artist performing a work in this room on Thursday afternoon. I hope you will join us."

"Oh, okay." I made a reminder on my watch when I retrieved it from my locker. Someone had scrawled on its metal door with a red marker, "Whole lotto FOOL!"

Stray looks and shaking heads, lined my course to the main entrance. No one got in my way, thankfully. I descended the wide stairs, paying no mind to anyone. A girl laughed. Abruptly a chorus of laughter, pointing fingers, and one dirt clod hurled my way. It hit my chest but not hard.

"STOP IT!" A woman's voice ahead of me shouted! I looked up. She wore a burnt orange, ankle length duster wrapped fully around her. She must have been hot, waiting outside for her child. Yet her face was also covered by a dark green scarf and black sunglasses. As she walked toward me, her large glasses dared the kids to mess with me. "Excuse me, but I'd like to talk with you."

I'd heard the voice before, but didn't recognize it. "Here?" My curiosity answered, but I didn't want to remain around jeering kids.

"Wherever you like. It won't take but a minute." Her head scanned the front of the school.

I led her to the sidewalk and headed towards the abandoned warehouse where Ms. Laghari had taken me. We didn't have to go that far. A block in that direction quickly escaped kids heading home or to play. Plenty of cars trundled down the street. I stopped at the first intersection because there was a crossing guard across the street. The veiled woman nodded at the guard. "That's smart." She told me.

"Who are you?" I asked.

She pulled her glasses down her face. "I'm Roberta Green." It was the reporter!

"I don't want to talk to you." I spun around and walked quickly away.

"Please, Billy! I'm not allowed to talk with minors professionally. I'm here on my own. I'm so sorry we didn't disguise your voice. We rushed the editing and forgot."

Was she here to apologize? I slowed. I could use a good apology after a shitty day. I stopped, turned around, and waited. "Don't come any closer."

"I won't." She held up a hand. "I came to warn you, Billy. I've been looking into your history, and I learned that you and your mother arrived on Amtrak a few months ago. It was the same time that two Amtrak employees got pregnant. I did an report on them a little while ago. That segment never felt right to me. There was something I missed."

"I don't know what you're talking about." I resumed my course.

She called, "I checked the legal documents in the Stoneburger lawsuit. Amtrak is a public entity, and the Freedom of Information act is a powerful tool."

So what? I only understood that she had learned something about Jaqueline and Tara's lawsuit. I couldn't show any concern.

She started after me, albiet slower. "In the settlement, Mr. Stoneburger admitted to paternity without a DNA test. In fact, the settlement forbids Mr. Stoneburger to request a DNA test."

I ignored her. She followed trying not to look like she was chasing me. "I'm going to seek the truth, Billy, but if you don't help, I'll get it wrong again, and make worse trouble for you and your mother."

My feet almost skidded to a halt. She had basically threatened Mom, as well as Tara and Jacqueline. Getting the truth out of people was her job. I was no match for her. I mustn't say anything, but I couldn't help myself. "Why are you so mean?"

"Mean?" She was taken aback. "I'm not doing this to hurt anyone. I could give you some crap pep-talk about free societies are based on freedom of the press, but the truth is, I wake up every morning with one desire, to find out something about the world and let people know."

Anger boiled in my blood, but I must not talk to this woman. "I hate you!" I refused to run, but I hurried away again.

She chased, holding out a card. "Take it, Billy. This is my private phone number. I'll meet you wherever you want, anytime. Regardless, I will file a report. I don't want to fudge this one, like the one Wednesday night." She admitted to reassembling the truth. "That was a puff piece. This story about two Amtrak employees is the real deal. I have to get it right!"

I took her card, if only to spit on it and burn it. Also to get away from her. She ran surprisingly fast. The moment I accepted the number, she halted with a final, "Anytime. Anywhere!"

Mom had promised the same to me, and I had used it against her, yesterday. That was just the tip of my miserable trip to our new house. My mind swirled with imagined horrors of losing the first mothers of my children and worse, Mom! When I reached the house, I didn't want to go inside. I wanted to run home, but Mrs. Guthrie was the third mother of my children, and I couldn't abandon my promise to visit.

Just inside the door, a coatrack stood. Mrs. Guthrie must have put it there. I recognized one jacket, Wenda's suit jacket, the one she wore when serving dinner. On the floor lay a silly penant flag with the Custer's team logo. Markings on the pole attracted my attention. Someone had drawn precise lines in one inch increments. Just below the ninth marking they had notched the wood. I gulped.

"I thought that would be you!" Mrs. Guthrie greeted me cheerfully. "Your friends dashed upstairs with hardly a hello." I should have warned her that they might not be in the mood for conversation. I straightened and went to her open arms. Suddenly, I was crying.

"Billy! What's the matter?" She strengthened her hug and kissed my left temple.

"The kids were really mean today." I wasn't angry at them, though.

"At school?"

I nodded.

"Sit with me." The plump, older woman walked me into the living room. It had a sofa now, one sitting chair, a coffee table, two floor lamps, and a tall walnut cabinet. She held me all the way to the sofa and sat me down. Whereas my couch at home was plush and covered in sturdy fake leather, her sofa had firm cushions upholstered with thick fabric. The rectangles of its design were sharply accented by bunched trim. It wasn't uncomfortable, but instead of sinking into it, I sank into Mrs. Guthrie's softness, leaning into her, brushing my damp cheeks against one bulge of her blouse.

I added by way of explanation. "It'll be okay. They're just dumb." I knew that by the end of next week, the news about me would be a tired thing. At least I hoped it would be. Roberta Green had scared me far more. She was going to ruin Jaqueline and Tara's lives! Maybe Mom's too!

I reflected on the subject of Mrs. Guthrie's soft, large boobs, as she pulled my shoulders onto her lap and held my head to her chest. On the same train ride, when I had impregnated my girlfriend at the time and her friend, I had also made a baby in this loving woman. "There. There. You're safe here, Billy." She ran her fingers slowly through my hair. I nuzzled my face between her breasts.

"Do my breasts comfort you, Billy?" Her voice was a little husky.

I nodded into them.

"Then we shouldn't let anything get in your way." She lifted an arm from me and the hand unbuttoned her blouse. While it released the front of her frilly top, I reached up under and around her back. I felt the clasp of her bra, and it took a lot of strength to unclasp the three hooks holding the sturdy thing around her body. When her blouse was open I lifted the cups from her full but drooping boobs. I immediately kissed and suckled her right nipple while holding on to her left mound.

She said, "That feels really nice." After tucking the bra just under her neck, she petted a hand down my back. "Can I make you feel nice?" Her hand reached around to my groin and patted the erection in my pants.

My mouth released her hard nipple for one syllable, "Yeah." I slurped up her titty bud and let go of my worldly troubles. At first, her hand reached into my pants, as if to check what was making the bulge.

"My, my, does sucking my bare boob make you this hard?" She gave the length a couple strokes to measure it. I simply sucked harder and pinched her other nipple lightly. She cooed and her chest trembled at the contrast of soft and sharp touches. Then her hand unbuckled and unzipped my pants. Soon my hot poker could feel the cool air in the house. She made a silly frown. "I'm not sure a mommy is suppose to do this to her little boy." Her hand grasp my full member and began masturbating me. "Making babies in his mommy is a fine thing for a boy to do. It was a wonderful thing you did to me, Billy. You've made me so happy!"

I licked the nipple in my mouth and flicked the dry one. "Mmm-Hmmm." I was glad that I had made her happy. My troubles fell farther away as she pleasured my penis with her slightly puffy fingers.

"Giving suck to a good son, is a healthy thing too." She pretended to sigh. "But mommies shouldn't masturbate their boy, unless it's pointed at the place were ejaculate belongs." Her hand slowed, as if she was reconsidering.

"Nn-nhhh!" I shook my head and nipped her nipple with my front teeth.

"Ohh!" She gasp. "Billy, you disagree? Hmmm. Perhaps I'm not your mommy today, then. What if I was your naughty aunt who can't help but play with her nephew's young penis? Maybe you should call me Auntie Elle. That way I'll know I won't ruin your good nature when you grow up.

I jerked my head away from her big, soft titty. "Don't stop making me feel good, Auntie Elle! I don't care if you're naughty with me. I promise I'll be good when I grow up." I shifted my mouth to her other tit and sucked in that nipple. I had to shift hands to play with the one I'd already drenched in drool.

Mrs. Guthrie's hand sped up a little faster than when it started. She hummed happily, jerking on my hard peter and running her other hand's fingers through my hair. "I hope you're sure, Billy, because your Aunt Elle is very naughty. She loves how you suck on her fat titties. She uses bad words too. Your sucking, licking, and biting makes her want to jerk on your cock until you cum!"

I nodded on her breast, sucking it powerfully. My hand gripped her other nipple and twisted it. She wasn't the only naughty person in the room.

"Ow!" Her jerking hand stopped for a second when her torso lurched from the sharp tweak. "I think you lied to me, Billy. You're really a bad boy."

I flicked her wet nipple with my thumbnail. "Mm-Hmm." I agreed and pretended I was milking her with my strong lips.

"Then I have no choice!" She sounded sad. "I have to play with myself." Her free hand left my hair and dived between us. It slipped into the waistbands of her skirt and panties and sunk three fingers into her wet slit. "Oooohhhhhh!" She groaned as I worked both of her breasts. The hand on my rampant flesh sped up.

"Mmmmmnnnggghhh!" My hips spasmed from the powerful sensations she rubbed into my manhood.

My back upon her lap, my side felt her arm move as she fingerfucked herself. "Oh, Billy, I think I could cum this way. Auntie Mabel loves to be naughty to young nephews!" She moaned from the pleasures rubbing into her sensitive flesh. "But you know what would make me cum hardest..."

I knew. I stopped sucking to tell her. "You need me to cum into your hand right, Auntie Elle?"

"YES!" She cried with delight!

"Make sure you don't spill a drop, Auntie Elle. I'm only going to cum for you because I know how you like to use it."

"I'll try my best, Billy, but it's so hard to know when you will cum, how much you make, and where you'll shoot it."

"Maybe I should spank you, if you waste any of it." I returned to her tit and lightly chewed on it, while my hand kept pinching and twisting her other nipple.

"That would be mean." Mrs. Guthrie told me. "But, Auntie Elle is so naughty, a few light spanks might be good for her." Her hand was speeding up and down my hot prick. Her acceptance to be punished compelled my orgasm to the breaking point. "But you're just as naughty, and if Mommy Guthrie finds out, you may get more than a few and not nearly as light handed."

I kept sucking her breast and torturing her other nipple, as my body trembled from fantasy and friction. Mind and flesh fused their arousal into a powerful orgasm. "I'm cumming!" I warned, just before the muscles surrounding my pressurized bulb clamped and fired the first missiles out of my cock."

She had just enough time to release my shaft from her fervent ministrations and cover the head of my prick with a cupped hand. Cum blasted into her palm as she angled her arm to catch every drop! Her other hand hardly faltered, stuffing soaked fingers in and out of her dripping cunt. She cried, "YESSS!!!" When my cock filled her hand with sticky fluid.

I knew what to do then. I lifted from her lap, freed both of her nipples, and pulled down her skirt and panties, as the last of my cum spent into her hand.

The cum laden palm darted between her legs and poured my cum on the top of her vulva. Mrs. Guthrie's rutting fingers rubbed the hot cum over her clit and down the slit of her sex. They pushed my cum deep into her pussy, and then she screamed out. "AAAAAAAA!!!!" Ecstasy exploded through her senses, wracking her body with great tremors. I watched the orgasming woman as while my joy fluttered high in the air. I loved how she shook and moaned.

As her outcries softened, a strange noise filtered down from the upper floor. A high yowl cried out. Others followed, seconds apart.

I wasn't sure how Wenda or James could have made such a sound. Both had much deeper voices, and they would have to scream at the top of their lungs to penetrate the soundproofed play room.

Mrs. Guthrie opened her eyes as her orgasm faded and left her senses floating. She saw my curious expression and the direction of my gaze. The sound pealed again from above. She chuckled. "I should have introduced you to Mr. Coins when you arrived.

Mr. Coins was an orange striped tomcat. Recovering from our intense pleasures, she took me to her bedroom and cautioned me to stand clear of the door. "He's quick to get out. I shut him in the room, because you said we'd have guests." She opened the door just a crack and a single cat eye tried to squeeze through. She bent down and picked him up. Before taking me upstairs, she had washed her hands but had simply covered her cum frothed puss with her panties and skirt. She had also refastened her bra and blouse. I'd dressed at the same time.

Mr. Coins seemed unhappy, dangling from her grasp, but he didn't fight. "Mr. Coins, this is Billy. He and his parents are our landlords, and we must be good tenants." She offered, "Would you like to hold him?"
 
"Hey, Kitty." I smiled at Mr. Coins. He was a big cat. I was careful accepting him, holding him with both arms flat to support his legs. He purred immediately.

"He likes you!" Mrs. Guthrie gushed but admitted. "He likes everybody, but he fights other cats. Once he chased a dog out of my old apartment, a big dog. You can pet him until doomsday, but don't let him outside. He doesn't know the area, and it's safer to keep him indoors." Mrs. Guthrie went to the stairs. "Bring him down. I'll fetch tea and cookies."

I couldn't pet Mr. Coins properly while I carried him, but I nuzzled my face into his fur. I descended the stairs carefully. He kept purring. The sound shook off some of my fears and anger. The dumb kids at school and their malice would pass in time. I just had to rise above it like Mom said. But Roberta Green remained a terror!

There was an awful chance that the reporter would tie Jacqueline and Tara's pregnancies to me. What else would she discover along the way? Mom and Dad might end up in jail! That was the worst scenario. I wished I could spy on her and find out what she really knew. Reporters in stories always pretend to know more than they do. I considered my allies.

Ms. Nurhea worked for the city. She might know someone who dealt with the press. But could I trust her not to tell Mom about what the reporter said? Mom would protect me like Mr. Coins protected Mrs. Guthrie. She might take me away from the city. Grandfather Earl told her more than once, "Should you have trouble with Glen, you come home, Little Lady. We'll protect you and Bill." Grandfather never called me "Billy." He and Nanna Felicity lived many states away. Mom would just say, "Yes, Father." She would tell me afterwards, "Being free is more important to living happily than being protected." I couldn't risk telling Ms. Nurhea.

My thoughts derailed onto a tangential path. Perhaps Mom allowed my personal business with women because she believed in and supported my freedom. I had been hurt many times, but she didn't lock me away to protect me. She set an example of being safe, offered her wisdom, and she was always there to help me recover. Dad was also like that but not as intimate. Mom made mistakes too, and I had to be ready to help her. For a long time, I thought I needed to protect her, but lately I was starting to see freedom from her perspective.

Before I sank into a pit of self-analysis I struggled to get my attention back on track. I must figure out what to do about Roberta Green!

Mrs. Cherkle, Mrs. Abbey, and Ms. Colkick were really smart and talented, but they kept pretty much to themselves. I considered my teachers, but they were already risking too much to play with and teach me. I couldn't involve them.

Tanya, like the the first three, kept to herself, but she had touched on every part of the city. She knew people and lots of secrets. I wasn't positive she wouldn't tell Mom, but Tanya was keeping big secrets, like Tara's whoring and what had happened at the sex club. The problem was, how would Tanya perceive the threat of Roberta Green? If she thought Mom needed to know, in order to protect me, Tanya wouldn't hesitate to include her. Tanya was an iron wall, and sometimes it was nice to be protected.

Briefly, I considered Darrin. Something about him burned like a beacon of trust. He was a man I could put on a pedestal. But I didn't know him at all, and the fact that he might have breasts confused the heck out of me! Similarly, Principal Agincourt was dedicated to doing the right thing, but maybe the right thing was putting Tara and Jaqueline in jail! No way!

I really, really, really didn't want to tell Tara. It might panic her. Despite her guff and bluster, she was more delicate than Jaqueline. My heart knew that as truth. However, should I be her iron wall, or should she decide for herself? I didn't know!

I couldn't tell Jacqueline. I did hope because of her new route she might dodge Roberta Green's exposé.

"You can let him go now." Mrs. Guthrie's voice broke my concentration. I must have been standing in the living room for a while. Mr. Coins wriggled in my arms. He wanted to be free. I let him jump down. He immediately ran up to Mrs. Guthrie and meowed.

"Silly, ol' tomcat." The nice lady shook her head with a smile. "He knows I brought a treat for him too." She carried a tray of tea and goodies to the sofa and set it on the coffee table. Mr. Coins immediately jumped up and sniffed the tray.

"Off!" Mrs. Guthrie took something from her pocket and tossed it to the floor. Mr. Coins nearly did a backflip to chase it! "Dried chicken cubes are like a drug to him." She shook her head. The cat crunched and devoured the cube in seconds.

I had an oatmeal chocolate chip cookie and sipped my tea. I didn't know what to say to Mrs. Guthrie. As far as I could tell, even though she had conceived my baby on the train, it seemed impossible that she was in any danger, unless Mom or I told. We would never tell.

We talked about the city, and she asked about Mom and Dad. Mrs. Guthrie never once asked about the two visitors I had asked her to receive, who were very likely doing very naughty things in the play room.

My watch buzzed. "I need you to come home, Billy." Mom texted multiple things. "Mr. Allister picked up Jude half an hour ago." and "I'm experiencing some anxiety." and "Better safe than sorry." and "Your father called to say he would be home late."

Mom didn't like to text a lot. She wrote every message a bunch of times to eliminate typos and double check that each was clearly written. Auto spelling gave her headaches.

I apologized to Mrs. Guthrie. "I wanted to spend more time with you." I let her know that Mom had tugged on my chain. In reality, I would run to Mom if the slightest hint of trouble reached me. The nice lady walked me to the door. As I picked up my backpack, she glanced up the stairs. I felt guilty. "Should I have asked them to go elsewhere?"

She shook her head with slight amusement. "No, Billy. I may be a little old lady to you, but I've been around this world. Those two are fated to enjoy themselves."

Wow! My eyes widened. Of course she knew what the play room was for, but I hadn't known how keen she was about other people's passion. For the next couple weeks, she would be living alone, until Tara moved in. Mrs. Guthrie's accepting nature made me felt less worried about how they would get along, or if she would be lonely. "Could you let them know that I'm sorry I missed spending time with them?"

"I'll let them know." She promised. "I doubt they remember who you are, at least until they see you again." She grinned.

I left the house and texted Tanya. I could have walked, but I wanted to see Mom ASAP, and I could ask the cabbie surreptitious questions about Roberta Green. After waiting five minutes, I had to accept that rush hour was beginning, and Tanya had to make a living.

I texted Mrs. Lum. "What happened today? Where were you?" When I didn't get an answer, I worried that I had written too aggressively. I would try again later.

Seven minutes after leaving the house, Tanya pulled the cab to the curb and opened a passenger door. "I'm glad to see you, Little Master." I hugged her and kissed her cheek. "Take me home, uh..." I remembered what she told me. "...Slave, um, because why should I walk a short way when I can make you drive?"

A shiver ran through her body. "Master is wise." She returned to her seat, noticeably lighter on her feet. She drove carefully through traffic.

"Some kids at school are teasing me because of that reporter's video. Have you seen it?"

"I did watch it. She is very skilled, but it was big lie."

"What would you do if she tried to interview you?"

"Did you tell her I am woman who gave ticket to Mrs. Tidden?" Tanya didn't sound worried, surprising me.

"Oh, no. I never would!" I swore. "I just wish I hadn't acted so dumb. What would you do?"

Tanya must have noticed the different tenses I'd used, even if she spoke English as a second language. "I would tell her to bark up next tree."

"What if she knew wrong stuff that could hurt lots of people, and you could set her straight but plenty would still get hurt?"

"Difficult question." She thought about it. "I would end her life."

Whoa!

"Reporters are important people in all countries, and they must be protected. But if they endanger lives on purpose, what is theirs worth?" Strong words spoken simply - nothing could faze the stoic cab driver.

"Um, what if she was doing it for the good of society?" I knew full well that people who abused children were a blight on humanity. Most everyone in the world would believe that I was being abused.

"Then I would blackmail her and control what was said."

Subtlety had no place in Tanya's life. Subtlety slowed down her enjoyment of life.

"How would you blackmail her?" I risked her curiosity. That she had plenty of, but she was strong enough to resist intruding on her passengers lives. I however was more than a passenger. I wasn't sure exactly what I was to her, but the love between us would smooth most rough patches.

She answered the question. "I would go to Baba." She spoke as if "going to Baba" was the obvious and only answer. Tanya always called Mrs. McDougal, "Baba." Her answer reminded me of the night when the witch of Lady of the Lakes apartments had saved me, Mom, and Tanya.

Any mention of 'the witch' stirred difficult emotions in me. I would never fully trust Mrs. McDougal, but I was in awe of her energy, her command, and her utter disregard for dignity. I believed Tanya. Mrs. McDougal could be a fearsome ally, but there would be a price to pay.

I didn't ask any more questions. Fortunately she asked none. I decided to confront Tara next. Maybe I wouldn't tell her everything. She had a right to know, but it would have to wait for our shopping trip on Sunday. Mom needed me. When Tanya pulled up to the complex, I told the cabbie that she had been a good driver.

"Thank you, Master Billy."

After grabbing two gingerbread cookies from Mrs. Cherkle's guardian owl, I floated up the stairs.

"Hi Mom!" I entered confident that I had made good time. She lay on the couch, reading a book. "I'm glad you're here." She folded the book and set it on the coffee table. Getting up, she walked over. We hugged and separated. "I think Mr. Allister is too much of a man for me to handle." She admitted, "After texting you I finally relaxed." Her head shook with self-disbelief. "All he did was pick up Jude, and I was ready to jump his bones!" She gave a strained chuckle.

"Mom, why is your hand on my penis?" I only noticed after her chuckle. Her palm pressed lightly along my pants' zipper. It darted back to her.

She blinked. "Um, my mistake. I must be more rattled than I feel."

I was suddenly curious if there was more of a reason, but I didn't think she'd lied. "Wait a second." I told her, and I unzipped my pants and pulled my semi-soft peter out of the slit in my boxers. It had been all soft until she patted it.

"Why are you showing your penis to me?" Mom turned suspicious.

"I dunno, Mom. Can you tell me why?"

Her eyes flickered between my curiosity and my growing cock. "D-did you want me to touch it?" Her hand trembled.

"Do you want to touch it?"

She sniffed - a reverse snort. "This is ridiculous." Her hand reached slowly forward. "You're being ridiculous."

"Yeah, Mom, I guess we both are."

The back of her hand slid down my shaft which enlarged faster at her touch. It was very hard when her fingers curled around it and held me gently. I sighed. "What are you feeling?"

"Your dick, Billy!" She blurted.

"I know that. I mean-"

"I feel good. Calmer."

Although Mom's gentle grasp aroused me, I was feeling calmer too. The anvil on my heart, named Roberta Green, lifted considerably.

She only held me for a few seconds. Mom released my full erection and stepped back. "I could get your coconut oil."

I took a step back. "That's okay. Thanks." I tucked my hard pole into my boxers and zipped up my pants. Neither of us wanted to have sex, unfathomably.

"Do you know when you're going to work for Meal on Wheels again?" I was wondering when I could help Mr. Casterain sell houses.

"That's an unusually well timed question." Mom retired to the couch and settled into it. I didn't need a prompt to sit next to her. She began, "I was going to wait another week, to be sure we were on the mend." She tapped the book. It's title was, Trauma-Focused Exposure Therapy. "And I will wait, except the Kampolds signed up for a meal on Tuesday.

"But Mr. Kampold was rude to you!" Something had happened between them while I was making babies with Ms. Kampold.

"They left a note with the order. Well, Susan did, asking me to call her." Mom took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "She's pregnant, Billy. We talked for a bit, while Jude was here. She gave a deep apology when I confronted her about the Book Facing group. She never intended to suggest hiring us so you could get women pregnant. She promised to post a retraction. She had been so amazed by the experience she had to write about it." Mom glowered in my direction. "Don't let it go to your head."

Guilt enveloped me.

Mom confessed. "If Jude hadn't been here, I would have stormed into the Cherkle's apartment and offered myself to Godwin. It wasn't that bad, but that's why I asked you to break out of your date with Ellen Guthrie."

I nuzzled her arm. "Thanks, Mom."

"I'm going to make dinner for the Kampolds on Tuesday." She explained, "It'll test my readiness, but I shouldn't do it alone. Will you work with me, one last time?"

"Yeah." What other answer was there?

She put an arm around me, and we snuggled, nibbling on gingerbread cookies until the first sign of twilight.

I used her phone to watch school videos when she got up to fix supper - noddles and cheddar cheese with sausage slices and brussel sprouts. I ate heartily. I needed energy for the grueling task ahead.

"Thanks, Mom." I washed my dish, utensils, and some of the cookware. After drying my hands I told her. "I'm going to talk with Mrs. McDougal."

"Should I be worried?"

"Probably." I exited feeling like everyone should worry. I checked the witch's apartment first. She didn't answer. Then I checked the roof. No luck. As a last resort, I knocked on the Cherkle's door. Mr. Cherkle came out. I told him, "I'm looking for Mrs. McDougal."

He judged the sky. "It's too early for her to be on the roof. She's not home?"

I shook my head.

"Try the diner or maybe the consignment shop." He shrugged.

"Okay." I ambled out of the complex and a block later found myself in front of the unmarked store that was full of junk, the place where I had bought the tall ceramic owl for Mrs. Cherkle. I entered and was immediately accosted by the witch's cackle!

"You suffering lout! I can get these at any thrift shop for a third of the price!"

"You won't walk that far, and you won't pay for a bus ride even with your 'senior' discount." The black bearded, nehru jacketed, middle-aged fellow risked life and limb, defying the witch of Lady of the Lake. On the table beside him rested three leather straps. They looked like they might fit large dogs, but they were lined with a dusting of fake fur. "These are genuine Andrew. You can tell by the stamp under the buckle.

"I can tell, if there are three of them, at least two are fake. Twenty for all three."

"Yeah, well they're good fakes or you wouldn't have picked them out." He held up three fingers. "Dime apiece."

I nearly fell backwards through the glass door when Mrs. McDougal plucked a wallet from her sleeve and produced a twenty and a ten. "You'll be in your grave before me."

"You've been buried how many times?" He took the bills, and she swiped up the straps. Before spinning around she asked. "What brings you here, Billy?" There was a mirror on the wall opposite of us. The man leaned back in his wicker chair and closed his eyes.

"I think I need your help."

'Austin' chuckled. "Then you probably do."

"Enough, Austin. This boy is under my protection."

"Run for your life, Boy!" He burst with laughter.

I hurried out of the strange shop, holding the door open for the witch. She took my arm, "Have you had dinner?"

"Yes."

She harrumphed! "Then you only have to pay for mine." She walked me towards 3D restaurant. It was another block away. Halfway there, I realized she was waiting for me to spill my guts.

"The reporter who interviewed me about the lottery ticket wants me to betray some of my friends."

"Roberta Green is quite the passionate but naive reporter. The world needs more like her. How much leverage do you want over her?"

I gulped. It couldn't be that easy, and I knew it wouldn't be. "I dunno. What are you gonna do?"

"I don't do anything, Billy. I'm old and feeble and loony."

My guts flipped upside down. Nonchalant mockery ruins the best of meals. "What do I have to do?"

"Just take her on a date. Tanya will know where."

"I don't want to involve Tanya."

"Yeah, well we don't always get what we want when we're trying to get something we want."

I wasn't too young to recognize that load of bull. At the last intersection, I pressed the crossing light button. Mrs. McDougal's grasp tightened, sharp fingernails digging into my upper arm. She dragged me across the street, daring traffic to wreck us. One car, after screeching to a stop, the driver rolled up his window and hid behind the steering wheel while the witch and I crossed his path. Mrs. McDougal squeaked. "Oops! You should have fought me, Billy. I don't see well at night." The sky was still lit in twilight, but the car's headlights were dark.

I opened the diner door. The place was busy. At least two young couples waited for a table. Tara appeared at my side, half a heartbeat behind Wenda. "You two can eat at the counter." The big woman declared.

"What counter?" Tara sounded confused. Wenda smiled at her, a big happy smile. "I'm handling this, Boss." Tara hated being called Boss. Tara went to the waiting couples, "The counter is being remodeled. Did you want us to fetch seats for you?" Both couples shook there heads. Tara gave Wenda a guarded look. Wenda snorted and led the witch and I to what used to be the diner's curved counter. Mid-reconstruction, it was covered in black plastic shower curtains sporting glow in the dark stars and moons.

"Standing room only." Wenda appraised Mrs. McDougal's fitness. "I'll get you a cane."

"I'll get you a switch!" The witch retorted.

"What do you want?" Wenda tore a page from her order book and dropped it behind the counter. Then she pocketed the book.

"Duck, roasted. Vegetables. Rice. If the sauce is too sweet, I'm closing down the place." The witch scowled.

"Billy?" Wenda's eyes lit up. "How about a Chili Relleno with black beans, mixed greens salad, and flan for dessert?"

I had just eaten, but suddenly my stomach rumbled from what Wenda described. Like Tanya, she knew people better than they knew themselves - in a food context at least.

"Perfect!" The witch announced! "We need to see if the boy can handle some spice."

"I'll have Boone make it medium hot."

My mouth was already watering to resist future flames. Wenda glided away to an actual table with people sitting in actual chairs.

Mrs. McDougal sighed. "Roberta Green caught me, yesterday. I got her to talk more than I talked, but she's a sharp one. Evasion is worse than lying, but don't you lie to her, Billy. Don't think. Don't pretend. Especially, don't get chatty. She will slice you into fruit salad and pick at your seeds."

"What did she tell you?"

"That you don't deserve what fortune has granted you."

I pouted. She was back to spouting bull.

"Ms. Green said two syllables, the name of my most recent and currently favorite employee."

Tara. I felt sicker than before. "What did you tell her?"

"Nothing." She scrunched up her face. "Actually, I said, 'Bye.'" I still said less than she had.

"I can't take the reporter on a date. She'll turn me into salad and lick at my seeds." I didn't fully remember what the witch had said. That was probably a good thing.

"It's either that, or a whole lot of love is going to end up in a meat grinder."

Now I wanted to cry. There was No. Way.

The witch watched desolation consume me. "You know Tanya would cut out her liver to avoid revealing your secrets."

"What did she tell you?"

"Nothing I hadn't already deduced by fucking paying attention!" Her eyes pierced me.

"I need to tell Tara. She's too involved to protect her."

"That's a lot of wisdom from such a small boy." The witch scrutinized me. "Too bad, in this case, it's all hooey. Don't. You. Dare. Tell. Tara." She cut the words into my ears.

Wenda surprised us with two plates. Their smells grabbed our attention. Before Wenda could teleport away, our knifes and forks flashed in the soft mood lighting.

"Eat the salad first." The witch warned before the first enchanting bite of chili relleno reached my lips. I put it down and began forking salad into my mouth.

She savored her first bite of duck. After several seconds, she seemed unwilling to swallow what must have become duck paste in her mouth. Upon swallowing, she set down her utensils, stepped away from the counter and turned to the back of the restaurant. "Tara." She called, not loudly.

The attractive, sharply dressed host materialized before her employer.

"What did you do to Boone? And how much will it cost me to keep him like that?"

"How about a raise?"

The witch's eyebrows knitted vengefully. "How much?"

"Ten percent."

"I'll give you fifteen, and you have to become my pet slave."

"That's not how things work around here, Boss." Tara rejected the witch's demand. "As enticing as that sounds."

"Gonna play the harassment card?"

"Yep. Just like last time." Tara pointed at me. "He's the one who made it possible to improve Boone's cooking."

"I'm not hiring him. He's not ready." But Mrs. McDougal admitted. "And I am rather fond of my current pet."

"May I serve customers?"

"Go on, and don't bother us again." The witch scowled. "At least until we've finished our meals. Have your things packed by then. You're coming with me. I'm taking over for Tanya tonight."

Tara's eyes widened. From fear or excitement, I didn't know. Both? Tara coughed, "Right, Boss." She receded into the crowd of lively patrons.

Mrs. McDougal growled. "I hate it when they call me, Boss." She glanced at my steaming, spice riddled platter. "Chew a scoop of beans after every bite of chili. Save the flan for last."

I felt like a blank wall supporting nothing. What the hells... I took her advice as we resumed eating. "Medium hot was freaking nuclear fireballs! The beans soothed a tenth of the pain! But I couldn't stop eating! Each fork of chili washed away the previous bite's flames, only to increase them. The taste was lightning bolts of insane deliciousness. At first I thought that the incredible taste was at war with the spice. Quickly I realized that such exquisite flavor would be impossible without the spice!

"Anyway," Mrs. McDougal rested her palette while I stoked mine. "There was something you did to Tanya once. It happened a while ago, and your mother was involved." She rapid fired words before I could jump in to save Mom's reputation. "I don't care about the details. I just want to know if you actually lost all self-control that night."

She was talking about the night I tried to use Ms. Laghari's loving techniques on Mom but nearly caused a disaster. Tanya saved Mom from me by accepting all of my fierce energy. "I don't want to do that ever again."

"Good. It's not a healthy way to maintain a relationship." The witch advised. "But last weekend, I visited you, Colleen, the real estate queen, and her princess. I saw how you treated them. Hells, I tasted something in you, Billy." She had forced a kiss from me. I hadn't hated her kiss. My skin crawls whenever I remember it. Mrs. McDougal insisted, "Let that speak to Roberta Green."

The voice in me laughed wickedly. "Finally, I get to be the hero!"

Oh. Shit. I set down my fork, resigned to let the inferno in my mouth consume me.

The witch ate daintily enjoying every bite. When she set down her knife and fork, her plate was empty. Tara appeared at her elbow. "Pay the house, Billy."

I pulled out a wad of twenties. I didn't know how many. Who could count when fire demons are battling inside your mouth? Tara grabbed three before I could throw them behind the counter. "These are plenty." She smoothed the bills flat.

"Go home, Billy. Buy ice cream on your way back." The witch took Tara's arm. "Help a feeble old bitch get home, will you, Sweetheart?"

I swear, they moved slowly, but my awareness faded in out, causing their journey to flash from one location to the next, until they were out of the restaurant.

"Thank you, Billy." From out of the seated crowd, Wenda was suddenly hugging me. I'd never felt such enormous smothering breasts. "You may not hear from James for a day or two." She let go, and I stumbled away. "I can hardly wait to be with Spencer again." Her eyes were all misty for my science teacher.

At one point I saw cars, driving past me -- as I plodded, half stupid, back home. I couldn't withstand the flames any longer. I entered Mrs. Shahidi's market and grabbed the first thing labeled, "Ice Cream," from out of the freezer. I plunked a twenty dollar bill on the counter and staggered outside, flinging the wrapper to the ground.

Mrs. Shahidi ran out after me. "I am not whore." She forced the change into my free hand. The other was painting cold fats upon the walls of my mouth, wherever the treat could reach. The shop owner picked up the littered plastic and returned inside.

Everything had started so wonderfully that day. No. Wait. The day had been pretty awful too. I did like the parts with Mrs. Guthrie and Mom. By the time I reached home, the ice cream's protective layer was barely holding against medium hot chili relleno.

Mom found me looking for left over noodles and cheese. Cold fat. I needed more cold fat. I paused at her presence. "Mom?"

"Yes?"

"Why did I order a meal after eating one?"

"Billy, this is our time of doing stupid things." Her hand moved outward and touched the bulge in my pants. My prick was rock hard, resting fairly comfortably in my pants instead of tenting them. "May I?" She asked.

I gave the slightest nod. She opened my pants and reached into my boxers. Instead of pulling it out, Mom cradled my full cock. "Is this okay?"

"I guess so."

She acted as if she wanted to say something but only frowned and stared at my chest. A few seconds later she released me. She zipped up my pants and buckled my belt.

I guessed what she planned to do, when she started for the bedroom. "You need to save it for Dad." Then I was the one pulling down my pants and freeing my engorged penis. Hesitant steps brought her before me. Kneeling, Mother took me in her mouth and took her time to give me a wonderful orgasm. I forbid her from playing with herself, and I denied her my cum.

When Dad entered the apartment, Mom was still on her knees, sticking my belt's metal prong into the leather's most worn punch hole. Her face was immaculate. She rose, took Dad's arm, and guided him to their room. He barely remembered to drop his briefcase.

Before going to bed, I remembered to text Mrs. Lum again. "I'm sorry you couldn't teach today. Can I help with anything?" I fell asleep without receiving her reply.
 
Mrs. Lum had texted while I was sleeping. "I'm apparently healthy." and "Will see you Monday." Being older, perhaps she didn't text much. But I worried about, "apparently." What had she meant by that?

Nobody else was up in the apartment. I assumed Mom and Dad were still sleeping. There was no way they could still be-

"That's too much, Glen!" Mom's anguish sounded from the bedroom.

I put on a robe and went outside. Standing in front of the door, I texted Steve. "Let's picnic at this park." I posted a map pin. "Tell Trish." I didn't have contact info for her.

I waited for a reply. The time was close to eight AM. Jude emerged from his apartment, and ambled around the terrace walk. When he recognized me, he stopped and scratched his head.

I waved. He came over, pouting. "What do I owe you?"

"Are you still spying on the witch?"

He shrugged. "Sorta."

"What have you got?"

"She and a pretty lady came home, last night. They didn't stay long. But WOW, the witch had turned the lady into a evil woman! Black eyes, purple lips, wild hair with color streaks, all sorts of jewelry. She was wearing black stockings, a shiny purple shirt, and a white fur jacket! They went out, but didn't come back before Daddy told me to go to bed.

"You did good, Jude. What else are you spying on?" I followed a hunch. I had seen him crouched on the stairs' half landing where you could listen to people in their apartments.

Instead of denying his surveillance, Jude said happily, "The lady in 317 has really big boobs but she cries a lot. Ginger got in trouble again. And the lady in 314 had another fight with her boyfriend."

"Thanks, Jude." My jealousy about him playing with Mom, was weakening as my appreciation for how he helped her strengthened. Yesterday, when Ms. Kampold told Mom about her pregnancy, Mom would have lost control at a time when I couldn't be there for her. Jude's presence anchored her desires.

The boy walked to the stairs. He appeared below and took a cookie from Mrs. Cherkle's owl. He then disappeared in the direction of the stairs but didn't appear on our floor, the second floor. My watch buzzed. "Sure." Steve agreed.

Mrs. McDougal had taken Tara home last night. Then Tara had gotten dolled up like a movie prostitute, all messy looking. The witch had said she was taking over for Tanya. And Tanya had agreed to teach Tara how to be a real whore. Something about that felt wrong. I worried that I had taken Tara down a bad path.

I stood in front of my apartment for a while, worrying about my problems, unable to pursue any of them. It was too early to deal with crap. I went inside to pursue breakfast.

Mom was up, talking on the phone. She looked pretty haggard in her pink, polyester robe. "I see." She sounded grim while trying to sound pleasant. My stomach started hurting. Her lips were white, pressed tight. She nodded, "Of course I hope the best for her, and Billy and I look forward to serving the Kampolds on Tuesday." Mom moved in slow motion, setting the wall phone's handset back on its cradle. She noticed me with gaunt eyes. She croaked, "Billy," Then cleared her throat and with slow steps approached me. Her right hand wobbled. She extended it at waist level, but her feet halted before it could reach my groin. "Miss Louis is pregnant." Speaking shot a pain through her face.

Tears welled in her eyes. "Why her? Billy?" Her fingers twitched. "Why Mrs. Kampold? Why Mrs. Guthrie? Why-" A sob interrupted her voice. "Them?" Her hand moved to an inch from my crotch.

"What about Dad?"

"I got angry with him, and it was my fault." Her hand wouldn't stop shaking. "Please, Billy, I don't know how to cope with this shit in my skull." She looked and sounded exhausted. "You can make half of my troubles go away." Her hand pointed at the tool I would need to use.

Every time Mom heard about a woman I had impregnated, she struggled with her intense desire to have another child. Miss Louise, the nice lady who could cook Cajun food, had started working for Meals on Heels. I guessed Mom had been talking to Ms. Colkick their boss.

"Please, Billy, your Father is dead asleep. We can do it on the couch. I love you so much!" She untied the sash of her robe with the hand not pointing to my crotch. The robe parted to reveal her nightgown. She began to ravel the gown's fabric at her hips, slowly lifting the hem up her naked legs. Her whole body trembled.

My penis unfurled staunchly in my pants, pushing the crotch panel and my robe far enough to touch the tip of Mom's extended finger. We both flinched from physical contact.

"For fuck's sake!" The voice in my head blared. "Breed her on the damn floor, right here!"

I hadn't wanted anything more intensely than to give my sperm to Mom's eggs in that awful moment. Yet I knew she wasn't in her right mind, and she barely had the strength to stand.

"Okay, Mom." I told her. "We can go to the couch." There was no way I was going to trust my inner voice with her.

A fresh sob sent my mother hugging me. I patted her back, felt her tears sink into my robe. "I'm so sorry, Billy."

"You said Dad was sleeping?"

"We were up all night." She had little bags under eyes tinged with blood vessels.

I drew her into the front room and sat her down. "I don't want to rush, Mom." I prevented her from laying down. I sat and kissed her neck and licked it a little.

"Yes!" She gasp. "I pushed your father too hard. I won't make the same mistake now." She kissed my cheek and clutched the back of my head. Our lips met and she gently pushed her tongue into my mouth. I licked and sucked it lightly. My hands ran up her arms, and she shivered.

Parting our kiss, I stood and stepped across her legs. I untied the sash on my robe. "Take off your robe, Mom, and lie down." She was breathing hard, trying not to rush, seeing that I was taking my time. Our robes opened, revealing each other's flannel night wear. We shucked off our robes, letting them fall behind us, mine to the floor, hers to the cushion under her. "You look really pretty." I whispered.

She may have blushed, but her face was already so red with desire, I couldn't tell.

"Let's lie down." I motioned for her to go first.

She sighed, a thin smile crossing her face. As she reclined across the cushions, her hands pulled at her gown.

"Shhhh." I patted her hand. "It's okay. Let's just snuggle." I lay myself next to her. The bedclothes on the couch slid half off as we shifted to make room for each other. Our arms found comfortable places to hold one another, her waist, my hip. "There's nothing to be nervous about." I consoled my beautiful mother as our bodies warmed together.

"I'm not nervous. I'm excited!" She breathed heavily.

"I can tell, but this is our first time. I want it to be special."

"Ohh, I'll try, but I've waited so long, and I've held back so much from you."

"I didn't mean to make all those babies. It just happened."

"Please don't mention them."

"I'm sorry." I took a long slow breath. "Breathe like this, Mom." I counted five seconds while inhaling and five seconds while exhaling.

"Mom clearly wanted me to penetrate her as quickly as possible, but I had taken charge. She knew she would have to do as I said. She mimicked my breathing. I kissed the side of her covered boob and patted her thigh, through her gown. Soon we were taking slow breaths together. Mom's trembles slowed, but her eyelids flickered.

I put a hand on her pubis and cupped it gently. "I'm going to put myself inside you, when you're good and calm." My other hand opened the front of my pants and drew out a rock hard penis.

Tilting her head she could see my boner sticking through my boxers. "Yes, Billy." Her voice was like a ghost. We continued to breath every ten seconds.

My hand reached past her loins, and I slowly tugged her robe back over her body. "I'm going to pull up your gown soon." I picked up her hand and wrapped the fingers around my prick.

Her hand flinched before gripping me gently. "It's so hard." She said.

"Shhhh." I hushed calmly. "Close your eyes and repeat this, 'When I'm relaxed, you'll be inside me.'"

"When I'm relaxed, you'll be inside me." Mom exhaled. Her eyes closed. She inhaled.

"When I'm relaxed, you'll be inside me."
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"When I'm relaxed, you'll be..."

Her fifth repetition trailed off, and Mom fell asleep. Her grip on me released. I kept as still as a statue. When her breathing returned to normal, I waited another minute, timing it on my watch. Inch by inch, I crept off of the couch, and then, silently, I went to the bathroom and dressed. Instead of showering, I washed with a soapy cloth and rinsed with a wet cloth.

"That was clever." The voice in my head asserted, "But it was also the stupidest, fucking play, when she wanted you so badly. You know your Dad won't mind. Hells, you'd probably have done him a favor!"

I was getting better at ignoring the voice, but it would have been easier if my dick had relaxed! Nothing was stopping me from waking Mom with the loving strokes of making babies, hopefully satisfying her intense desire with my seed. Instead I wrote a note for her and Dad, about my picnic with a couple school friends. Steve and Trish were hardly friends, but they were no longer my enemies.

Trish planned to bring food. She told Steve to bring drinks, but I felt I should bring something too. The air was cool that Saturday morning. Few cars trundled down the street as I walked to Mrs. Shahidi's market. No one was in a hurry. My stomach rumbled, wanting something substantial in addition to snacks for the picnic. It was almost nine AM.

"Hello, Billy." Mrs. Shahidi in a bright yellow-orange dress welcomed me. She smiled at my entrance, but before my eyes turned to the goods in her shop, I noticed her mouth flicker into a slight frown. I walked the length of the aisle and swung back around the far side, stopping at the end of the service counter. "Where's Arturio?"

Her frown straightened. "Kelly and Ms. Bradford picked him up and are taking him to a street fair."

"That sounds fun."

"He will have a nice time. Kelly has won the heart that my little boy once had only for his mamma." She smiled unevenly as if she had told a joke.

I went behind the counter and hugged the heavy but not so fat woman. "I'll tell Kelly to stop being selfish."

"It is not her selfishness that hurts." She did not return my hug. I wondered if she felt like she didn't deserve being hugged.

"You're not selfish, Mrs. Shahidi." I pulled tighter against her and nuzzled a cheek to the side of her quite large breasts. "I'm sorry I didn't wait for my change last night."

"I spoke unwisely." One of the warm lady's arms cautiously went around my back. "I have been too sensitive of late."

"How are are you feeling now?" I squeezed her waist lightly.

The arm around me returned my squeeze. "This is nice, but it is not nice." Her other hand gave my ear one firm tug.

"What's not nice?" I looked up and saw disappointment in her face and something more intense behind it.

"Your young manhood is firm at my hip."

My boner had yet to relax, but I'm sure it would have sprang to life when I embraced the pleasant woman in her beautiful dress. Her long black hair rustled across my arms. "You're very exciting, Mrs. Shahidi." I didn't feel like apologizing for my boner. I wanted to make her happy. She would resist, but it was a game we had played before.

"I am very dull and selfish." She disagreed.

My hands moved up her body and cupped her large breasts. My middle fingers swept across her nipples. "You're not at all dull here-" I tweaked her left bud. It felt like a warm, unripe grape. "Or over here." I pinched her turgid right nipple a little harder. She shuddered. "Beware, Billy. There will be customers."

"Maybe, but Arturio hasn't been here to help you as much as you need." My hands groped the fronts of her big boobs. "Tell me."

"I mustn't." Her head bent down a little.

"Without your son to humble you, are you snapping at customers like you did last night?"

Her lips pressed into a straight light, and she nodded.

"I'm going to humble you now, Mrs. Shahidi, not because of what you said, but because you gave me my change."

"It was too much money!" She whined. "In my home country, that much would be an insult!"

"Even a whore knows not to snap at a customer." I released her right tittie and grabbed her ankle length skirt at the knee line. I yanked it up! "Are you wearing panties?"

"N-no." A little panic pushed away her fascination and fear. "This morning - I was hoping Arturio-" She gulped. "The girl and her mother surprised us, but before he had a chance to be selfish with me."

"I'm not going to miss this chance, Mrs. Shadidi." I had to let go of her other breast to haul up the lower half of her skirt. Two big, round bottom cheeks appeared from underneath the polyester dress. I tucked the back half of her dress's skirt under the waistband. Long black pubic hairs spilled out from her sex. Her bum and thighs were too thick to see her puss, but she had very thick hair there. I had once tasted the slit they protected. I unbuckled my belt.

Just before I unzipped my pants, the door opened, nudging the little bell at the top. Two black police officers entered, a woman and a man. I recognized them, but I couldn't remember their names. The woman entered first. Her name badge read, West. "Good morning, Mrs. Shahidi."

"Good morning, Rachel. Good morning, Andy." The big woman would have had to flail her arms to pull down her skirt. I had to protect her.

"Um, hi?" I stepped beside Mrs. Shahidi, hiding her bare bum with my body. The counter hid the dangling ends of my belt.

Officer West paused. "We've met." She smiled politely for just a second before looking curious. "Are you related to Faun Androni?"

The policewoman's mention of my mother's name wrenched my stomach and made my heart leap into my throat. "Uh, yes, Ma-am."

"I hope she is well."

I didn't know what to say. Mom had done her best to seduce me this morning, out of desperation. A police officer might have heard about our 911 call because of Mr. Tidden. I had to assume, Officer West had. "Mom's great." I didn't lie. Despite her struggle, Mom was an awesome person.

Andy took a package of pastries from a shelf and held it up for his partner. "Do you like the almond ones?"

"Yes, but I'm going to have one with berry filling as well." Rachael declared. "Get a couple small milk cartons, low fat for me."

The store owner apologized. "I'm sorry we don't have non-fat, Rachael. Too many went bad in the past."

"It's okay, Mrs. Shahidi. One of the good things about walking a beat..." She grabbed her belt and shook it. "Keeps us fit."

Mrs. Shahidi assured, "I'll put those items on the station's open purchase order."

"Thank you." The cop smiled at her and then nodded at me. "So good to see you helping out here, Billy. Norma's son has been too busy with his schoolwork." She retreated to the door where Andy waited with their snacks.

Mrs. Shahidi blushed. I knew what was really keeping Arturio busy.

I told the officer. "I wouldn't want her to get lonely." I reached behind the clerk surreptitiously and placed a palm on the her bare behind. As the two officers exited, my hand sank between her round cheeks and tickled her bum hole with a finger. Her hips flinched from the naughty touch and she grunted. Her blush deepened.

"You want to tell me to stop, don't you?" I asked Mrs. Shahidi while my hand plumbed deeper between her thighs. She nodded. I embarrassed her further. "But you won't." Two of my fingers ran along the lower half of her pussy's lips. Her head shook, and her sex was very wet.

I teased her weeping vulva slowly while my other hand unzipped my pants and pulled out my passionate erection.

She glanced at my jutting wand and swallowed. "What are you going to do?"

"I need humbling too, Mrs. Shahidi." I stepped behind her and brushed my cockhead up the long split of her ass. "Your wonderful pussy can humble me at the same time I humble you."

"Billy- that's too much. I never-"

"Tell me to stop, Mrs. Shahidi."

She only bit her lip and blushed harder.

I pulled my hand from her groin and used both to open her fat cheeks. "Push your bum out, please." I asked nicely.

"No, Billy. That is a dangerous thing. There could be more customers."

"It'll be okay. You're so exciting, it won't take long." I promised. I was very horny indeed. Making babies in this woman when anyone could walk in, filled me with a lust I'd not known before. But did she want to make babies? I kept getting into trouble with Mom, because of the babies I had already started. I pushed my stiffy under Mrs. Shahidi's cheeks and between her thighs. It wasn't quite long enough to break through to the front of her clamped loins.

"It is too much of a risk." She warned again.

"You're excited too, aren't you?"

She wanted to deny her arousal, but instead she leaned her elbows on the counter and pushed her hips back. Her feet stepped wider for me.

"If you don't want me to cum in you, then I could use one of your condoms."

"No, Billy, please." She sounded as if she would stop me. "You are too young for condoms."

My penis lurched between her fleshy thighs, from what she meant. She would have to take my cum unprotected into her body. I grabbed my dick and lifted it to the base of her vulva. My hips wasted not one second and hunched into the woman's wet puss.

Mrs. Shahid's cunt was big and wet and hot. Soft clamping muscles and fat sucked at my penetrating cock. She gasp! From behind I could get little more than half of my length inside, but her vulva and thigh flesh were nearly as exciting to rub. I pushed slow, in and then pulled a third out.

"Huuuhhh..." The big woman in the pretty dress swooned from my movements. "I don't even let- Nnngggh!" She grunted as I made babies with slow, full strokes.

"Has it been a long time since someone made babies in your puss?"

"Yes. Very long. But you must be quick!" She moaned from embarrassment and pleasure. "And please do not make a baby. That would be wonderful, but I have son and daughter already!"

"Just give me a condom, Mrs. Shahidi. I don't want to preg you if you don't want it." To embarrass her more, I sped up my slick, thrilling strokes in and out of her boiling pussy. Her pubic hair was slightly stiff against my cock's skin, a sensation that was new and quite exciting!

"I-I can't Billy." She groaned. "You are too young for condom."

"I can pay for it." Holding her hips with one hand, I reached into my pocket and pulled out a sheaf of twenties. I waved the cash before her eyes.

"No, Billy! Ooohhh!!" She groaned. "That is too much money. Are you trying to make me feel like a whore?" Her ass began humping back against my strong thrusts.

"I want to make you feel good, and you want to be humbled." I dropped the pile of cash on the counter before her.

"You are worse than Arturio- OOH!" She grunted from a jolt of pleasure surging from her groin.

"I'm sorry he isn't giving you all that you need anymore. I can't be here often, Mrs. Shahidi. So I have to do the best I can when I'm here."

"Ooo, you are very bad boy." She breathed heavily. Her breasts wagged as I speared into her sex, rocking her body a little faster every few seconds.

"Tell me to stop." I dared.

"I-I cannot. I have been on edge and cranky. I must endure this, to learn my place as a servant to my customers."

As the woman became more submissive to my plunging prick, the sensations within me magnified quickly. Cum boiled into my bulb gun, ready to shoot. We were making babies much faster - our flesh slapped loudly. Sharp pleasures surged through our senses. Anyone walking close to the door might have heard our loud smacking of crotch against ass. "Oooohhh! Mrs. Shahidi, it may be too late for a condom!"

"Please, Billy, do not withdraw, I must accept your seed to understand how low of a woman you can make me feel.

"You are not a whore, Mrs. Shahidi. You are a good woman with happy children and a strong business." I hugged her round belly and stroked her tits through her dress. My hips pounded hard dick into her soaking puss. The pressure in my groin was nearly unbearable! "But from now on, Mrs. Shahidi, you are MY whore!" I slammed my prick through her wet folds and pulled her against me with all of my might! The head of my cock burst with hot, thick cum.

She shouted in her native language, and her body lurched with great strength, nearly throwing me off of her. Bolts of fertile goo splattered her insides, and we rocked together while fresh wads blew into her spasming cunt. The walls of her vagina rippled, drawing more cum out of me and pulling it deeper inside her sex.

Our orgasms tried to fling us apart, but she reached behind her and grabbed my ass, as the last streams of hot, wriggling sperm invaded the woman's quaking puss. "Oh, Billy! There is so much - filling me - so hot, like cooked cream!"

"You puss is sucking on me, Mrs. Shahidi. I can't stop cumming!" So it felt as our mutual shuddering slowed and our tense muscles relaxed. My penis remained hard long after spilling its seed. When she released my ass, and I had pulled out my jutting pole, it began to droop.

She watched and frowned, "You are dirty." And offered tissues from an open box behind the counter.

Instead of taking them, I looked at her solemnly. "Did you learn your lesson?"

She had not expected the question. "I - suppose so."

"Let's be sure, Mrs. Shahidi." I stepped back to give her room. "Put those away." I pointed at the tissues. "You must clean me with your mouth."

"No, no!" She shook her head, aghast. "That is too dirty!"

"Are you too high and mighty to clean the mess that we both made?"

Her eyes cast down to the rubber mat behind her counter. "You wish me to sink lower than a whore?"

"I only wish what you wish." I reached for the tissues, but she pulled them away.

"You must take your money, Billy. It is too real. To pretend is one thing..." The meek woman pushed the tissues back into her box and tilted her head at the spread of twenties on the counter.

I nodded and picked them up. We were just playing a game. I moved to put my shining peter back into my pants, but she stopped me. "You are right, Billy."

Mrs. Shahidi girded her lips and sighed. She bent her knees, sinking to the floor mat before my sagging, soggy peter. She kneeled and bent forward opening her mouth. The humbled woman accepted my cum-and-pussy-juice-coated-dick between her lips. I patted her head while she sucked and licked my softening flesh that twitched as she cleaned me from dripping tip to sopping hilt. Afterwards, she used the tissues to wipe her face.

The doorbell jangled, and we were quick to pull our clothes together. The man who entered was too focused on getting his purchases to greet us. I fled the counter, thanking the wonderful shop owner with a whisper. "Arturio still loves you. He's just distracted by new things." I assured her.

"Thank you, Billy." She straightened dress and asked her customer how she could help him. She sounded freshly motivated. What I didn't see were the eyes that receded behind the door to Mrs. Shahidi's office and storeroom.

I walked merrily out of the shop, turned around, reentered, and bought an egg sandwich, a bag of BBQ flavored potato chips, a bag of jelly beans, and a pint of whole milk. The wonderful Mrs. Shahidi rang me up with a glowing smile.
 
It was still early, but I was glad for my time alone, walking to the park. When I reached it, a boy and a girl were playing on the jungle gym. Their mother sat in the closest bench, calling out to them, "Be careful!"

I went to the far end of the park and sat at a picnic table, feeling lucky that I could claim one. I ate my egg sandwich and milk for breakfast. It wasn't as good as the ones Mom had taught me to make, but I was hungry and thirsty after playing with Mrs. Shahidi. The food satisfied well enough, allowing my thoughts to drift. Mostly I worried about Roberta Green.

If the reporter discovered that I was the father of Jacqueline and Tara's children, they would get into terrible trouble. But after what Mrs. McDougal had told me, I felt that perhaps Roberta Green wasn't an enemy so much as a person doing her job. That made it harder to figure out a way to deal with her!

Mrs. McDougal said all I had to do was take the reporter out on a date, and that Tanya would know where. I had witnessed the witch's power a couple times already, but I would never shake the feeling that I must always be careful around her. If Roberta Green was as dedicated as the witch claimed, how the heck would dating that reporter keep her from revealing my secret? That sounded more like one of the witch's jokes.

I did trust Tanya, absolutely. I would at least ask her about Mrs. McDougal's solution. Beyond that, I needed a plan. Something that I could believe in, even if I had to disobey the witch and discuss and for am plan with Tara.

A second fear erupted through my pre-planning. What if the reporter found out that I was pimping Tara! I tried to calm myself. There was no way. We had done it only twice, and the first time was sort of by accident.

No. I had to make a list of what I knew and what I didn't. Fortunately my watch could do it, even though typing substantial things was a chore. Basically it boiled down to: the reporter was smart and clever at talking and getting information. She was dedicated to her field's code of conduct. I spent some time searching the net about the ethics of Journalism but didn't really understand. There was lots of conflicting 'wisdom.'

What I didn't know was what Tara would do if I told her about the reporter's threat. Tara liked living a fantasy.

Hnnn. I mused. Tara had asked Tanya about being a real whore, and the witch had taken Tara out last night. Maybe Tara's reaction to their whoring lessons would give me a clue about how Tara would react to Roberta Green.

I texted, "Tara, I heard you went out last night, all dressed up in naughty clothes. What happened?"

There was no immediate reply. She was busy working at the diner, no doubt.

As far as what to do about Roberta Green, I pressed myself for a solution. Tanya had suggested blackmail. Her other suggestion had been more violent, and I hoped she was kidding.

How to blackmail a reporter? I knew that sometimes, when a reporter is given bad information, and they report it, they lose their reputation and possibly their job. The problem was, I doubted I could invent bad information that would stand up to scrutiny. Roberta Green was tracking down the truth, because her first attempt to tell Jaqueline and Tara's story had felt wrong to her. She would be scrutinizing everything, and my ability to tell a lie was worse than my ability to think one up!

Whatever might work against the reporter, had to happen independant of me. I needed to set up a situation and let it play out on its own. It was real spy versus spy stuff. Maybe I ought to ask Tara. Even if she freaked out at first, she might want to help me set up a trap for our mutual adversary.

My watch buzzed. It was Mrs. Lum! "Hi, Billy. Thanks for your concern. I don't know what to say right now."

"About what?" I texted madly after reading the vague reply to my earlier inquiry.

"Bizarre things. Just know that I'm well." She didn't want to explain, at least not to me. Aside from pretending to rape the elderly woman, I was just a student to her.

Too many mysteries and troubles crowded my mind. I needed a break! I went to the swings. The two kids who had been playing earlier had left with their mother.

The sense of freedom and flying were a great distraction. I swung as high as I could, causing the steel frame to thump! when I came down from freefall.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed someone at the picnic table. I dragged my feet on the ground, slowing the swing until I could launch myself out of the seat. "Hey!" I shouted at the man. As I ran up, he cringed. He was maybe latino? Older. Some of his hair was white. He wore a black sweater and blue jeans. His clothes were filthy, and his boots were tattered. He had his fingers in my bag of jelly beans. I yelled, "That's mine!"

"Shit, I'm sorry, Boy!" He grumbled, cringing from me. "Rich people are always leaving food in the park, too fucking lazy to throw it in the trash.'

I didn't know what to make of the man. I wanted to be afraid of him, but he seemed more afraid of me. I thought about contacting the police through my watch, but if I used my watch, would the man take it? Mom had made me practice with the feature that was the equivalent of calling 911.

I pouted by default. "Man, I was just using the swings. I hadn't even opened those jellies."

"All right," He dropped the sugary beans in his fingers and withdrew his hand. "I wasn't pay'n enough attention except to my greedy stomach."

He got up from the table but didn't go far. We studied each other. The man just wanted something to eat. "It's okay, I guess. You can take the whole bag, Mister." It wasn't a big bag, and he had already pawed through them.

"I 'preciate that." He didn't waste time and snatched the beans up from the table. "Maybe I can make it straight between us sometime."

I wasn't sure what he meant by 'making it straight'. I kept my distance. Still he didn't move far from the table. He just watched me and ate one jelly bean after another. Did he want the chips too? No way!

"I bet you could beat him up with those moves from Mrs. Lum's P.E. class." The voice in my head sounded more afraid than I felt.

"Some of my friends are coming soon." I warned him.

"That right?" His head bobbled while he contemplated the information. "Huh. I guess you don't want the likes of me around then."

It was a public park. He had a right to be here. I just wasn't going to sit down while he stood so close. "Do you, uh, sleep here?" I have no idea why I asked that. Maybe I was trying to get a better sense of his reason to be there.

"Nah. Got a flop run by missionaries. I get a disabled check. They make it go further."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I'm cheating the government - got over my broken leg years ago. Begged the doctor to tell them it never healed right."

"Why be a cheat?"

"Cuz I got nothing else. Nobody hires an old man to work day labor. I used to lay bricks and plant trees. I can paint a house pretty good too, but my asthma kicks in."

My watch buzzed. I didn't dare look at it. I hoped he couldn't hear it. The witch had warned me to keep my watch hidden under my sleeve.

I saw the man's eyes flicker to my left. "Must be shit'n me." He grumbled and backed away a few steps.

I turned just enough to look. The two police officers I'd met earlier were crossing the street. The man, Andy, held up his hand at if to say, "Halt!"

"There's no problem, Manny." Rachael West called. "You know we need to see what's what." They walked quickly. They stopped close enough to read Andy's name pin. Lee.

"Nope - no problem, Missy. Just chatting with the boy."

"Hello, Billy." Officer West asked, "How've you been doing so far today?"

"Okay." I blinked.

Andy walked up to the man in dirty clothes. "Hey, Manny, you know this looks bad."

"Yeah, well." He scratched his black hair. "We just talking. He give me these beans. I wanted to give back."

"Told him your sob story, did you?" Officer West grinned at Manny.

"Oh, you know - my age - mind tends to settle on things."

I asked the lady officer, "Was he lying?"

She snickered. "What did he tell you?"

I repeated the salient points of Manny's confession without saying he cheated the government.

"He wasn't lying about his leg, not as much as why he really can't find work."

"Now Missy West, do we need to go into that?" Manny sounded wounded.

Andy shook his head. "I'm not sure you people can ever pay your debt."

"That's mean."

"Not trying to be."

Officer West hushed them. "Billy, Manny is on parole for something bad he did a long time ago."

"What?" I was suddenly dying to know!

"He got very angry in a difficult situation and killed someone's pet dog."

"It was the mayor's dog." Andy pointed out.

"Nobody wants to hire someone on the mayor's shit list." Manny tried to bolster his self-respect. "That lady ain't even mayor no more!"

"How long ago?"

"Not long enough according to the judge." Manny kept interrupting Ms. West. "Sorry, Chief, I'll shut it."

"That doesn't sound very fair." I was suddenly more interested in Manny the parolee.

"I wish I could agree with you, Billy." Rachael sighed. "My job is to uphold the law, and I have to check on Manny when he's alone with a minor."

"To serve and protect." Andy added.

"We were just talking." I asserted. Andy sounded a little too dedicated.

"And I know he's a safe guy, but Andy and I still have to check."

"Why?"

Andy couldn't hold back again. "It's what he did to the dog after killing it!"

Officer West rolled her eyes. "I was hoping to avoid details, thank you, Andy."

Andy acted sufficiently reprimanded. He didn't contribute further to the conversation.

Rachael knew I wouldn't be satisfied after Andy's juicy tidbit. "Because of that," She cleared her throat, "The judge put Manny on a special list which made him on parole forever."

"What kind of list?"

"It's for people who do far worse things than desecrating a dead animal. And that's all I'm going to say about it." The police woman nodded at Andy. She took a five dollar bill from her pocket. She gave it to Manny. The officers bid us both a good day, said goodbye, and walked away from the park.

Manny riffled the bill. "Yeah, they're some good cops. Even Andy's okay, but he can be a dick."

"I hope they get paid good." I worried aloud. "In my old home town, the cops get their own police cruiser with guns and bombs. Those two have to walk everywhere!"

"Heh!" Manny cackled. "Police in the district got smart! All those cars and tanks and guns just put cops farther and farther away from people. How can you respect someone if you can't talk to 'em?" He grunted. "Hey, just to be clear, I was really angry long ago. I had issues. Prison actually helped me figure some shit out." He knocked his left knee with his left knuckles. "Prison also broke my leg. Lot of short timers don't take well to people on that list Missy talked about." He let the subject go.

Manny and I, stood alone near the picnic table again. I felt just as awkward as before. He seemed more at ease. "Those your friends?" He nodded behind me. I turned and saw Trish and Steve across the street. "Oh, yeah." I suddenly felt much calmer. I waved at them. When I turned around, Manny was walking away picking jelly beans out of the bag.

"Who was that freaky guy?" Were Trish's first words. Steve knew better than to expect normal stuff about me.

My watch buzzed a second time to remind me about the last message, but it would have been rude to read it. I told Manny's story as we set up our picnic on the table. Trish had brought an actual picnic basket, the kind you see in cartoons. There was roasted chicken, watermelon chunks, potato salad, and chocolate brownies. The basket carried four plates and utensils for four. There was even a thermos of lemonade. Steve pulled a six pack of cola out of a plastic sack he'd set beside him on the bench.

"They're barely cold!" Trish grumbled.

"They were when I bought'em." Steve defended uselessly. He deflected, "That Manny guy, I'll bet he fucked the mayor's dog."

"Nice imagery..." Trish arranged the plates and opened the containers. "...for what started out as a nice day."

I set aside the bag of chips. Compared to the potato salad, chips seemed inadequate. "I wished I'd kept the jelly beans."

Trish settled in and filled her plate. She had a healthy appetite. Steve checked his phone. She asked me, "So what's the real reason you don't have a third of a million dollars, Billy?" Steve looked up from his phone, expectantly.

"It was the lady's ticket not mine." I cut off a leg and thigh from the chicken and heaped potato salad on my plate.

"You didn't get even a thousand? What a stingy bitch!" Steve snorted.

"She needed the money more. My dad just got a promotion." I deceived.

"Where does he work?" Trish moved the conversation along.

"At a finance company, Eiger Brothers and Coltrane." I asked Trish, "What about your folks?"

"Mamma has a net company that facilitates business to business transactions across national boundaries. Pop's a grocer."

"Does she speak lots of languages?" Steve wondered.

"Nope, some Spanish and a tiny bit of Chinese and Japanese - polite stuff. Dad was in Iraq for the duration. He picked up some Arabic."

Steve was impressed. "Wow, he was in the war?"

"Communications officer."

"That's like what your mom does." I guessed.

"That's right. If only they talked to each other like they do to their customers." She snorted a laugh, but it sounded kinda serious.

We ate for a while, not saying anything. I did peak at my watch message. "Terrible!" Tara had texted. It was a less than helpful reply.

"What's up with your dad, Steve?" Trish asked him.

"He's in therapy." He muttered.

"For being gay?"

"No!" Steve's wounds flared. "For being such a shit about being gay!" His voice cracked. "Sorry." He mumbled. "At least he's not going to prison."

"Still sucks." Trish nibbled on a brownie.

"Yeah." I forked a cube of watermelon into my mouth. It was perfectly sweet and juicy.

"When's your next session with Ms. Nurhea, Steve?" I was curious if his mom wanted me to attend.

"That's the same lady who's helping you and your mom?" Trish remembered from the lottery newscast.

I shrugged.

"I guess our school is in her district." Steve answered my question. "It's next Tuesday as usual."

"Hey, she does house calls!" Trish chortled.

Quiet returned to the table. Steve finished eating. He pulled another thing out of his plastic sack, a flying disk! Trish grinned at it and jumped up from her bench. "I'm going long!" She ran across the grass, and Steve hurled it to her.

We played for a while. Steve was really good at throwing. I was the worst, but as Tara had said about her table service, I was no slouch.

After tossing the disk around, we had second helpings of food. Steve got a text while Trish and I cleaned our plates. "I gotta bail. Mom needs, um, some aspirin."

"Whatever." Trish sounded a little disappointed. "I'm gonna hold off getting pregnant until I'm in a strong marriage."

"What's that suppose to mean?" Steve snapped!

"It means your father shouldn't have pregged your mom before going exponential!" She flared! "Is that what you think I mean, Steve?" Trish flung it back at him.

"Steve!" I blurted. Would he ever learn?

"Shut up, twerp! I-I knew what she meant." Steve sputtered at Trish. "Just don't poke things you don't know shit about."

Trish backed off. "I get ya, but freak'n out ain't cool."

Steve did the unexpected. He calmed down. "I'm sorry, Trish. You were just say'n truth about getting pregnant. It does fuck you -- long after you've fucked." He snickered.

Trish mellowed. "Careful, you idiot, the little guy has big ears." She grinned.

He scowled. "Sometimes I think the twerp is hiding worse shit than handing over a million dollars."

I didn't feel like correcting him. Not long thereafter, he marched off with his flying disk and three cans of lukewarm cola, I thanked Trish. "That was a great picnic lunch."

"Do you think Steve likes me?" Trish didn't look starry-eyed. She sounded irritated. "I mean, he wants to date me, but I'm not sure he can like anybody."

"He likes his Mom, but he can be mean to her too."

"I hope that therapy lady helps." Trish shook her head then gave me a gruff smile and a nod. "Lunch was fun." Her eyes turned into daggers. "Just don't tell anyone this was a date."

"Ok." I squeaked. I helped her pack the leftovers. We walked together for a block before separating. I got a text from Steve. "You're off the hook for Tuesday. The shrink just wants to talk to Mom and me. Maybe next week." He had actually cared enough to answer the question I hadn't quite asked. There was hope for the idiot.

I texted Tara again. "I'm sorry. What happened last night?"

She was quicker to answer. "I got a fucking clue. I'm going to shut up about being a real you-know-what. Let's talk about something else. Shopping! Tomorrow. "

She wanted to take the bus instead of a cab. "Tanya's awesome, but tomorrow I want to own you."

I almost told her about Roberta Green, but Tara couldn't handle what real whores are. Would she be able to handle the reality about her pregnancy?

"There's an old shopping mall that's being converted to an open air mall. Plenty of stores are having non-fake sales during construction."

"Okay." I agreed. She must be on a break from work, to text so much. I texted the news of us at the billiards parlor. "We'll have to find a new location."

"That's your job, Pimp Son."

"Don't call me something dumb."

"I could call you Pimp Daddy because of little Billie, but you're not MY daddy." Tara's text reminded me of my date with Shannon and Mrs. Cherkle tonight.

"Pimp Boss?" I teased her.

"Ha!" Then, "Pimp Dude?"

It was good enough for me. I didn't really care. She had given me an opportunity. "Do you ever worry that someone might find out about the baby's father?"

"Gods, what a bummer thing to say!" Then, "If you're going to be this poopy tomorrow, I'm going to dress you in orange Hawaiian shirts and purple pants!"

I'd forgotten that she was going to 'upgrade' my pimp clothes. "Sorry. You know I'd do anything to protect you if the truth got out."

"You're sweet, Billy, but please stop talking about that." Tara was serious. "I would probably explode from fear and seek asylum in a Native American nation." Her solution was less based in reality than playing at whoring.

"I won't bring it up again." I was serious. Tara would never be able cope with Roberta Green. We agreed to meet in the morning at the bus stop near my school. Up ahead I could see my apartment complex. I wished Tara good speed with renovating the diner. The witch had been right about her. The only plan left for me was to trust the witch's suggestion of going on a date with the reporter.

I texted Tanya that I wanted to use her Monday night. The witch had said Tanya would know where to take Roberta Green. I texted Mrs. McDougal's suggestion. "Yes, I know where, Little Master. What time?"

Ms. Nurhea would be helping Mom and I, after school. Our session wouldn't last two or three hours. "Sometime around six."

"I will be your disposal." She promised. I hoped she'd meant, "AT your disposal."

The reporter's info was on my watch. I texted her personal number. "Monday night. I'll get a cab and pick you up, before seven."

Ms. Green's text arrived like lightning. "Thank you, Billy. I'll pay for the cab. Where are we going?"

"I won't say until we get there." I wished I knew where!

"Ooo, sounds dangerous." She added a normal smiley and sent a link to where I'd pick her up. The TV station was pretty far away, near downtown.

I didn't want to text her more than necessary. I entered the apartments and then my home, hoping Mom had come to her senses.
 
She lay on the couch crying. "I'm such a mess. You should spend the afternoon with your father."

"Where is he?" The bedroom door was wide open and the room empty.

"I could be all dramatic and say he left me, but the man went to catch up on his sleep somewhere free of my clutches." Mom picked up her book from the coffee table and set it back down. "I gave him my phone. Call him, and he'll tell you where to find him. Don't tell me." Mom blamed herself for driving Dad away.

I didn't blame Mom. She simply got carried away trying to overcome her fear of men. I went to the couch, sat, and hugged her. She was still wearing her robe and gown which were smelling less fresh by the minute.

"Please, Billy." She shrugged off my arms. "You're being annoying."

"Now you're gonna fuck her! Right?" Stupid voice.

"Mom!" I blurted. She jolted up straight but confused. I took her by the hand and stood. "Let's get you in the shower."

I had only bathed with a wet cloth that morning. In the bathroom, I took off our clothes and ran the water. We were getting better at ignoring my full boner, as we washed each other. However, at one point, we paused everything wash related and stood gazing eyes to eyes. Mom held my penis while steaming water cascaded over our heads. The moment ended after uncounted wasted gallons, and we finished our shower.

I jumped out first, toweled, and pulled on fresh boxers. While she dried her hair, I ran to the kitchen where I fixed a quick peanut butter and jelly sandwich and apple slices. Mom hadn't yet eaten. It was nearly three o-clock. Standing naked but dry, she ate at the counter. I changed out their bedsheets and pulled mine from the couch. "I'll do the laundry. You need more sleep."

She hadn't said a word from the moment I'd blurted, "Mom!" She got into bed, resigned to her sorrow. After pulling on a t-shirt and cut-offs, I took the dirty clothes and a box of detergent downstairs. Fortunately, the change machine accepted a twenty dollar bill.

I rested. The machines whirred. I checked my watch occasionally by stepping up from the basement to get a cel signal. I got bored. Boredom felt so good compared to my life I didn't want it to end. Bordom ended immediately upon enjoying it. I sighed.
 
It was a good thing that I brought the cleaned laundry in as quietly as possible. Mom was still asleep. I put everything away that didn't require going into the bedroom. I finally got up the nerve to text Dad. "Mom said you have her phone."

"Hi Billy. How is Mother?"

"She's sleeping."

"Then I'm glad you texted instead of called. Did she tell you what happened?"

I typed a laughing smiley. "She said she wore you out."

"LOL! True! I won't go into the details, but I had to enforce a break. I'm glad she's resting. I'm up to about five hours of sleep. I'll stay awake until I go to bed at a reasonable time tonight."

"What hotel are you at?"

"I'm crashing at the home of a friend from work."

"When will you come home?"

"Tomorrow morning. See you then, Sport. To pay for using his couch, I promised to buy dinner."

My watch said it was almost five PM. I had been using it a lot. There was one more person to text. "Shannon, you can come over anytime. Mrs. Cherkle's apartment is #101."

"What about dinner?"

"I'll go ask her." I trundled down to apartment #101 and knocked.

"Hi Billy, did you bring the game?" She sounded keen to play. I told her, "Shannon wants to know if we're having supper together. I could make spaghetti."

The elegant woman put a finger to her chin and smiled but had a far away look. "Tell her to bring a dish or two. We'll do potluck."

"Okay. I'll have her text me when she arrives, and I'll bring the game and spaghetti down."

"See you soon."

I walked home and texted Shannon. Then I checked in on Mom.

"You could wake her up with your dick making babies in her." The voice was unusually seductive, but the seduction was all Mom. I knew she was naked under the covers. It was getting more difficult to resist the voice in my head. I pulled myself out of the room and shut the door. There was spaghetti to make.

With Tickets and Rides under one arm and the other holding a pot of mushroom and green onion spaghetti in piping marinara, I pressed Mrs. Cherkle's doorbell button. Shannon had texted five minutes prior. When the door opened, both items were instantly plucked from me, set aside, and four arms dragged me into the apartment. I'm not sure how the door closed, but it was likely Shannon's or Mrs. Cherkle's foot.

Shannon was so short and the apartment manager was so tall I would have been able to tell, blindfolded, who was kissing me by where their lips landed. They didn't drag off my clothes. Nobody dragged off their clothes. But we met in a passionate tangle and barely spared sufficient attention to avoid toppling into a heap.

Shannon even gave Mrs. Cherkle a few pecks which caused the refined lady to turn more than a little pink. Then we separated and caught our breaths. "You're so pretty, Mrs. Cherkle!" Shannon gushed.

"And you are adorable, Shannon, but please call me Colleen." She picked up the covered pan of spaghetti and took it into the kitchen. "You two just came from your families. My husband walked out the door an hour ago. I won't have a real family until the birth. I can't wait to be Daddy's little girl-" She opened the lid and sniffed. "Billy, you really can cook- Sorry, what I meant to say was, it seems I've been promoted to Big girl." She grinned at Shannon. "But that can wait-"

"No! I already love my Colleeeeen!" Shannon ran up and hugged and kissed the tall, slim woman. That was when I noticed Shannon's dress. It was the one she'd worn when I'd first met her. It made her look half her age, and she was probably just as naked underneath.

"Are you ready, Daddy?" Mrs Cherkle checked with me.

Part of me was. The rest felt like I had run an emotional marathon. Before I knew what I was doing, I slumped down in Mr. Cherkle's lounge. "Maybe in a little bit."

"Daddieee?" Shannon raced over. "You must have had a rough day!"

I must have looked it. I certainly felt it. Then I felt my little girl crawl into my lap and snuggle against my chest. She wasn't that much smaller than me. Together we made more than a Mr. Cherkle. The old chair creaked.

"Don't mind me." Mrs. Cherkle cleared her throat. "I'll just set the table and organize the food." Something rattled and clanked. "Shannon, your mashed yams and fried bacon smell decadent."

"I want to help you, Sissy Colleen, but Daddy needs this." Shannon nestled as much of her slim body as she could. She even purred.

Mrs. Cherkle came around the kitchen counter to observe boy and girl combined in her husband's chair. "I know what he needs." She returned to the kitchen. Higher pitched rattles and clinks ensued.

I wasn't sleeping but cool lip of a glass broke me out of my funk. "Drink up, Daddy." Colleen tipped the highball glass slowly. I sipped and I swallowed. The drink was pink, very sweet, and cold. I didn't like the taste - too much like medicine. I drank most but not all of it. Colleen took Shannon's hand. "Come on, Sister, that'll put him right in a little bit. Thanks for holding down the fort while I brewed his cure. She pealed Shannon off of me and led her back to the kitchen.

My eyes closed again. I drifted off, slowly, peacefully, calm- OH HELLO! I was wide awake! "Huh?" I exclaimed and looked around the room. Just enough time had passed for the 'girls' to have prepared our dinner.

"Come and eat before it get's cold, Daddy." When Colleen saw that I had perked up, a wry smile crept into her lips. She had contributed two dishes, a giant bowl of mixed greens with chopped veggies for salad, and buttery baked scallops. I didn't know how hungry I was until I started eating.

"When are you due to pop, Sissy Colleen?" Shannon used her littlest girl voice.

Mrs. Cherkle had to mentally adjust her response, getting into character. "Well, Baby Shannon, Daddy made love to me right here just over a month ago. I think that's when he put a baby in my womb. So you should have a new brother or sister in eight more months." After a couple spoonfuls of Shannon's mashed yams, Colleen ladled another serving on her plate.

"Daddy, I don't like it when she calls me Baby." Shannon wrapped a bacon slice around a scallop before poking it through her lips and chewing slowly. "Only you can call me Baby."

"You can't have it both ways, Sweetheart. You're sister loves you too." I stuck my fork into some spaghetti and twirled it into a ball of gooey dripping goodness. "Let's not fight tonight, okay? Tell me about school. Is there a boy or girl who you're sweet on?"

Shannon pouted. "Boys are too busy playing sports or computer games, sometimes both. The girls are a series of little gangs trying to control the other girls. High school is stupid!"

"I knew girls like that." Colleen said. "They need constant praise from their peers. So they can pretend to be superior to the girls who respect themselves. You could have any boy in school, Sweet Shannon, if there were any worthy of you."

"Some of the girls I like would be fun to play with, but they cringe at the mention of any toy edgier than a dildo." She told Colleen, "Sweet Shannon is nice."

I picked up Colleen's tactic and asked, "What sports or computer games do you play?"

"I like football, but I can't kick super hard. I'm good at dribbling and dodging." Shannon sounded frustrated. "When I'm not working for Mommy, I like to play Heroes of Legend, but some of the boys are mean when I play on a team. Their parents spend tons of money on their computers, and they practice all the time at LAN parties and the network game hall near school. Mommy puts that kind money in my college fund."

"That's some rich high school!" Mrs. Cherkle almost broke character.

"Yeah." Shannon admitted. "I'm so lucky and privileged, I shouldn't whine like I do."

"That's why I have to spank you so much, Baby." I winked.

"Are you gonna spank me tonight?" She pouted, half hoping, half pretend worried.

"I don't like being mean to my girls." I frowned. "Can we just have a nice night together?"

"Daddy did have a hard day." Colleen spooned her last dab of yam into her mouth.

Shannon giggled, "He was still hard when we snuggled!"

"What was in that drink you gave me?" I asked my older daughter.

"This girl will never tell." She zipped her lips.

"Are you still hard, Daddy?" Shannon got up from her seat.

"You have to finish your salad, Baby, before you can leave the table."

"Oh!" She stamped her foot. Then she sat down and told her sister, "This is really good! What's the dressing? Or is that a secret too? It tastes almost like an Indian curry."

"Buttermilk and spices, I could show you later." Colleen looked at me with puppy eyes. "I finished my plate. Can I leave the table?"

"Yes, but first rinse your dishes and put them in the dishwasher." I told her what Mom was always telling me, except we had to wash our dishes by hand.

After doing what she was told and drying her hands, Colleen swung around the counter and hugged me. One of her hands 'accidentally' fell to my lap. "My, my!" She whispered, and her eyes got big.

"What?" Shannon jumped up again, young ears much sharper than her 'older' sister's. "No fair, you get to hug Daddy already!"

"I finished my plate." Colleen stuck out her tongue. "And you snuggled earlier."

"Now, now." I tried to calm them, but the good food had invigorated them. I was feeling better too.

"I don't care if Daddy spanks me!" Shannon declared, abandoning a few leafs not worthy of a fork. Her arms tried to snake under her sister's. She craned her neck to kiss my lips, but when she saw the tent in my pants, "Oh, goodie!"

"I hugged Daddy first." Colleen covered my crotch with her hand. "You have to wait your turn."

Too much was happening at once, after my latest weird day. I was feeling overwhelmed. "Colleen! Shannon!" I barked. "Go stand with your faces to that wall!" I ordered.

"This is your fault!" Shannon accused her sister. The 'girls' went to the wall and stood in front of it. A Custer's eggball poster stared back at Shannon. Colleen studied a print of a famous painting. It was of an old woman wearing a turbin. I thought only men wore them.

I finished my meal in peace, but my pee pee got even harder, knowing these two would do anything I told them. I took my dishes and utensils to the sink, rinsed them, and set them carefully into the dishwasher. Then I rummaged into drawers for the tool I needed.

As I stepped over to the wall, I told them, "For fighting, I'm going to give you five swats each." I hid the tool behind my back. "Welllll," I lingered on the word. "I can't spank your bottoms like that."

"No, Daddy." Shannon bent down and pulled up the hem of her dress. As expected, her naked bum immediately appeared.

"No, Daddy." Echoed Colleen hoarsely. She unzipped her skirt and let it fall. Then she pulled down her pink panties.

"Don't take off your dress, Shannon." I cautioned. She'd already bared her sweet, small titties. "Be more modest." I told her, and her arms dropped until she was holding the hem just above her waist.

"Now bend over. You're both being very good."

"Yes, Daddy." Colleen obeyed. She put her hands on the wall and stuck out her backside.

Shannon did a little dance, "Please don't spank too hard!" That was her code for heavy spanks.

"For talking back, you get five more swats, Shannon."

"Nooo!!!"

"That's another five. Do you want twenty?"

Shannon simply whined after that.

I positioned myself beside Colleen and reminded her, "Be sure to count."

SWAT! I swung, cracking the rubber-like spatula upon her closer cheek.

"AA!!" She yelped. "One."

"Why are you standing here with your bottom naked, Colleen?"

"Because I fought with my little sister." She whined.

SWAT!

"Nnnpp!!" Gasp! "Two- oww."

"You need to set the example for her, not use your advantages against her!" SWAT!

"OWW!! Yes, Daddy! I'm sorry. Oooohhh. Uh, THREE!"

"You need to tell her you're sorry." SWAT!

"Owww!!!" The pain was building up as I swatted the same patch of her bottom each time. "Four. I'm sorry Sweet Shannon! Please forgive me!"

Shannon wrinkled her nose at her big sister and stuck out her tongue!

"Shannon Androni!" I bellowed. "You will get thirty swats for acting up when your sister is trying to apologize to you!

"NO, DADDY!!!!" Shannon wailed. "I was fooling. I didn't mean it!"

"And now you're lying? Forty swats, plus the last one I was going to give to her!" I kissed Colleen's cheek. "I'm sorry your sister is in a wicked mood, Pretty Daughter. I think you should be the one to spank her."

"WHAT?!" Shannone squealed! "NOOO!! She's gonna hurt me real bad. She's not fair like you, Daddy! Not FORTY ONE!"

"You should have thought of that before you rejected her apology, little daughter." I placed the spatula in Colleen's hand. She grinned. "I'll try to be fair, Daddy, but if I'm not tough enough on her, please correct me."

"She's lying, Daddy, she's gonna beat me black and blue!"

"BE QUIET!" I silenced Sweet Shannon. Stepping away, I nodded for Colleen to proceed. She stepped out of her panties and skirt and over to her little sister.

CRACK! The spatula made a sharper sound than when I'd whacked it across Mrs. Cherkle's inflamed butt.

"Ow." Shannon yelped and counted. "One."

I watched Colleen crack the first ten on Shannon's butt. The little high schooler squeaked and squealed and danced, but it was mostly for show. I kissed Colleen on the back of her neck and told her, "If you get tired, let me know."

"I won't, Daddy. This is too much fun!" CRACK!

"OWWW!" Shannon wailed! "Eleven. IT'S NOT FAIR!"

I went to the Cherkle's bedroom but couldn't find cold cream. Mrs. Cherkle didn't use make-up. I did find aloe vera in the bathroom and returned to the dining side of the counter. SWAT!

"EEE!! I'll be good to you, Colleen. I'm sorry!" Shannon sniffed, but she wasn't crying. "Eighteen."

I opened the bottle and dripped a little into my hand. When Shannon's counted, "Twenty," I said, "Give your arm a rest, Colleen."

"Thank you, Daddy." Shannon gasped for air. The swats were starting to have their effect. She was getting horny. Her inner upper thighs had become damp.

"Keep your hand away from your cootie." I warned her.

Mrs. Cherkle snickered. Then Shannon joined her.

They were laughing at me. "Isn't that what little girls call it?"

"I guess some might, if they had terrible Daddies." The older woman chortled.

"Well, excuse me!" I rubbed aloe into the bright red spot on Colleen's butt.

"Owww! You're being rough, Daddy."

I grunted and grinned.

"Thank you, Daddy. I love you." Colleen kissed my cheek. Her lips were hot! Both of my little darlings were worked up. They were as ready as I was.

I asked Shannon. "Are you sorry for rejecting your big sister's apology?"

She pouted but nodded. "Yes, Daddy. I'm sorry, Colleen. I want to be a good girl, but I'm jealous because he's your Daddy, but he's only my Step-daddy."

"That's good to hear, Shannon." I took the spatula from Colleen, "But I have to keep my promise."

"Please, Daddy! It already hurts so much!"

"I'm sure your big sister spanked you very hard, the way you deserve. Now turn to the wall and push out your bottom." I had noticed that her hands never faltered at holding her dress up to her waist.

Her pout deepened and she surrendered. "Yes, Daddy." Turning, she presented a crimson pair of little girl sized bum cheeks. Mrs. Cherkle was no amateur. The swats had been evenly spread over the girl's entire hindquarters.

I raised my arm and swung as hard as I could. SMASH!

"AAAAAA!!!!" Shannon screamed! "OOHHH THAT HURTS, DADDY!!!"

"How many, Baby?"

"Twenty one." She whined.

"That's the one you saved your sister from." I dropped the spatula. It bounced like rubber ball but quickly settled. "Now when you get home, tell your mother that you still deserve twenty more swats. I'll check with her in the morning. For now, you have to stand there and let everyone see how naughty you've been."

Shannon's pout covered nearly half her face. "Yes, Daddy."

I hugged her and kissed her cheek. Pointing to the bottle of aloe I told her, "Your sister spanked you. She has to care for you. But you have to keep standing, to prove how sorry you are."

"Thank you, Daddy." She returned to the wall and pushed back her burning bum. Colleen took up the aloe. "Thank you, Sissy Colleen." Shannon said when the first cool blob spread over her heated rear.

I didn't stop her when Shannon's hand moved in front and diddled on her hotter puss. I went to where Tickets and Rides had been placed. Beside it rested a gym bag that looked familiar. It wasn't Mrs. Cherkle's.

Inside were ropes, spankers, cuffs, chains, dildoes, vibrators, and things I didn't recognize. Shannon had brought her favorite game too. How typical, that she'd gotten her way first. I giggled.

A soft knock came through the front door. "Colleen? Billy? Can I play?" Mom asked. I had told her that I would borrow Tickets and Rides to play with my friends tonight.
 
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"Who's that?" Colleen gasped! Mrs. Cherkle knew it was my mother's voice. She didn't want to break character. "It sounds like our Auntie Faun."

"What should we do, Billy?" Shannon worried.

I told Mom through the door. "Just a minute!" I answered the high school girl, "She wants to play Tickets and Rides. That's what she thinks we're playing."

Shannon bit her lip and scooted the hem her dress down over her darkening bum. Colleen laughed, "Auntie Faun wouldn't be surprised if she saw our paddled behinds." The older woman pushed out her naked, red bottom a little further from the wall.

Shannon accepted her 'sister's' appraisal, with a nod and relaxed lips. Her hands kept their grip on the hem of her dress at mid-thigh.

My worry differed from Shannon's. What if Mom was fighting her desire to get pregnant? Maybe she needed the distraction. I couldn't abandon her when I could prevent her from seeking random sperm. Mr. Allister, Jude's father, would probably be happy to entertain her. It would be too easy for Mom to knock on his door next.

To be fair, I was also responsible for my two 'daughters'. We had joined together for a little naughty fun, and I shouldn't abandon them either. Shannon had come a long way to play our game. I rolled my shoulders and arms open at them, to invite suggestions.

Colleen shrugged, content to play either game. She looked at Shannon.

Shannon had to decide, one of her talents actually, but she didn't rush. I had to ask Mom a second time to wait.

"This is the police!" Mom feigned a growl. "Stop flushing your drugs down the toilet! Everyone is endangered when sewer alligators get high!"

A laugh burst out of Shannon. I didn't get what was so funny. Even Mrs. Cherkle chuckled. Shannon ended her outburst with, "I know how handle this." She released her dress and smoothed out the wrinkles. Then she went to the door. "Set up the game, Billy." She pointed at Tickets and Rides before opening the door just a crack. "Are you Auntie Faun?"

Shannon's unexpected appearance slowed Mom. She leaned away from the door, suspicious of Shannon. "I'm no one's aunt that I'm aware of, but if you know better, Shannon, tell me. Family ties are very important."

I scrambled to get out the game board and pieces. Mrs. Cherkle scrambled to pull up her dress and make space on the counter. Shannon let out a loud hum, as if she was scrutinizing or contemplating my mom. "Mrs. Cherkle and Billy indulged my favorite game. We're playing house before Tickets and Rides. But I guess we should start the main event. Please, join us!"

"I don't want to disrupt whatever you're enjoying." Mom told her. I could only guess that Mom would be suspicious of a high school girl wanting to play house.

"It's like you said, Auntie Faun. Family ties are important." Shannon opened the door wider. "What would you like to play?"

Mom shrugged. "I guess I wouldn't mind being an aunt for a little bit. Are you the niece?"

"Me and my step sister, Colleen."

Mom couldn't simply shrug off that concept. Mrs. Cherkle had nearly ten years on her. "That's, um, fine ... and Billy, he's the neph-"

"He's our Daddy!" Shannon squealed with delight!

"Of course he is." Mom's eyes refused to roll. It wasn't worth the effort.

"It's so good to see you, Aunty Faun!" Shannon hugged Mom after letting her in.

I watched from the counter as I set up the game. Mom's eyes locked on to mine. "I'll call you Billy, and you may call me S.i.s.t.e.r., meaning she would end my life if I dared to call her "Sister Faun" or the absolutely unforgivable, plain: "Faun."

"Ok." I squeaked. A piece in my hand fell to the floor. I bent to retrieve it. Straightening, I saw Mom staring at the floor under Mrs. Cherkle's painting print. Colleen had forgotten to pull up her panties. They lay like a red flag on an football field, except they were pink.

"Daddy, did you sneak into my dresser again?" Colleen scolded me, glided over to her lost garment, and scooped it up. She shook her head at Mo- ahem, Auntie Faun. "Daddy can be very naughty sometimes."

Mom, my Sister, kept a straight face. She walked up to her 'niece' and held out her hand. "Let me see."

Colleen struggled to maintain character. She meekly handed the panties to her auntie. My Sister dangled them like biohazard waste. She frowned at her niece. "Billy doesn't steal, panties, L.i.t.t.l.e. Colleen." She walked over to me and stuffed them into my back pocket. "He collects them."

Mrs. Cherkle's pursed lips suggested she did not take her 'aunt's' judgement well.

Shannon abruptly squealed at such a high pitch, glass trembled. "I LOVE you, Step-Auntie-Faun!" She ran to Mom and grabbed her into a powerful hug!"

That one moment set the tone of our entire game of Tickets and Rides. Colleen kept frustrating her aunt's plans, while Shannon worked to destabilize her step-sister's. Mom rose above the in-game fracas, playing as if the children in the room were none of her concern.

It was the worst game of Tickets and Rides I ever played, and I won. When the points were counted, Colleen and Shannon were tied for last place. Mom beat them by two. By comparison, my points were in the stratosphere, and I became the new target.

"I think Daddy cheated, Auntie Faun." Shannon glowered at me

"Billy always cheats." My Sister confirmed, "Except when he plays a game." My Sister asked me, "Are you going to let them talk about you like that?"

"No, Sister." I tilted my frowning head at the 'girls.' "I see you girls didn't learn your lesson about fighting before. You lost because you kept fighting. Even if it was in a game, you acted like babies." I showed deep disappointment by shaking my head slowly. "I can't punish you for fighting in a game, but I'm going to make you remember your lesson."

"Daddy, I didn't mean to say you cheated. I just thought ... maybe..." Shannon hoped for a fresh spanking, however hot and sore her bum already was. Both of my 'girls' were sexually frustrated. That was a big part of their in-game animosity. The hoped after the game, Auntie Faun would leave, and we could continue our fun. I was almost sorry to disappoint them. "Girls..."

They straightened as if I'd shouted.

"...return to your places at the wall."

"But you said you couldn't spank us, Daddy?" Shannon whined, but she wasn't slow. She was slower than her step-sister.

Colleen responded, "Yes, Daddy." The girls formed their line of shame facing the wall.

"I didn't want your Auntie to find out how naughty you were before she joined us, but you've left me no choice."

"No, Daddy!" Shannon wailed, not understanding that I wasn't taking her bait."

"Please don't embarrass us, Daddy." Colleen sounded rather sincere. "Not in front of Auntie." Mrs. Cherkle grumbled.

I teased Mom, "Sister, I hope your children won't be as naughty as these two."

Mom's voice strived not to sound grave. "Don't remind me, Billy."

Gulp! I told Colleen and Shannon, "Show your Auntie what naughty girls get for fighting and not obeying your Daddy."

Mrs. Cherkle was slow to obey. Shannon lifted her skirt to her waist and pushed out her purpling backside.

"Oh my!" Mom gasp wasn't pretend. "Billy, the poor girl." She worried at me, that I shouldn't do that to a youngster.

"It's okay, Auntie Faun. I deserved it." Shannon tried to tell my mom that she enjoyed her harsh spanking.

When Colleen's slim butt appeared, I think I heard her sniff back a tear. Her face was as red as her hind cheeks.

"This one looks a little underdone." Sister found her play voice again.

"Colleen was only a little naughty tonight."

I'm sorry, Billy, there's a benchmark that shouldn't be shorted." Mom spoke as she'd earned a degree in corporeal punishment. She walked into the kitchen and quickly found the dry, rubbery spatula next to the sink.

"Auntie Faun?" Colleen struggled once more with her role. The Mrs. Cherkle side of her worried that my mother was taking too many liberties in her home. Mom had already stole her panties and given them to me. Was my mom going to spank her too?

Aunt Faun approached from behind with the weapon that had left such bright marks on Colleen's bottom. "Here. She needs at least two more." She thrust the spatula at me.

Gulp! I couldn't say no to Mom, even if she was pretending to be my adult sister. My hand shook from uncertainty, accepting the tool.

"No, Daddy!" Colleen sounded truly worried over two swats. "I was just a little bad. You said so. Don't listen to Auntie F-"

Mom responded a little too honestly. "Tell Little Colleen that your Sister has a right to demand more punishment, because she seduced my so-, er, brother and got pregnant."

"Waaa!" Colleen fake cried. "It's true! I got Daddy's baby inside me because I needed him to comfort me!"

With that confession, I had only one option. SWAT! I hit Colleen's red bum just hard enough to make a good sound.

"OOWWW!!" My victim played up her suffering.

I almost laughed. So I gave her second and final spank a decent SWACK!

"OOW!!" A much more genuine response, and her red bum cheek darkened nicely. "Thank you, Daddy, for giving me your baby. I'm sorry I seduced your brother, Auntie Faun! I don't deserve your kindness. I'll do whatever I can to make it up to you." Mrs. Cherkle spoke sincerely.

Mom's furrowed brows relaxed. Perhaps's Mrs. Cherkle's plea moved her to wrestle with her jealousy.

"If that's what it takes to get attention, maybe I should take Bil- um, Daddy into the bedroom and get pregnant!" Shannon shook her purpling behind flagrantly.

CRACK! I struck Shannon's surly, wagging butt five times! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Surprised, she almost forgot to cry out"

"OOOWWW!!!" There's nothing like fresh spanks on a recently beaten bum to remind what pain can amount to. "What was that for, Daddy?"

"For asking for it." I put the spatula on the counter and hugged Mom. "I'm sorry too."

She held me and patted my head while two red behinds waved to cool themselves. "I'll leave you to finish your game." She kept me in her arms and walked me to the front door. Mom whispered sharply, "If you ever get that wonderful girl pregnant, I'm going to knock you both out, slice off your testicles, and perform a backroom abortion on her." She also growled. "I took a workshop to learn the evacuation procedure, alongside women preparing for the worst if our rights to our bodies are ever stolen again."

GULP! I waved meekly as Mom strode out. Upon shutting the door, I turned to my 'girls.' "I hope you are good girls now. Daddy just wants his family to be happy." I picked up Shannon's gym bag and marched into the bedroom. "Come on. It's time to show our love for each other."

Two excited women chased after me, and tackled me on the bed. After a time of groping, kissing, and petting, I told them, "Daddy knows you love him. I love both of my playful girls, but tonight you fought again, and in addition to your punishment, you have to make up with each other."

Shannon instantly sized up the sexy lean, older woman and grinned fiendishly. Mrs. Cherkle's blush compared to her refreshed spank marks.

I pointed at the bag of toys. "You have to talk and agree about what you like and don't like. It wouldn't be fair if I joined. It's your job to be good to each other. If I hear otherwise, I will inform your Mommy that I failed to make peace between you.

"Please don't, Daddy!" Shannon's eyes grew a little too wide. "I want to love Big Sissy Colleen!"

Mrs. Cherkle sputtered, "I wouldn't dare disappoint St-step Mommy." She knew that she was going to be the underdog for the rest of the evening, for lacking Shannon's experience at loving women and her unfamiliarity with the high school girl's vast array of toys.

Our final kisses were my lips on their foreheads. "Sweet dreams, sweet daughters. Don't stay up too late." That was like asking Eurovision performers to use less cocaine. Shannon felt the balled up panties in my back pocket when she hugged me goodbye. "I'll wear panties that you can collect next time." She whispered then darted to her bag.

Upon closing the bedroom door as I let myself out, Mrs. Cherkle stammered. "What is th-that th-hing!"

"Don't be a baby, Colleen. You're already warmed up. This will kick us both into next gear. Think of it as a cooperative tool for loving partners to give their best for each other."

I picked up Dad's game and shuffled to the front door. Mrs. Cherkle cried out, "Oh, my!"

My rigid pecker was the only sad part of me. The voice anguished, "You didn't fuck either of them!"

Returning home, I listened in at Mom's door. I heard her vibrator buzzing and quickly retreated to the couch. Sexy thoughts and the day's excitement took a while to calm before I could fall asleep.

A soft voice woke me in the middle of the night. "Billy, can I sleep with you?" Mom was in her nightgown, kneeling beside the couch. "I promise I won't try to put your penis inside of me."

My pee pee lurched into half an erection in half a second. I had to stop myself from jumping on her and tearing off her gown. "Sure, Mom." I opened the covers and shifted farther into the back cushions.

She nestled her back into my spoon, and we lay quietly. I tried my best to prevent my fully hard, young cock from digging into her thighs. Her body shifted for the same reason."I think I should spoon you, or would you like to go to the bed?"

"I like you here." I crawled over her raised side and rested my back against her boobs. Either way, one of us was going to have trouble falling asleep. Mom needed sleep more than me, I figured.

Dim morning light speckled the room when the front door clicked open. Dad entered. I saw him through a sleepy haze. I wanted to say Hi, but I didn't want to wake Mom. He peeked into the bedroom's open door. Not finding Mom, he stepped into the front room and stood still. My slitted eyes were too blurry to see his expression. He spoke calm words. "I'll leave your competition to you, Sweetheart."

Dad went into the bathroom. He started the new day, Sunday, with a shower. Even if he had come closer, the sheet and blanket covered where Mom was holding my still erect penis.

Mom woke while he was scrounging in the kitchen for breakfast. "Can I fix something nice for you, Glen? I owe you after hounding you for the last two days."

"Woof, woof!" Dad barked happily. "Let me fix breakfast for you, Dear Heart." He ended up surprising me with a delicious spinach and jack cheese omelette with spicy tomato paste dabbed over it.

"This settles it, Glen." Mom swallowed a large bite before speaking. "I'll go into work tomorrow. You can run the house for the family."

"Home, my love. This is our home, and Billy would be even more neglected. Because you can take the man out of the office..."

"But you can't tie him to a bed for longer than thirty six hours." Mom apologized.

I asserted my innocent presence with a cough and stuffed another forkful of omelette into my mouth.

"What are your plans today, Billy?" I didn't notice Dad's wink at Mom.

"Tara wants me to go shopping with her. I have to meet her at nine."

Mom reminded me. "Be home by five, if you want to talk to Grandfather and Nanna."

"Have you met many girls at school?" Dad sounded as if he wanted to change the subject.

"Just Kelly, and she's dating um- Well, she's dating."

"Faun, I expected my son's school experience would be different than mine, but in some ways he's my son."

"How's that?" Mom asked.

"He's outgoing with adults, but I think kids his age intimidate him. Socializing at a new school is a chaotic jungle with difficult to fathom rules and rituals."

I stopped chewing but dared not to look up. Dad would have seen how well he'd assessed my school life. I didn't know many kids at all, only two were in my grade. Metaphorically, I was clinging to my teacher's pant legs, no matter how naked we got. "You're real funny, Dad." I gave a fake laugh. "I should be getting ready to meet Tara." I devoured what remained of the scrumptious omelette and hurried to the bathroom.

When I emerged, dressed and ready to start my day, Mom and Dad had vanished. Their door was closed. I didn't dare listen. I grabbed my things and bolted out the door.

I waited at the bus stop across from school. I had arrived five minutes early and blew a rude raspberry at the buildings across the street. If it had been a weekday, I would have been an hour late for school!

Tara was ten minutes late, but she was still in time for the next bus. She wore a sky blue tank top, thigh length white shorts, sandals, and her shoulder length hair was pinned up on top of her head. After a quick hug we mounted the public chariot, and I fed a five dollar bill into the fare machine. "For two."

The driver grunted, "That machine don't give change."

"It's okay. I don't pay taxes." I grinned. Tara laughed and so did the driver a little. I was feeling good!

"Billy, stand next to me." Tara went to the back of the bus. Few seats were available, no two adjacent. We stood in the back asile and faced each other. "It's a long trip." She gripped a dangling strap, and I grabbed a seat handle. Her other hand pulled me close. "You can lean against me."

Tara is about as tall as Mom. Mom just seems taller. Tara's breasts were slightly smaller, but you'd need a measuring tape to know the difference. Her hand made sure the side of my head rested on her cleavage. She wasn't wearing a bra, and I enjoyed the softness of only a thin top protecting her breasts from my nuzzles. That way she could whisper naughty things into my ear. "Today, you are going to be my dress-up boy- Now-now, before you get all pissy, I mean boy as in Boy George - grownups who still cling to youth either by favorable genetics of surgery."

It sounded more like she wanted to treat me like one of those purse dogs force to wear bonnets and stupid lace collars. But this was Tara's day. If things with Roberta Green went to hell, at least Tara would have one good day before she ran off and begged asylum in a Native American nation.

What kind of man would I be if I couldn't handle wearing a bonnet and lace collar for a couple hours. "I'm not paying more than a hundred dollars for what you want me to wear, but I'll spend the rest for whatever you want." I figured a hundred would probably buy three sets of clothes for me.

"Always keeps a hundred or two tucked away for emergencies, Billy." Tara said. "Tanya taught me that last week." She didn't sound happy about it. It turns out she'd been robbed by a john, but I didn't hear about it until years later. She asked very quietly, "How much are you carrying?"

Over the last few days, I had spent a bit of the seven hundred she had earned, but I was pretty sure I had at least five hundred. I told her.

"You didn't buy anything nice for yourself?" She was surprised. "We should get something that you'll enjoy. We both know the clothes I pick out today, for you, are really for me." She pouted.

I hugged her. "We can spend all our money on you. It's an investment, so I can charge more when I sell your ass."

She shuddered in my arms and whispered excitedly, "We should have taken a cab. I want you inside of me, right now!"

We did the next best thing and got off the bus. Neither of us knew this part of town. We were surrounded by condominium estates, all gated. Some had fancy landscaping. Tara dragged me behind a sculpted tree in the shape of a bear. It was big enough to hide both of us as we dragged down our pants and-

"I can see her!" I gasped and pointed.

Tara proudly pushed out the slight bump in her belly. "Billie isn't shy." Tara's baby bump was barely visible, a gentle curve out of place on her soft but trim torso. Jacqueline's bump had been more noticeable than Tara's because Jaqueline was a little more fit. "Billie wants her daddy to knock on her little door until Mommy shouts for joy." Tara reminded me. She leaned back to wall behind the bear tree, spread her legs, and pushed out her moist groin.

I pulled my randy peter out of my boxers and slotted it into her wet groove. I kissed her as I pushed inside. "You're so fun!" I babbled as my hips went from zero to sixty in three seconds, fucking her pussy, hard and fast. The tip of my thrusting cock struck her cervix only a few times. We were a nearly perfect fit that way. She would lurch from the impact but then grab me and growl, "I love how it stings!" She pulled my roving hands to her pert nipples which stuck through her blue top. "Do your worst." She dared. Then she pinched my nipples through my shirt to show me what she wanted.

"OW!" I yelped. I nearly orgasmed! Sex with Tara was always exciting and fresh. I mauled her titties with my fingernails and even gave little bites with my teeth. My hips were full of energy. Loving her wet puss felt wonderful!

"AAAhhhhh!!" I'm gonna cum, Billy. "Keep fucking hard like that! Ooohhh!" Her head shook from side to side as her orgasm hit!

Seconds into her throes of ecstasy, I managed to prevent spilling my seed into her pregnant womb, but I cried out from intense pleasure as orgasm swept over me. Wracked with delightful spasms our bodies separated at the groin, but our arms and lips merged. We kissed and hugged behind the leafy bear until the next bus was about to arrive.

The bus ride was long, nearly an hour and a half, but we stopped to play again for another half hour. It was easier to withhold my ejaculation from Tara's pussy, the second time. That location was zoned for small businesses and some residences. We had sexy fun behind a large recycling bin. By the time we reached the mall, Tara had less grabbing and pawing energy. We reached the mall just before noon.

Two giant cranes hung stalled over the complex. Parts of the original, enormous roof had been removed. Construction tape sealed off dozens of areas big and small. You could hardly which shops were open among the disarray. I told Tara I had to be home by five.

"Have no fear, Billy. Genius Shopper is here!" Tara sped me to the closest menswear store. They were having a 20%-70% off sale. Tara translated, "With luck, we'll get 30% off of the MSRP, on good clothes for you."

In five minutes, she had plucked a dozen shirts from the racks, and yes one of them was an orange Hawaiian shirt. It looked awesome with its pattern of old-timey posted letters. Too awesome unfortunately, wearing something that gaudy would terrify me, even at my pimpiest!

"This is my benchmark for too much pimp." She explained. By collecting one shirt at a time, she sorted them by boldness. Next it was up to me to try them on. That was a difficult proposition when Never Satisfied Tara kept ducking down and sucking on my penis. And that was just the SHIRTS!

"I'm sorry, Ma-am, but we allow only one person in our changing booths." A clerk appeared outside the booth. She was either a high school senior or just graduated. Her perky clothes and fake bubbling demeanor screamed, "I hate my job!"

"Listen," Tara read the girl's badge, "Sanae. You must not have a younger brother. Can't believe Mom got pregnant when I was in middle school! If I'm not prodding the boy to change, he'll sneak his GameBrat™ out of his pants and play while I'm waiting!" Tara did exasperation well - national theater level performance. "Do you want to watch him for me!"

"Well .... if he's your brother." The clerk finally allowed. "Fortunately the manager is at lunch."

I was amazed that Tara had eluded the two clerks for as long as we had. When I tried on the sixth shirt, Tara looked at the price tag and dragged me out of the changing booth, over to the service counter. "This is an outrage!"

The other clerk was a guy who looked less interested in helping people than Sanae. "What?" He must have heard similar 'outrage' before.

"I was here last week, but Little Bro was sucking Mom's tit or something equally useless. This shirt's original price was half what's marked here." She flicked the tag. "Now it's 60% off this higher price, BIG WHOOP! I can tell because the toner is still fresh from this morning's tag printing!"

Tara must have known toner or the clerk's utter disregard for his job. "Fine. I'll cut the sale price in half." He did know math.

Tara brightened instantly. "Thank you, kind sir."

The shirt cost me forty five dollars! It looked really cool, and I felt pretty cool wearing it. The sport shirt had colorful but slightly haunting images 'painted' in its print. A wolf chased an eggballer in all his protective gear. A gasoline truck teetered on the edge of a cliff. A sun's rays burned nordic runes into the arms of pine trees. It was amazing!

Tara hustled me out of the shop and threaded our way through construction until we reached another menswear store. "We may have to fuck in one of these gutted stores, when you're wearing the right pants with this." She warned.

The place was bizarre. It didn't have racks of clothes. Shirts and pants were pinned to walls of colored sheets on plastic frames. Some clothes were even 'hung' on the store's actual walls, like in an art gallery. Underwear and socks were relegated to the base of these 'walls in open cupboards. Tara took her time, appraising each pair of pants. I didn't dare look at the price tags. This store was the only place without sale posters plastered across its windows! Possibly for that reason, we were the only customers.

At the end of the first aisle an older woman greeted us. "Welcome. I am here at your pleasure." She nodded and stepped away. She kinda reminded me of Mrs. Cherkle, thin and elegant but not as tall. She wore a simple white blouse and an off-white skirt.

"Smart." Tara licked her lips. "Her plain outfit makes the merchandise really stand out. I wonder if she owns this shop?" After encountering the clerk/?owner, Tara took twice as long to examine the pants available. Bored, I searched on my watch for "New Gallery for Men", the store's name, but nothing, not one search result appeared. My mouth swallowed the dryness that had formed upon seeing the empty result page. I stared at it until Tara calmly declared. "This one."

"Yes, Ma-am. I'll ring it up." The women, still at the end of the aisle, responded. We met her at a small cashier counter with a mounted purchase tablet. "That'll be two hundred and sixty dollars."

"Shhh, Billy." Tara threw a hand in front of my face before I could explode. "It'll be all right." Tara studied the woman. The clerk's ease of presence never wavered. Tara nodded and took a breath. "He'll wear it now. Where's your changing area?"

"This way." The woman led us to the back area. There was a red door. In her shop, such a loud color should have been obvious, but I hadn't noticed it. She opened it and led us in. Then she closed the door. The room had a tall and wide mirror and a plush, leather upholstered bench nearly six feet long and three feet wide. The clerk's hands went to her blouse and began unbuttoning it.

"Billy." Tara cleared her throat. "This isn't a clothing store."

The woman's hands paused. "Perhaps I misread your intentions, Mistress."

"I'm suddenly unsure of my intentions, Ma-am." Tara licked her lips. "You're beautiful!"

"Thank you." The experienced 'clerk' even managed a polite blush for effect. Her hands hovered at her blouse, two buttons open from the top. Like Mrs. Cherkle, she had slight breasts, but as Tara had observed, the woman was delightful to look at.

Tara gave me a deferential gaze, but there was no way I was going to spend two hundred and sixty dollars for anything the woman was selling. "I'm sorry." Now, if the decision had been up to my boner, twenties would have flown out of my pocket at the the woman's feet!

"How much for the pants?" Tara held them up.

"Twenty dollars. That's twice what I pay for them."

"He'll wear them now."

I gave the lady a twenty. She smiled with utterly calming gratitude. "I don't know much about fashion, but you're going to look amazing in these pants and that shirt." She exited the room.

Tara jumped my bones, and I was happier for it. She kept saying, "I would pay two hundred and sixty to learn from her!"

"I think I would have cum a lot in her!" I admitted.

Tara unexpectedly grouched, "I thought you had run out of cum! Billy, have you been holding out? I've heard it's possible, but how would you know that trick? I love hot cum spilling inside me!"

"I'm sorry, but I don't want to run out." I pouted. I had run out of cum once in my life. Never again!

"Billy," Tara sighed. "It's your cum." She tried a grin. "You gave me all I need for now. I'll pretend a whore doesn't deserve her pimp's cum. That'll be pretty hot too."

"Okay." I said, but I felt like I hadn't made her as happy as I could have. This was suppose to be her day. "I'll be back in a little bit." I exited the room and walked up to the professional. "Here. I counted out twelve, twenty dollar bills. Please teach her as much as you can for that."

The lady blinked and took a step back. "That's the most wonderful thing I've ever known a man to do." She entered the room, and I waited an entire hour in the most boring place on Earth. The pants were a little big for me, but they did look pretty cool with the lively sports shirt. They were gray with thin black vertical stripes. They were made of bamboo and had a subtle sheen.

Tara, looking a bit rough around the edges but happier than I remembered, emerged from the back room. She picked out a pair of socks and boxers and a dark green, aligator embossed belt. They cost me another twenty, but Tara said they were a steal at that price. "High end whores never give discounts." Tara quoted Mrs. McDougal. "What did you do to her, Billy?"

"I dunno." I shrugged. "She didn't even tell me her name."

"It's 'Lady.'" Tara told me as we walked out. "At least that's her whore name."
 
"I'm hungry."

Tara refused to let me buy lunch. She bought burgers and fries and shakes at the mall's half open food court. "Gods, these nasty, greasy things are a fabulous escape from Boone's cooking!"

They were really tasty.

After wiping the grease from our hands and mouths and disposing our trash, Tara took me to the next shop. It was a discount clothing store, which surprised me. "I'll be just a few minutes."

I found myself looking at jackets while she became a blur in the woman's department. At one point she slapped my hand. "I have to order a boy's school jacket for you - my treat." She resumed her shopping superpowers. She bought a sexy red blouse, a corduroy black hip-skirt, a pale lavender leatherette short jacket, and a three pack of lime, lacy panties. The total cost was eighty eight dollars.

"Is that all you're gonna buy?" I was amazed. I still had over a hundred dollars in my pocket!

"Nope." She grabbed the plastic bag containing her new, whore clothes and led me out of the store. "There's one last thing."

Photo Leggings! It was a stall store in the middle of the mall's jumbled concourse. A sign promised. "Shoot and print on demand." Basically the 'store' was set up to photograph people or objects (or you could upload images to their computer), and they would print leggings using the images.

Tara gave me poses for the 'shoot.' She even had the clerk take a couple of us. She picked out two of the shots of me. In both I was looking with a curious expression at the ceiling. I had been curious about why she would want me to be looking at the ceiling for a photo!

She argued with the clerk about the arrangement of the photos, until being satisfied. While we waited for her new leggings to be printed, Tara bought me a salted pretzel with mustard. She got a diet lemon-lime soda.

We wandered the mall, eating. Then she collected her freshly printed leggings, shrink-wrapped, and a thumb-drive. "If I want another pair, I can send the file and pick them up or have them delivered. Also, it has the pictures of us together." The unused photos didn't cost anything. The leggings cost eighty dollars. I thought that was a bargain, after seeing all the computer gear and large printer in the stall.

Waiting for the bus, I asked Tara why she wasn't wearing her new clothes when I was.

"Sorry, but the pimp can't see his new whore until he takes her out again." She winked. The time was almost three o-clock.

After we embarked on the bus, Tara was strangely quiet.

"Did you have fun today?"

She hugged me to her breasts. "I'll never find another lover like you. It was marvelous."

At the next stop, an older girl boarded. She noticed Tara and I and quickly sat with her face to the windshield. The bus entered traffic and picked up speed. I recognized the girl, from her half blue, half orange hair. She wore granny glasses, a nose stud, earrings with ends that looked like the moon, a ragged denim jacket, and a brown t-shirt that said, "Asian Swastika, Asshole." It didn't actually show a swastika. Leggings with pictures of Catwoman consumed the girl's lower half.

I looked to see if Tara had noticed. She looked wistfully out the window. I asked, "What's wrong?"

"Not much, Billy. I've had too much fun. My brain used up this week's supply of happy juice." She glowered for a second, "Like your penis." Then she kissed my forehead. "I still can't believe how dumb I was to want to be a real whore."

"You are a real whore, Tara." I patted my back pocket with the remaining forty seven dollars of proof.

"And you're still the sweetest." She was holding back something.

"Tell me everything, Bitch." I whispered.

She giggled but got grave again. "Gladys said the strangest thing, Friday night."

I waited.

"She told me, no matter what happened to me, for better or for worse, I would always have a job at the diner. The boss can make my toes curl in fear sometimes."

"I'll never let anything bad happen to you." I hugged her and resisted crying. Tomorrow night was my date with Roberta Green. The voice in my head whispered. "You really should end that reporter shithead's life."

The strange, consignment shop girl disembarked halfway to Tara's and my destination. She took a quick peek at us before hopping out. We reached our point of departure in good time.

Tara and I kissed behind the bus stop across from my school. We were both exhausted, but our lips kept going and going. Finally, she broke away. I asked, "Will you be my girlfriend?" Jacqueline had decided to move far away. I wondered if we'd ever see her again.

Tears streamed out of Tara's eyes. She shook her head. "I love you, Billy, but I couldn't be your whore if I was truly your girlfriend. Being your whore is something I need. After Tanya and Gladys showed me real whoring, I want to be your pretend whore more than ever. I don't completely understand why, but it has to do with my day job - maybe to balance it somehow. However, I don't think I could do it with anyone but you, Billy. Please be my pimp, for as long as you can handle me." Tara's posture sank inward.

"Bitch, I'm gonna need cash soon." I sniffed. "You better have that ass ready to wag, when and were I tell you."

"Yes, Pimp Dude. This bitch whore's ass will be ready." Her frown straightened.

I fled the bus stop. Running shook off my tears, as if I was sweating.

"What the hells..." Mom reacted to my entrance and dash into the bathroom. There I changed into a t-shirt and shorts. I folded my new shirt and pants and put them in the same bag with my pimp socks and underwear.

"...were you wearing?" Mom completed upon my exit from the bathroom. I hid my bag behind the hamper in the front closet.

"Tara made me buy them."

Mom shook her befuddled head. "Let's get some food in you before I call your Nanny and Grandfather." She sautéed sliced green onions in chicken fat and stirred in steamed, wild rice. It was a simple meal but very satisfying. As I ate the delicious dish, she asked, "You know that you never lie to family, right Billy?"

"Uh-huh." I nodded, chewing.

"If you're going to talk at length to them, you should know that your Grandfather and your Nanny are greater than family. Always tell them, not just some truth, but the whole truth. Never leave a gap in what you say. They will find out whatever you skip."

I never wanted to speak to her parents, ever again. "You mean they're gonna find out everything?"

"Not necessarily. If there's something you don't want to talk about. Tell them that."

Not entirely reassured, my urge to ask them about Mom's childhood lessened slightly. "Uh, where's Dad?"

"He's outside, downstairs talking with Godwin Cherkle. Apparently, there's a crack in the ceiling above the shower." She shrugged.

At one minute before five PM, eight PM her parent's time, Mom dialed their number into the wall phone. "Hello, Father. I love you." Mom waited. "Hello, Mother. I love you." They talked for a little bit. Mother mentioned Dad's promotion. Then she had to listen for a long time. "Yes, Father." Was her response. Another pause kept Mom nodding. "My job is secure, Mother. Meals on Heels hasn't blossomed as quickly as was hoped, but the Colkicks have been careful with their funds. They just hired a new cook to expand our potential market. She's very talented."

Mom listened again. "Yes, Glen and I decided. Now is a good time, well good enough." Mom had to explain. "Our financial situation has a positive outlook, but Glen would be more comfortable if our savings were stronger." She listened. "Yes, Father, I will tell him." Then, "I'm not going to discuss details tonight." She listened unhappily but refused to discuss the matter further.

Apparently there was a price to pay for not telling her parents everything. My heart twisted from dread.

Mom talked about the house, next, extolling our renter Mrs. Guthrie. She had already told them, the day the final papers were signed, about purchasing the house. "Next week, we'll have another renter. She manages an up and coming restaurant nearby.

She listened then, "Thank you, Mother. That's very kind." She flinched. "My mistake. Yes, Mother." Apparently, Mom had been too quick to accept a compliment. Mom frowned. After another pause, she promised with a hushed voice. "I will do that, Father." Mom bit her lip. "Billy would like to talk."

Mom set down the phone and stepped away. Unexpectedly, she went into the bedroom. I picked up the phone. My hand trembled. "Hello?"

Nanna Felicity gushed, "Billy! It's so good to hear from you!"

Grandfather Earl cut in. "Where is your Mother right now, Bill?" He wouldn't call me Billy. The name on my birth certificate is Bill. I wouldn't dare to ask him to call me anything else.

"She's in the bedroom."

"Is the door shut?"

"Yes."

"Good. Keep your voice low, and tell your Nanna and I - how are she and Glen are getting along?" He wanted me to rat on them! Nanna added, "We can only imagine your father is at odds with Faun over adding a new child to the family."

Talk about finding yourself in a minefield. Even if I did what Mom had advised, and told them I wouldn't talk about it, they would be more suspicious. While I quailed at their demand, my mouth started talking. "I didn't get on the phone to talk about that, Grandfather and Nanna. A few days ago, Mom told me a little about Dad's childhood, but I don't know anything about hers."

"Perhaps our question was unfair, Bill." Grandfather relented. He had never relented!

"I'm sorry for putting you on the spot like that." Nanna confirmed. They had multiple landline phones at their house and could share a call.

"What was Mom like growing up?"

"A very willful child." Nanna almost snapped.

"She had difficult moments." Grandfather agreed, "But she was cheerful and kind."

Nanna said, "Yes, and she was very bright and talented."

"Unfortunately, she wasted too many hours in a week, chasing boys rather than excelling at school." Grandfather groused.

"The trouble your mother could get into," Nanna decried. "You'd think she wanted us to punish her!"

"Now, now, Fey, let's not mix fantasy with reality. Bill, your mother never did anything halfway. If she wanted a boyfriend, she found one that would devote himself to her."

"Most boys would." Nanna didn't sound happy about that. "She could wrap all of them around her little finger. Even your father would fall under her spell from time to time."

"We'll not discuss that, Mother." Grandfather forbid. "Faun often took liberties which her mother and I couldn't condone. Although we consider ourselves progressive and permissive parents, we adopted a strict approach to Faun's upbringing."

"Halfway through elementary school, a wild streak took her. We consulted with child psychologists, and they gave us a choice." Nanna explained.

"They told us to either be ready to pick up the pieces of destruction in her wake, or take the initiative to corral her chaotic tendencies as best we could."

"We absolutely refused to give her medications!"

"And we're glad we never did. Modern medicine has concluded that the drugs offered to tame children, during those years, were more for the parent's sake than the child's."

"Don't be absolute, Father. There are certainly cases where medical intervention is vital, but our Faun was not one of them."

"Her zest for life is a treasure." Grandfather affirmed.

"Hush, Earl, the boy will certainly tell her."

"Why should he? He refuses to help us help Faun with her marriage."

"Mom and Dad are great!" I couldn't stand them thinking otherwise. "Besides, that's their business." I was tempted to end the call.

"Bill." Grandfather spoke gravely. "We will talk more another time."

"Goodbye, Sweetie. Until then, Nanna Fey will have wonderful dreams about you." They hung up their phones.

I had always called her Nanna or Nanna Felicity. I thought only Grandfather could call her "Fey." Had Nanna's use been an invite?

"An invite to dive your pecker into the puss that bore the puss which bore you!" The voice gave a cackle similar to Mrs. McDougal's.

I went to check on Mom. I knocked. "They hung up." I told her.

"Could you come in for a minute?"

I opened the door and entered stunned. Mom stood in a corner of her bedroom, facing the corner. My penis lurched within my pants. All the sex in the world with Tara couldn't stop me from getting hard upon finding Mom in an obviously submissive position. "What are you doing?"

"I made a mistake, Billy. Mother lectured me, but I mistook it for praise. Father decided I needed a ten count timeout."

"Ten minutes?" I'd talked with her folks for more than half that.

Mother's cheeks burned red. "No, Billy" She explained. "I have to stand here until someone sends them a video of me receiving ten swats." I found out later, that the video evidence was a new thing. Her parents had previously trusted Dad to administer her release conditions."

"That's dumb, Mom!" I went to pull her by the hand. She shrunk away from me! "Billy, haven't you wondered why I let you take control of me?"

"Because you like it?" I was pretty sure.

"Well, I haven't hated most of what you've made me do, but something about submission comforts me. You know how frustrated I've been." She wanted her parents' control. She was a little bit like Ms. Nurhea - giving up control temporarily escaped her worries. In Mom's case she was trading real worries for what was often less kinds of trouble - like a spanking. Ms. Nurhea had to protect herself from people taking control of her. That's how they differed. Mom admitted, "This takes my mind off of many things."

"Nanna said that you had a wild streak and were willful." I could believe that, but I'd never seen Mom go against Dad's will. She certainly went against mine when she felt I needed it, and Dad loved her almost too much. He rarely stopped her from doing anything! He had forced a pause yesterday, when she obsessed at trying to overcome her trauma induced fear of men penetrating her. Dad wasn't a pushover.

"What did you talk about with your grandparents?"

"Your childhood." I explained, "You told me about Dad's."

"Billy," Mom found fresh concern for which hiding in a corner wouldn't forestall. "I was a very different person back then."

I grinned. "They said you chased a lot of boys."

Mom's blush reddened. "I didn't have enough sense to control myself."

"Mom," I had to ask the big question. "What did you do in elementary school that was so crazy?"

"They mentioned that?" Her eyes got big.

"Kinda." I hemmed and hawed.

She laughed. "We'll it's water long under the bridge, but it certainly woke up Father and Mother. I guess I don't mind telling you, but it's private, okay?"

"Yes, Mom."

"It happened in the third grade. I had heard a girl talk about, "playing doctor," with a boy. I asked a bunch of boys to play it with me, but they were all too afraid. I had no idea that asking a girl to play it would cause much more trouble!"

Why should that cause any trouble? I didn't understand. With Dad's permission, Mom had basically let me play doctor with her when I was starting to be curious about bodies and sex differences. And I had been in the fifth grade. "Did the girl tell?"

"No." Mom wasn't too red to blush harder. "The school principal found us in the library's study room after school. He forced our respective parents to move us to different schools. He couldn't expel us, or the school board might have fired him for allowing such an abomination to happen.

"Did Grandfather and Nanny start punishing you then?"

"They had always used corporeal punishment, but rarely before the incident. To be clear, your grandparents did not punish me for playing doctor with a girl. They did sit me down and asked a lot of embarrassing questions. If they caught me lying, they spanked me. That was it."

Mom was on a roll. "I reacted to the incident with utter rebellion. It wasn't fair, and I knew it deep in my heart. I could self-justify doing anything in that cause. When my parents rightly worried that I was out-of-control, they began an enduring legacy of discipline. I think it affected them as much as me."

"What about Auntie Nim?" Mom had a younger sister by three years.

Mom sighed. "Nymph was the family sweetheart. She knew I had been taken out of school, and that my parents began punishing me more often, but not the original reason, not for several years. I think how our parents treated me affected her, but only to deepen her existing convictions."

Auntie Nim was very religious. A few years ago, Mom mentioned that her sister started dating a man for the first time in her life. As far as I knew, they were still dating - just dating!

That was a lot to think about. Mom's current predicament seemed very silly however. "I'll get Dad."

"Let's not bother him, Billy." Mom's subtext was clear. "Get my phone. Then, under my side of the bed, you'll find the other thing that you'll need."

While she continued standing in the corner, I set up her phone between a couple library books on her dresser. I activated the camera to aim it at her. She pushed out her bum, so I could frame the shot. "You can't be in the video, Billy, and you can't say anything." By pinching and stretching, I got the zoom just right.

Under the bed I found the thick wooden paddle that Ms. Hennifer had forsworn. It was a crude weapon. My boner lurched in my pants. Mother wanted me to punish her with this.

For ten swats, there was a lot to do. What took the most time was helping her adjust her skirt. "I must appear modest, Billy. Only my bottom is allowed to be seen. The solution was to clamp a few clothespins to the far side of her skirt and panties. I heard myself panting. Somehow, she looked even naughtier with just her pale ass showing than if she was entirely naked.

Returning to her phone, I started the video capture, ten second timer and double checked the framing. Then I sneaked around outside of the frame and took my position behind Mom's jutting behind. SWAT!

Mom grunted. "That doesn't count because it's not hard enough."

"SMACK!" I swung a little faster.

Mom jolted from the impact and grunted again. "One, but the rest have to be harder, B-" She coughed.

CRACK!

"OWW!" She cried out at my doubled effort. "Two."

CRACK!

She took seven blows from the heavy paddle before she started to sniffle. Her ass was very red but wouldn't bruise, I gauged."Nnnngghh!"

The eighth, CRACK! made her yell, "AAAA!! That really hurts! -- Eight." I hoped it was for show. The little tears in her eyes were likely genuine. The steel rod in my pants was beyond reality.

CRACK!

"AAA!!" Mom swallowed. "Nine!"

CRACK!

Mom danced and cried out. "TEN!!!" Her skirt and panties fell down her legs.

"Gods, she looks wet in there!" The voice goaded me. "Just slip it in and get some relief! You've earned it."

Fortunately, I had to run and turn off the camera. Otherwise, I might have fallen for my voice's seductive suggestion.

Mom bent to pull up her fallen clothes.

"No, Mom." Despite my temporary distraction I was seduced. "Come here." I unbuckled my pants and pushed them and my boxers down to the carpet. My randy prick sprang out, aimed at her.

"What are you going to do?" She stepped out of her clothes and shuffled close. Her hand lifted towards me.

"Are you wet?" I had only seen her from behind, and I thought I'd seen a little drip of juice on her thigh.

Mom's breathing accelerated. She nodded. I sat down at the end of their bed. "Stand across me on your knees, Mom."

"Billy, are you going to-?"

"No, Mom, but I need to feel it." I took her hand and wrapped its fingers around my upright peter. Behind her blouse, two wonderful breasts pushed against my chest as she moved forward. She wasn't wearing a bra. Mom climbed onto the bed with her knees, and she straddled my erect sex. Her mouth hung before my forehead. I could smell her hot breath. "Put me inside." I pleaded.

Mom's hand positioned my flaring head against her vulva. She shifted her hips to aim my peter at its inner opening. The head slipped through her outer lips like a needle in a lubricated record groove.

The front door opened. "Hello? Faun?" Dad called. "You won't believe how long Godwin can talk about eggball and the Custers!"

Thank the heavens that I had closed the bedroom door! I tried to move, but Mom resisted. She held me firm and said loudly. "Stay out there for a bit, Glen!" Then she lowered her paddled ass, and her groomed pussy sank around my stiff manhood. Her breath warmed my face. She kissed my lips while my attention was entirely drawn to the incredible sensation of penetrating Mom's vagina for the first time.

We didn't dare say anything. Mom hugged me tight, as moisture weeped out of her filled recess and soaked my invading member. My penis lurched inside of her. The chance that I would cum increased quickly. Her warm, seeping hole was the canal that had given me birth. My hips jerked.

"Just fuck her!" The voice screamed.

I twisted, a move I had learned from Mrs. Lum! Utilizing every one of my waist muscles, I spilled Mom to one side upon the bed. I bolted up and pulled out of her with a slurp that reverberated through my body. My legs were shaking from adrenalin. I stumbled over to Mom's clothes and tossed them at her. Then I went to mine and pulled them up my legs.

"Oooooh!!" Mom groaned. She had landed on her sore bum! She lay there for several seconds before putting on her panties and skirt.

After zipping and buckling, I opened the door and greeted Dad. "Mom will explain." I crabbed into the main room, keeping my eyes and terrified smile on him.

Before entering he shook his head, more confused than curious. Mom bade him to close the door.

I spent the rest of the evening watching videos and taking notes. At one point Dad howled a laugh, "Really?" Soon after that, Mom cried out. "My husband!" It was a joyous sound!
 
I went to bed early, Sunday night, to wake up early and talk with Dad. He was getting ready to leave. "Morning." I yawned in my bundle of bedclothes.

"Hey, Sport." Dad set down he briefcase and walked over to the couch.

I scooted, sitting upright to make room for him. "Are you going to be late?"

He looked at his watch. "I usually get to the bus stop early. Alone time and mindfulness helps me start the day."

The voice in my head grumbled. "I hate that ghastly numbing." Mom and Dad practiced with me when we lived in our old home. We had had more time back then to share quiet moments instead of watching a video.

"You were very adult yesterday, to help Mother." Dad surprised me. "Your Nanna and Grandfather are good people, but all families have their peccadilloes. Disciplining her for them must have felt pretty weird." He wanted me to share my reaction.

"Yeah. I don't get why Mom puts up with it. She said it lets her escape her troubles, but watching a video can do that."

Dad appreciated my evaluation. "What Mother didn't say was, the act connects her intimately with her parents. Their connection is tighter than the average family because loving discipline is a powerful way to connect with a person. The amount of trust required builds strong bonds.

I frowned. "I dunno, Dad. They wanted me to tattle about problems between you and Mom." That's not very trusting.

He chuckled and tapped my shoulder with a gentle fist. "I'm okay if Earl keeps trying to protect Mother from me." He winked. "You can speak your mind to him and your Nanna. It'll motivate me to do my best for the family."

The voice in my head shot out, "It sounded like you did your best for Mom, last night." My eyes bulged having said something that rude.

Dad rubbed his chin. "Really?"

"I'm sorry, Dad. I didn't mean to..." I hadn't meant anything - it was all the voice's fault! But I couldn't say that.

"Billy, you know I keep such things between your mother and I very private."

Guilt creeped out of my gut.

He tousled my hair, "Perhaps that's not always a good thing. Helping Mother yesterday was a sign of your maturity. Her and my intimacies could be useful examples, as you explore your sexuality. I'm proud of and more than content with my sexual relationship with her.

"But!" Dad actually shook a finger. "First, whatever I say about us is for your ears only."

"I'd never tell anyone." I tried to look trustworthy.

"Great." He beamed. "Second, I'm as fallible as anyone. I make mistakes with her, and I have my limitations regarding satisfying her. I won't gloss over those issues. Please allow yourself to make mistakes, Billy. Only-"

I interrupted, "I have to make up for my mistakes."

"Yes, and you must learn from them." Dad lectured. He hadn't told me anything I didn't know. "What would you like to know about last night between Mother and I?"

I piped up before the voice could be rude again. "Did Mom let you impregnate her?"

Dad grunted. "I think you already know, she wants that very much."

"But she's still hurting from Mr. Tidden."

"Yes, and no. Mom managed to accept me, um, inside her, but only for a little bit. Your mother is on the mend. There's no doubt after last night."

I lurched forward and hugged him. "Thank you, Daddy!" I didn't cry, but I was really happy!

"Anything else, Sport?" He looked at his watch.

Suddenly, I felt sorry for him. Dad wasn't just a penis! My question had been too selfish. "How do you feel about getting her pregnant?"

Dad's face blanked. "That - is - difficult to explain, Billy." He looked a little nervous even.

"Sorry. I don't need to know." I pulled away from him and sank into my bedclothes.

He snorted a sigh. "You might. Your mother is going to ovulate this week. Her period just ended." Dad took my hand and sighed harder. "I struggle with performance - by that I mean, I have difficulty ejaculating when your mother wants to get pregnant. We tried for a year before conceiving you. I only succeeded at giving sperm to her a couple times during that year." He needed to add, "Normally, I perform above average. My semen has good sperm volume and motility." He winked. "You are the best evidence of its potency and DNA quality."

"Don't you want to get her pregnant?" I couldn't believe it!

"It's not that simple." Dad stated. "But I only have time to give a simple answer. Do you want the simple answer now or the bizarre details when there's time?"

"I want the details." I blurted then grumbled, "But I can't wait."

He stood from the couch. "Okay, we'll discuss it when we have time alone again. For now, I'll just say, Yes. A part of me wants to get Mother pregnant, however a more powerful part of me doesn't."

I gaped. Was there something like my voice, inside of him, that he had to fight?

Unexpectedly, Dad produced his wallet from his pocket. He reached into it and pulled out a ten dollar bill. "By the way, as part of my promotion, I'm doubling your allowance." He set it on the coffee table. "Remember when five dollars sounded like a treasure?" Dad didn't wait for an answer. He went to the entry closet, picked up his briefcase, and got his jacket. He walked out to catch his bus for work.

I curled once more upon the couch, not sleepy, bewildered.

Less than a minute ticked by when the bedroom door opened. "I'm sorry, Billy. I tried not to overhear." Mom emerged in her blue flannel nightgown. "Honestly, I didn't hear much." She had heard enough to bring her into the room and to sit on the cushion still warm from Dad's admission.

"It's okay, Mom." Though I wasn't sure that it was.

Mom tensed. She stared at the ten dollar bill. "I think I know the reason you haven't made babies with me."

I said it for her, "Dad should be the father of our family."

"He should, Billy, and it would fulfill my errant desires." Mom spoke truth. "I didn't understand before, when I started looking for other men to expend my sexual energies with. I've been denying what I wanted for years. The mind will have its way, and it fooled me." Mom studied me, met my confused eyes. "I warned Glen about what I'm going to tell you now. I want him the be the father, but I'm going to do whatever it takes to get pregnant this week."

She didn't have to say what she would do if he couldn't inseminate her. My penis lurched to life, but my love for Dad prevented the voice in my head from interfering. "Mom, why does Dad has trouble- um, 'fathering?'"

Mom answered plainly. "I have a guess, Billy. I may be wrong, but your father can't explain it better in my opinion."

"Why?"

"I told you about his childhood, how his mother's flagrant sexuality oppressed him." Mom didn't wait for my nod. "That part of him, which believes that a mother should have sex with many partners, limits his normal urge to be a father."

"That's terrible!" I was angry and sad.

Mom hugged herself with conviction. She sat like a determined statue staring across the room.

"I'll make you stay home." I rasped. "I'll tie you up. I don't care if Dad finds out! You're gonna be his baby maker." I demanded.

Mom whispered back, "I wish you could, but it's not possible if I can't control myself." She turned to me. "There is hope, Billy. Your father almost came in me, last night. Tonight I'm going to do everything in my power to catch his seed in my womb..." She hedged, "...without intimating the poor dear again."

"I'm going out tonight, Mom." My meeting with the reporter turned out to be a blessing for them. I actually felt hopeful - for them. "How long should I stay out?"

Mom snickered, "Until your father comes 'in.' Hopefully more than once."

Instead of laughing, I hugged her. "You'll make it happen Mom. You're full of power. And I'm not putting you on a pedestal! You've got great Bitch power!"

"Careful where you kiss me. You might unlock that power right here and now."

I released her and backed away. "Sorry." That possibility, which could happen whenever I was with Mom, worried me. I needed to protect Dad from my own desires. My brain gears engaged to crank out a solution.

"Be sure to come home after school. We have an appointment with Yvonne Nurhea. Don't be late this time."

"I won't. Ms. Nurhea's going to help you overcome your fear, and she's gonna help me overcome my bad voice."

"Your what?"

"I mean, my anger and mean desires."

We started our day by taking separate showers. As soon as Mom closed the bathroom door, I scurried into the bedroom and began searching Dad's chest of drawers. I found condoms right away. I grabbed three of the foil packets and dashed out to the front room. I hid them under the couch.

By the time Mom had finished showering, I was ready to jump in. Mom stopped me by putting her hand on my erection. Surprised, I let her. "Mom?"

"I'll let go if you want." She seemed confused, but her hand held me gently. "I don't know why we started doing this, but it feels truly innocent."

I liked it too, enjoying her hold on my stiff penis until she had satisfied the strange need. I think I needed it too. She let go. I took my shower while she dressed and started breakfast.

After turning off the water, I remembered there was a crack in the ceiling. I stood on the edge of the tub to examine it. I thought I could see light flickering through the crack. I turned off the bathroom lights and remounted the tub. There was movement, up above. I saw naked legs and more. A woman lived above us, with tan legs and black hair on her sex. I gulped, felt guilty, and dismounted.

When I reached school, last week's graffiti on my locker had been painted over with a metallic gray that matched the rest of the lockers. I stowed my gear and walked to James' locker. He arrived about ten minutes before class and found me waiting. "Yo!" He didn't say more. His eyes were shining while he put his pack in his locker and pulled out books for his first class.

"What happened James, at the house?"

"Dang, Billy, I probably shouldn't say." He looked around for idle ears. He wanted to tell me. "Um, thanks for letting us use the room, but we won't need it anymore."

"So you're gonna do it again?"

James leaned close. "We already did!"

"Wow." I was really happy for him and Wenda. "When?" I had to ask.

"She texted me at the crack of dawn, and I rushed over to the restaurant!"

"Today!" I marveled. "What about Mr. Yong?"

James sighed, but his enthusiasm didn't wane. "They dated on Saturday and Sunday."

"Are you gonna be okay with that?"

"Man," He scratched his head. "I always heard that love and sex were different, but it's like taking a crash course!" He nodded. "Yeah, I'm cool. She ask me the same thing after telling me how much they're in love."

"Aww, two boys in love!" Wendel's big arms wrapped us into a huddle. He had materialized out of the students milling through the halls. "Don't be shy about it. It's a new era."

"Tell it to Mr. Glouvert." I mumbled.

He let go. "You don't know anything, Billy. Don't go blabbing your deranged fantasies. I'll kick your fucking ass."

"Huh?" James backed away.

"I'm just shitting him." I told James. To Wendel, I confided. "I don't know anything."

"Spoken like an honest junior." He walked off, a little steam piping out of his ears.

"Good luck, James. If something goes sour, I'll try to help, but I'm not sure what I can do."

"The only thing sour is, I need a shower." He headed for the P.E. room.

I followed, hoping to find Mrs. Lum. She wasn't in her office, and then the harp sounded.

My work in history earned an "A" that day. I had studied a lot while Mom worked on her fears with Dad. During the break between first and second period, I went to my locker to get my science books. A couple kids harangued me about Mrs. Tidden's lottery ticket, but I managed to ignore them.

There was a text on my watch. It was from Ms. Hennifer. "Shoona and I need to see you during lunch. We'll be at the warehouse where her podcast is recorded. This is not a request."

Gulp! I suddenly had new plans for lunch. I had wanted to talk with Trish and Steve and maybe figure out a way to include James and Kelly in something fun like Saturday's picnic. That would have to wait until tomorrow. "Okay." I texted back.

I sat through science without a thought for it. Even the subtle grins Mr. Yong occasionally flashed at me couldn't stir my normal enthusiasm for his fun class. I could only imagine Ms. Hennifer was out for blood. I think Mr. Yong graded my workbook page a "C" out of pity.

Another text sent another arrow through my throat, from Ms. Laghari. "Gloria said she invited you. She's so severe. You know I'm not like that, but in this case, I wish I were. Be there."

"Ok." I was so nervous, I would have misspelled typing the full word 'Oksy.'

Worse, during Math, I kept catching Ms. Hennifer staring at me as if I was an English raider pillaging the moors of Scotland. She'd shake herself out of it when anyone looked at her. During her walk arounds, she didn't stop at my desk, nor did I raise my hand. I wrote random numbers into the worksheet's answer slots. Days later, she gave it an "A."

Someone's phone alarm blared, ten minutes before math ended. It was Ms. Hennifer's. "Billy, you can leave now ... for your appointment." She spoke as if I had to get my hearing checked in the school's infirmary.

I got my things and walked to the door. Upon exiting, I raced to my locker and then ran out of the building. I didn't slow until I was halfway to the abandoned warehouse.

When I reached the deserted place, Ms. Hennifer's car pulled up. In the passenger seat sat Mrs. Lum. What the hell was going on? Three women emerged from the car as I trembled in shock.

"Billy, what you've done this time is beyond all reason or imagination." Mrs. Lum shook with conviction.

"I'm sorry!" I wailed. "What did I do?"

"Caroline is pregnant, Billy, by you." Ms. Hennifer almost stammered.

"That's not possible!" I blurted. "Mrs. Lum is too old. She went to menopause!" I cried louder.

"Through menopause." Ms. Laghari corrected. The English teacher opened the door to the makeshift studio.

"Only she didn't." Mr. Hennifer stared without blinking.

"I went to three doctors in the last four days, Billy." Mrs. Lum walked into the studio. Ms. Hennifer shepherded me behind the P.E. teacher. "The last one was a shrink." Mrs. Lum sat in the closest chair and regarded me. "Have you ever heard of false menopause?"

"No." I squeaked.

Ms. Laghari and Hennifer sat around me. I felt like it would be a crime if I sat.

"Good, because I was going to give you an earful regardless!" Mrs. Lum slapped her knee!

The story she told was unbelievable. After her husband died, Mrs. Lum grieved for a couple years. During that time, she had the symptoms of menopause. Most telling, her periods stopped, almost. Almost. That was the clue. Occasionally she would have spotty blood, but that can happen for a little while after menopause. It wasn't worth wearing a pad or tampon. That's how light it was. Grief, so intense and prolonged, had disrupted her aging reproductive system.

"But that doesn't matter." Mrs. Lum clenched her fist. "The only thing that matters is ovulation!" She had produced an egg and my sperm had found it. Once their union was secure upon the wall of Mrs. Lum's uterus, she was officially pregnant. She growled, "Here I am, the school's head sex educator, and I couldn't recognize my own pregnancy until it was obvious!"

"Drama doesn't suit you, Caroline." Ms. Laghari smirked.

"It's my fucking drama! I'll do what I want with it!"

"It is serious." Ms. Hennifer intoned. "That's why we're here."

"Right." Mrs. Lum calmed. "This isn't about me. I had my four days of hell." She nodded at me. "This is about you, Billy."

"Me?"

"We all agreed." Ms. Laghari explained. "If you ever got one of us pregnant, we'd band together to tell you and help you cope.

"No one thought it possible." Mrs. Lum shook her head. "I was supposed to be barren. Shoona practices a cultural type of body birth control, and hell, you're not getting your sperm anywhere near Gloria's vulva."

Ms. Hennifer abruptly cleared her throat and coughed.

Ms. Laghari was quick on the pick up. "Gloria?"

"I'm NOT pregnant!" The math teacher shouted. "I'm not going to say anything more about it. I've got a fucking case of test kits. There's no way I'm going to let anyone get me pregnant!"

"You do know that test kits are useless in preventing conception." Mrs. Lum glowered.

"Of course I know!"

"Friends," Ms. Laghari pleaded. "Let's stick with the program."

Suddenly six eyeballs stared at me, and they asked in unison. "What are your feelings?"

Mrs. Lum worried, "You're going to be a father, not only for the first time but at an age when many boys aren't yet producing sperm."

I was fine with it.

Actually, I wasn't so stupid. I had to be NOT fine with it. I mumbled and sputtered, "A-are you going to k-keep it?" I stepped on my sentence. "Being, um, older-"

"I don't know, Billy." Mrs. Lum cut me off as a kindness to both of us. She told the same story that Mrs. Cherkle had told. She was going to monitor the fetus for every possible trouble, right up to the end of her second trimester and decide at the last moment. "I'm in my early fifties, full of health, and I have every reason to believe I can raise a child as well or better than most folk."

"Ooo!" Ms. Laghari raised her hand with a silly smile. "I want to be the godmother! I'll babysit!"

"Save it for your own brat." Ms. Hennifer scoffed. "I'm with Caroline about the effectiveness of your mind over body, birth control technique."

"I've been practicing it for years, successfully." Ms. Lahari defended herself. "It's not much different than natural birth control. I don't have unprotected sex during my fertile days."

"To be fair, Gloria," Mrs. Lum interjected, "If anyone has perfect awareness of their reproductive cycle, Shoona would." She returned to me. "Stop standing, Billy. You're not on trial. Say what's on your mind."

I sat instantly and cringed. "What do you want me to say, Mrs. Lum? The baby is in you. Whatever you decide is right, uh, I'll support you." I babbled until I remembered what Mom said. "I'm too young to be a dad, I mean, have the responsibility."

Mrs. Lum sighed, "There's plenty of precedence otherwise, Billy, but I agree. First of all, I'm a criminal for having your baby. I know you won't tell. I'll come up with a plausible story. You must not associate yourself with our child until you're eighteen. That doesn't mean you can't come to any of us, privately, and discuss your feelings."

"Uh, thanks?" I was still okay with it. They had no clue that Mrs. Lum's would be my ninth child.

"This is a big step in your life, Billy." Ms. Laghari perked up.

Ms. Hennifer shuddered, "Well I'm in shock. I can't fathom why you're not." Yet her eyes smoldered.

"Your fear of getting pregnant, Gloria, needs to take a back seat. If it's reacting to my pregnancy, you should talk with a professional."

Ms. Hennifer glared at her older co-worker.

"Who's hungry?" Ms. Laghari made no pretense about changing the subject. They had brought food! Take out sushi, a selection of curries, fruit, cheeses, fresh baked bread, etc. There was enough to feed a classroom! I think I ate half of it, never mentioning the wonderful lunch Mom had made. It later rotted in my backpack.

Belly full, I helped them pack the car. I couldn't ride with them. Nobody must see me with them. Before she departed, Ms. Hennifer spoke out of earshot of the others. "Please see me after school. It won't take long." Her voice worried me. The words were polite but their intent was riddled with frayed nerves. Her eyes had the same intensity they'd had during math. I could only think that she was going to spank me. I wasn't completely against the idea. My peter picked up a peck of proudness.

As Ms. Larghari was getting into Ms. Hennifer's car, the English teacher told me, "Don't worry about being late for my class." They drove away, and I hustled back to school. My belly was full of amazing food, and my heart was bursting with pride! A memory of Mom humbled me. "The meekest creature on this planet can reproduce."

I was ten minutes late for English. Ms. Laghari's eyes kept fluttering at me. She patted my back a little more than usual that day.

During P.E. Mrs. Lum treated me no differently than any other student, except for the occasional, extra eye. She seemed particularly keen to show off her fitness. She kicked all of our asses, at endurance training. During shower time, I think I heard her throw up in the woman's bathroom. I probably shouldn't have been listening at the door.

"This is an amazing work, Billy!" Darrin, of the incomprehensible boobs, congratulated me on my drawing that day. I had been sketching for practice over the weekend, but I still wasn't very good. He had asked the class to draw something that felt spiritual. "Your three headed goddess is bursting with life!" He gave me a "B-."

My last class ended. After rolling my eyes at a few idiots who called me,"Whole Lotto Fool." I reached my math room. Inside, a couple students were talking with Ms. Hennifer, showing her their papers. While she helped them, I stared at my watch. I had forty minutes to get home for Ms. Nurhea. It was a fifteen minute walk, a ten minute run, and thirty minutes if my ass was sore through and through.

"Okay, Billy, you can lock the door." The math teacher instructed once the other kids had left. I shut it, locked it, and stood ready to take my punishment.

Ms. Hennifer's confident smile fell apart. She grimaced and staggered over to me. "I can't handle it, Billy." She confessed. "My sex life is in ruin! My boyfriend-" She didn't finish. "During lunch, I nearly lost my grip on myself. Gods, I'm such a weak, ridiculous bitch!"

I immediately hugged her. "What's the matter? If you need to spank me-"

"I'm past that, Billy. I'm being haunted by fantasies about you. I'm going to see a therapist. I have an appointment, but I won't last until then. I'll have to take a leave of absence to avoid screwing up during school. I can't risk exploding at any of my students. Please, Billy, help me." She swallowed, clutching me. "I thought I was stronger than this!" She wailed. "I don't want to get pregnant."

It took me more than a minute to figure out what she was babbling about. She stood like a drooping, trembling leaf of lettuce.

"You need my cum, Ms. Hennifer." Once again, I couldn't tell who spoke through my lips, me or the voice. "You need me to fill your panties."

Her head was behind me. I felt it nod. She blubbered. "Just this once. I'll get help on Friday. I can last until then, if you-"

"Pull down your pants, Ms. Hennifer." I was rock hard. I loved filling her panties with sperm! I also didn't have a lot of time. "Next put your hands on the whiteboard, and lean into it."

She fumbled with her fashionless, functional belt and zipper, and she despaired, "I should feel revulsion now that Caroline's pregnant. You must be incredibly fertile." When her pants fell around her ankles, I helped her to step out of them. She looked confused at the white board. "Don't you want me to masturbate you?"

"You're more afraid of getting pregnant now." My lips spoke. "That's why you want this more. That's why you have to put your hands on the board and stick out your bottom."

She obeyed hesitantly. "I hate this, but I can't help myself." She stepped wide when I patted the inside of her naked thighs. Her plain, large panties waited with a fresh wet spot in the center of its crotch panel.

I opened my pants and let my eager prick spring out. Stepping behind her, I pulled her crotch panel aside and slipped myself into them. My hips were just lower than her round behind. I hunched under her backside. My dick, reaching past her bum, stuck two inches along her weeping vulva. Those hairy lips kissed the tip of my cock with their hot slickness.

"That's too close, Billy. It might slip in!"

"Shh, Ms. Hennifer!" I started slow, rocking my hips to grind my penis along the hairy groove that excited the few inches reaching it from behind. That was more than enough for me. I was fucking it and her panties at the same time. I groaned from the mix of rough and smooth sensations.

She yipped, "Ngh! It's like your masturbating me." Her hips twitched as my peter rubbed between her moist sex and her plain white panties.

Ms. Hennifer hadn't lied. She hated the thought of getting pregnant, but she fetishized her fear of it, compelling her to take the risk. "Don't go too fast, Billy. It might poke in." She warned, but one of her feet stepped wider, and she pushed her bottom farther out, allowing me to slip another half inch of hard dick into her panties and along her seeping, supple groove.

"I'm going to fuck your panties a little faster. I want to feel that." I taunted.

"No, Billy. Don't. That angle is already plucking at my outer lips!" She pleaded.

She was right. My dick's hole would catch where her labia majora met and peel it apart slightly before slipping off of the sensitive tissue. It felt wonderful! I humped my penis a little faster and my groin lit up with excitement. "It's better like this!" I marveled.

"Noo, lad. It's gonna slip, and ye'll cum in me." The math teacher whined. She tried to adjust her angle to compensate and prevent my thrusting member from entering.

I slapped her naked butt! "You have to trust me, Ms. Hennifer."

"But you got Caroline pregnant, and that wasn't suppose to be possible!"

"That's not my fault. She wanted me to rape her." I humped still faster through the back of her comfortable, thick panties' leg band. My prick danced along the lower half of her pubis, spreading the pouting lips there, just a little, with each rub.

Unexpectedly, her crotch panel opened wider as the aroused woman pushed a hand into it and began to masturbate. "I get so horny from what you do." Sturdy fingers strummed her turgid clitoris. "Ooohh! And from what you say!" She gasp. Her hips flinched, and my penis slipped between her pussy lips for just one stroke. "Noooo!" She wailed, but her hand kept stroking her clit.

I reached up under her shirt and unhooked her back bra strap. My body humped a little faster. "I want to feel them, Ms. Hennifer." She had wonderful, full breasts, slightly larger than Mom's and firmer.

"You have to slow down, Billy. You can feel my breasts if you slow down." She tried to bargain. Her hips jerked again, and my pee pee dove through her labia. "Get it out!" She squealed!

"You did that." I accused. "It's not my fault." I angled steeper against her groove, now slipping through the slick lips instead of over them.

"I'm sorry! You're making it worse though." She complained and tried to pull away, but I reached under her loose bra and clung to her boobs, pulling her back to me. I pumped hard cock through her labia.

"Pull out, please!" She wagged her ass, trying to disloge me, but I was like fly glued to her web. "You can't cum there. It's too close!"

I could feel cum building in the bulb at the base of my pecker. There was no doubt that I would shoot every drop into her panties, likely closer to her vaginal opening. "But it feels so much better this way."

"Nooo!" Her body lurched, and for a fraction of a second my penis struck her inner opening to her womb. It skipped out, and then my dick lunged out of her vulva all together.

That little cunt slap, against the most sensitive part of my penis, pulled the trigger of my orgasm. "Aaaaaahhh!!" I gasp! My dick heaved and spit. Globs of thick spunk erupted into Ms. Hennifer's panties, soaking her sex as her fingers mashed her little trigger madly. I bucked fervently into the gap between cloth and hairy flesh. My cum poured out, mingling with her own juices and soaking the area where her hand rubbed, making it slicker for her pleasure."

"OOOHHH!!! I'M CUMMING BILLIEEE!!!" Ms. Hennifer's body bucked. If I hadn't been holding on to her tits, she would have thrown me off.

Upon rebounding, my crotch slapping her bottom, my hard spitting penis struck her vulva squarely and pierced its slick folds. At least one hot glob shot along the inside of those lips without entering her vagina. I'm not sure she noticed as she shuddered, and her mouth wailed with anguish and delight! My prick slipped out again and poured still more boiling semen into her thick, white panties.

Feeling guilty once again, however delirious with joy, I relaxed my rough grip on her boobs. I patted them in a lame attempt to apologize.

"Oh, Billy, you shot so much cum into them!" Her hand continued to beat at her still hard, cum drenched clitoris, driving second and third waves of pleasure through her senses. She rocked for a while as my peter softened along her well spermed groove. I hugged her, abandoning her big breasts in favor of wrapping my arms fully around her threatened womb region.

When I pulled out of her panties, I was careful to wipe the length with her legband, to keep every drop of cum within the garment's sturdy confines. "Thank you, Ms. Hennifer. I really liked that." I stepped back and hoisted my boxers and pants.

Her voice warbled. "I'm so ashamed, Billy. I want to stop this from happening ever again, but I can't even stop myself right now." She complained to the white board. Her hand continued to work my cum against and around her excited nub of nerve endings. She came at least twice while I zipped up and buckled my belt.

I grabbed my backpack and gave her another hug. "I don't want you to get pregnant." I felt her body shudder from yet another aftershock orgasm. "We couldn't enjoy doing this, if you were."

"I'm cumming again! Ooohhh..." A strong wave rippled through her. "...cuz you say things like that." She looked away. "Go, please, or I'll beg you to do it again."

I would have loved to shoot another load into Ms. Hennifer's panties, but I had to race home.
 
I managed to reach my Lady of the Lake apartment before Ms. Nurhea. Actually, when I darted inside, an abrupt rustling of clothes greeted me from the main room. I found Jude standing by the couch, next to Mom. He was wiping his face with his shirt sleeve while she buttoned the top of her blouse. "Hi, Billy." Jude greeted with some fear. "My dad said he'd be a little late."

"Hi, Jude." I didn't feel angry at him which surprised me. I guess I believed what Mom had said. Jude wasn't sexually motivated to play with her. He just missed his mother. I could only guess at his sorrow, and he kept Mom home, away from men who might tempt her to get pregnant by them. I should have felt grateful and generous, but I didn't feel those either. I tolerated his use of Mom. "Hi, Mom."

"Billy, welcome home. Would you like something to drink?"

"I'll get it." I dropped my backpack and went to the kitchen."

Jude told her. "I'm going home and wait for Daddy."

Mom was responsible for the boy, but his need had been sated enough to trust him. "Come back if you need anything."

"I'm gonna play a learning game on my tablet."

"What game?" I piped up.

"Stealth Words." It was a game where you crawled through a forest to catch words that were animated like animals. If you caught them in the right order, you made sentences, and you could fill your zoo with all sorts of silly, grammatically correct sayings.

He went home, and I wandered up to Mom, sipping a glass of water. There was something odd about her breasts. They looked funny under her shirt.

She caught me staring. "It's nothing to worry about, Billy." Pink tinges came to her cheeks.

"Show me, Mom."

"I usually have time to change before you get home."

"You have to show me, Mom." I set my glass on the coffee table and tapped her leg with my socked toes.

She sighed, blushing a little redder. Her hands undid the work they had done upon my arrival. She opened her blouse and revealed what made her boobs look misshapen. Each of her bra cups had been cut so that the fronts could be pried away for easy access to her nipples. "Jude's mom always wore a nursing bra. I think she let him breastfeed whenever he wanted."

My penis twitched, remembering how I loved to suckle on Mom's boobs when we pretended I was just a baby. We hadn't done that in a long time, but I wasn't in a baby mood. I did feel a little guilty for teasing Ms. Hennifer about my my sperm in her underwear. "Yeah, you should probably change." I bent down and hugged her.

The doorbell rang. Mom went to the bedroom, and I answered the door.

"Hello, Billy!" Ms. Nurhea greeted brightly.

"Hi!" I let her in and showed her to the couch. "Would you like a drink."

She saw my glass, "Water would be lovely. Thanks."

When I returned with her glass, Mom entered the room. "Welcome, Yvonne. We are so lucky to have your help." Our therapy session began.

Mom started. She explained that her exercises with Dad were working. "I'm much calmer around him."

Ms. Nurhea smiled. "That's wonderful! It's exactly the trajectory I was hoping for. You are strong and resilient, Faun. You're making a quick recovery." She grinned. "One good thing about public healthcare is, I'm not going to draw out the effort to help you, like pay-by-the-hour shrinks do. I'll alway be available for you, but I think you're already realizing that you have the power to heal yourself."

Mom sniffed happily. "It's true. After that horrible mistake, pushing poor Glen too hard, I felt like I'd never get over this wretched fear. But the last two days have been so uplifting." She pretended to scowl. "Why are you even here?"

Ms. Nurhea laughed! "I probably need your help more than you need mine!" She kidded, yet there was truth in her words. We were part of a small minority of people whom she trusted with her dangerous secret.

I smiled. In my head, I heard, "She only needs more of your sperm."

Ms. Nurhea looked side to side, Mom on one end of the couch, me at the other. "Let's talk about side effects." She leaned back. "Have either of you experienced any new habits or emotions that felt out of place for a given situation?"

Long pause. I contemplated my habits and emotions. She couldn't be talking my mean voice. I was hearing it for days before going to the Tiddens.

"There is one thing." Mom spoke in a very small voice. "It's as bizarre as it is silly, but it feels fairly innocent."

"It sounds like something difficult to talk about." Ms. Nurhea empathized.

"Yes." Mom nodded. "To anyone but you, Yvonne. I-I've been holding Billy's erect penis from time to time. It started last week, I think."

"Thanks, Faun. Thank you for telling me." Ms. Nurhea repeated for clarity. "You been holding your son's erection." She looked at me. "What is that like for you, Billy?"

"I dunno. It feels good but not like sex."

"Yes." Mom agreed. "It's oddly soothing."

"Is that how you feel, Billy?"

"Yeah." I confirmed.

"Okay. Well," Ms. Nurhea spoke carefully. "Unlike what our society at large leads us to believe, touching is the most human act of all, regardless of who or what or how old or for how long." She cautioned, "Only emotional circumstances matter regarding the morality of each act. If either of you did not welcome the touch, then it could be a problem."

"But why are we doing it?" Mom wanted to know.

"I can hazard a guess, but even deep psychological probing still returns a guess. It would definitely be a better guess." She assured.

"I'll take what you've got, Doc?" Mom masked her trepidation.

Ms. Nurhea regarded each of us again. "Thanks to our previous sessions, I know how close you are to each other. There isn't sufficient science to understand a bond like yours, but in general a psycho-sexual bond can exhibit a vast range of expressions when stressed, and the incident at the Tiddens was likely the trigger, but I suspect the baseline stress in your relationship is already pretty high."

"You can say that again." I grumbled yet not fully comprehending. My sexual relations with Mom were fraught with frustration. That's all I knew for sure.

Ms. Nurhea probed. "If I recall correctly, you're not having traditional sex, by which I mean-"

"We know what you mean." Mom interrupted gently. "Part of our baseline stress, as you call it, is avoiding doing just that." She worried me. Was Mom saying that I was stressing her out because I wouldn't make babies with her?

"I've been trying to tell you..." The voice confirmed.

"Daddy should be the one who gets her prenant!" I complained.

"I know that's how you feel, Sweetie." Mom began.

"Please, Faun." Ms. Nurhea shook her head. "That conversation won't go anywhere productive.

"Sorry."

Our social worker took a while to deal with what Mom had implied. She was a master at hiding her opinions. She had to be a professional. "It's alright, I shouldn't interrupt when my patients are expressing difficult things."

"Yvonne." Mom was serious. "Your organization has a policing mandate as part of its operation, and we know it. Hearing that couldn't have been easy."

"That's not the kind of cop I want to be." The social worker claimed. "Now, here's a reasonable guess. I think that you two have found common ground to express your sexual frustrations. Do you only hold his penis when its erect?"

"So far, yes."

"Billy, do you urge her or ask her to hold it?"

"Not really." I had made it available to her sometimes. Sometimes she reached for it on her own.

"That sounds close enough to a 'No.'" Ms. Nurhea decided. "Overall, I suspect this habit is harmless. Yet it's likely compensating for something more important, which I think we should discuss another time. We're still taking these sessions step by step."

Ms. Nurhea wasn't finished however. "Now, here is a wild ass guess, Faun. You shared about your arousal during the assault on your person. Billy shared feelings of inadequacy. You fortunately know that those issues were distractions from the real injury of rape. As we address the real issues, like Faun's fear of accepting Glen's physical love, those distractions are waiting for closure. There's a chance that this little habit lets you cope with those uncomfortable distractions.

Mom let out a held breath. "I continue to feel like I've failed, or worse, betrayed women-kind because I was aroused as part of what was otherwise utter horror."

"Try to focus on the positive, Faun. You've made a lot of progress with yourself, despite being one of the very unlucky few who reacted partially with arousal to sexual assault. Guilt over such things makes recovery more difficult, and yet you're succeeding!"

I wanted to shout, Hoorah!

"Damn." Mom cursed. "I like what you just said."

"Now, let's just sit quietly for a bit and reflect." Our therapist bade.

The world slowed down, as I embraced a period without external demands or internal requirements. It would have sucked if I suddenly had to go to the bathroom.

What seemed like a few minutes later, I noticed all of the glasses were empty. I had been sipping mine slowly. Ms. Nurhea's had been close to full. I hadn't once seen her drink.

Mom stretched. "Did time really fly like that?"

Ms. Nurhea, took slow deep breaths. "So relaxing." She regarded us with the question, "How are you feeling?"

"Pretty great." Mom sounded refreshed.

There was a pause before I replied. "Can I talk to her, Mom?"

Mom caught my tone. "Do you want to speak with her alone?" She tilted her head at her bedroom. "Go ahead."

I offered my hand to Ms. Nurhea. She nodded at Mom before following me into the room. I shut the door and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Tell me anything, Billy." She stood a few feet from me, giving me space to find the right words.

"I hear a voice sometimes, Ms. Nurhea. It can be really mean."

In my head, words abruptly warned, "Don't you dare talk about me!"

"It doesn't want you to know." I squeaked out.

"Are you hearing it right now?" She asked calmly.

"Fuck off, you meddling fuck slave!" My mouth erupted. "You should be Wrapped in a Bamboo Snake!"

"Billy!" She shuddered. "What- what..." Her eyes twitched and her lids clamped shut. Ms. Nurhea rocked on her feet.

I shot to my feet and rushed to her. "Ms. Nurhea! I didn't mean to."

The voice growled! "I'm part of you, Billy. You need me. Don't ever try to get rid of me."

"Billy?" Ms. Nurhea opened her eyes. "Will you take care of me?"

"Yes. Yes!" I hugged her. "I'll help you get control."

"Not yet." The voice declared. "I told you, we need to put more sperm in her." My mouth spilled awfulness. "Get ready for a fucking, Slave." It demanded.

"Okay, Billy." Ms. Nurhea began to shed her clothes. I felt my dick harden. What was happening to me? I had to fight the voice. "Put your clothes back on, Ms. Nurhea."

"Take them off, damnit!"

"Don't listen to it!" I begged her.

The social worker let her hands drop to her partially naked sides, waiting for clearer instructions. Her pastel orange top lay on the floor. Her slacks were unzipped but not unbuckled. Both of her bra's shoulder straps dangled at her arms.

"Gods, I want to fuck you!" My voice rasped.

"I don't, Ms. Nurhea. You gotta believe me." I pleaded.

"Show me those titties!"

Ms. Nurhea reached for her bra and pulled it down. The door opened. "BILLY!" Mom yelled! "What are you doing?"

"Billy's broken, Ms. Androni." Yvonne Nurhea answered, an uninvited response that she'd never gave before."

"Mom! I keep saying terrible things to her!" I ran to her.

Mom ignored my encircling arms and tried to make sense of the half naked social worker and my tears. "Then stop saying terrible things." Was the best she could tell me.

"I can't. I didn't mean to take control. I wanted her help, but I said the words, and now she's like this!" I hoped that Mom's presence would help bury the mean voice in me.

"Billy!" She ordered sharply. "Tell Yvonne to talk with me."

"Please, Ms. Nurhea, talk with my Mom."

"Of course, Billy." Ms. Nurhea smiled. "Hello, Faun."

"Yvonne, what happened in here?"

"Billy has a deeper trauma that may have happened before the Tiddens. It's expressing itself as a partial, multiple personality."

"How can you be sure?"

"I can't. I'm just saying what I believe."

"What should we do?"

"Billy needs to fuck me, Faun."

"The hell he does!" Mom burst at her. Mom's sudden anger alarmed me. It reminded me too much of my mean voice!

"I'm just saying what I believe."

"Momma!" I swallowed my tears. "Ms. Nurhea isn't the same when she's like this. She's still smart, but she thinks things differently." It was a piece of information that I had little reason to know, but it just made sense at the time.

"You're both out of your depths. Billy, I believe something's troubling you, and I know that Yvonne is beyond her ability to consent."

"I don't want to make babies with her, not like this."

"Why would Yvonne say you should?" Mom believed me.

Ms. Nurhea answered, "I don't know. I could be wrong. I don't think I am."

"Could you at least pull up your bra?"

Ms. Nurhea ignored her.

"Put on your clothes." I told the half naked woman.

"I'll get her briefcase." Mom got a clue. She returned with it by the time Ms. Nurhea had re-dressed. I hadn't yet heard from the voice. Mom ordered, "Tell her to take back control." She gave the woman her briefcase.

"Take back control, Ms. Nurhea."

"Okay." She worked the case's combination. Mom ushered me out of the room and closed the door. We stood facing each other, confused as hell. We waited.

Mom's eyes wandered. "Billy."

"Yes?"

"Can I..." She reached out a hand.

"Hmm-mmm." I nodded. My hands worked at my pants. Soon, Mom took my hard penis into her hand and held it. We never talked while connected in this way. Repetitive mumbles wafted from the bedroom.

Mom let go and stepped back, hands dithering. "Did that help?"

"I don't know, but I feel better." I was a lot calmer as I zipped up. I lost some of that calm waiting for Ms. Nurhea to emerge. Minutes later, she called from the bedroom. "Faun, could you come in for a second?"

I felt shunned and righteously so. The door closed me out, and then they talked. I didn't dare put my ear to it.

"Come on in, Billy."

I opened the door and walked into Mom's arms. She held mine against my sides. "My poor dear." There was something in her hand.

Mrs. Nurhea moved behind me and grabbed my wrists. "I've got him, Faun."

"I'm sorry, Billy." She let go of me while Ms. Nurhea held my arms behind my back. Suddenly, Mom grabbed my jaw with one hand and pressed a light blue cloth into my mouth. It was her panties!

Mom used one of Dad's ties to secure the gag. Ms. Nurhea used Mom's robe sash to bind my wrists. Then they sat me down on the edge of the bed. Mom held me there. Ms. Nurhea stepped back and then crouched on her heels. "Billy. If you think about it. You'll know what's happening."

They didn't want me to trigger Ms. Nurhea's secret. She must have told Mom about the voice. I realized much later that I was tied up the same way I would bind Mom to deny her of an orgasm.

"FUCKING BITCH!!" A scream filled my head. I shook it away. I would be okay. The voice couldn't do anything but talk.

"Faun, I want to attempt psychological surgery without the equivalent of anesthesia, but it should help." Ms. Nurhea prompted. Mom agreed, "Please. I trust you."

The social worker focused on me. "Billy, you're safe now. No one is going to harm you. Whatever you're hearing in your head cannot harm you. It can only distract you. Do you understand?"

I nodded. Yes.

"Gods, this is a lousy way to communicate..." She swore, "Fucking situations, one after another." She shook her head. "Sorry, Billy." She tried a slight smile. "I can help, and in a strange way it's because you took control of me. What you told your Mom about me, Billy, is real. In my helpless state, the world feels different. My senses open up. My intuition comes alive. My lack of inhibitions works both ways. I will do anything I'm told, and my mind is free to explore all possibilities."

Mom interrupted. "Are you saying that Billy should have had sex with you?"

"I'm going to say it differently, Faun." Ms. Nurhea revealed. "Billy needs to act more often on what he hears. To be clear, not VERY often, but if were to be a little more open to it's desires, he might not hear it as often."

"It sounds like you're saying that he's repressing part of himself." Mom wasn't buying it. "We all do that."

Ms. Nurhea squeaked a little before responding. "That's were things get tricky. Billy came to me because he couldn't always control what he was saying. Clearly, he did not want to take control of me. The part of him that burst out, tried to stop me from helping him."

"Please, Yvonne, this sounds like the stuff of soap opera serial killers."

"It's nothing like that, but I understand why you'd think that." Ms. Nurhea took a deep breath and exhaled. "Billy, can you hear it now?"

I shook my head. No.

"We're going to untie you, but before that, I want you to hear this. You are safe, Billy. Nothing will harm you, and you can't harm any of us including yourself. The words in your head, that you don't like, are important. I want to help them and help you. You have nothing to fear and everything to hope for." She let that sink in.

Mom released the gag, and Ms. Nurhea untied my wrists. I sat on the edge of the bed, waiting to yell and scream. The voice was silent.

Ms. Nurhea sat next to Mom. "That's all the cure I can give right now."

"I'll hear it again?"

The social worker nodded. "Yes, Billy."

"I'm suppose to listen?"

"That'll be an effort. I know, but rely on your judgement. Don't ignore everything you hear. Ignoring it will make it stronger." She punched my shoulder. "You'll make mistakes."

"Billy, that's the best thing about growing up. You can handle mistakes better than adults." Mom comforted.

It was time for Ms. Nurhea to go. While she collected her things, Mom and I sorted out the mess we'd made in the bedroom and main room. The therapist told a lively story. "You won't believe what I was called in to deal with on Friday.

"There's an upscale high school in one of the city's affluent districts. A few days before Friday, many seniors were out late, playing pool..."

My ears perked up!

"...when an attractive, young woman arrived with her pimp, and began soliciting sex to some of the boys. When word got out the next day there was an uproar! 'The poor boys!' Their parents demanded blood from the school, which had nothing to do with it! I was called in to counsel the 'victims.' None of the boys were harmed or traumatized, at least not by the prostitute. Their parents, that's a whole 'nother fish story."

I gulped. "Did they describe the woman?"

"That was the last thing those boys wanted! Out of seven boys, I got seven completely different descriptions. If only their school was as diverse as their imaginations!" Ms. Nurhea laughed.

"You aren't getting paid for your time with us, Yvonne." Mom worried. "I want to make it up to you."

Ms. Nurhea remained playful. "What's your rate on this one, Madam?" The social worker tousled my hair.

"That depends upon how frustrating he's been. Today, I might have paid you!" Mom snorted a laugh. "Yesterday, I think a single kiss would have settled our debt to you."

"There is no debt, Faun." Ms. Nurhea insisted. "Here is work I love. Helping those 'poor boys' are the ones I want a paycheck for."

We both hugged her before our wonderful therapist left for the day.

When the door closed, Mom declared, "We're having lobster for dinner." What she meant was, we were going to FIX a lobster dinner. We had to practice making dinner for Ms. Kampold and her husband, the next day, Tuesday.

I got to make the salad and the au gratin potatoes. The latter came out of the oven only slightly overcooked. Mom explained, for the amount of time I'd cooked them for, the dish needed more potatoes. It was probably the least difficult lesson of my day. Another thing I learned was, Mom loves to cook. I knew that, but I noticed that she never mentioned Dad or getting pregnant, not once while she worked on the practice meal. Mom shouldn't worry about working as often as there was work available. She was going to be fine.

After eating the scrumptious meal, I texted Tanya to pick me up. I told Mom that I'd be with her.

"Where are you going?"

"It's a surprise." I didn't know.

"Just the two of you?" Mom wasn't sure how credible that was.

"Nah, I'm picking up that reporter. She wants to talk more about, um, her video." I meant Roberta Green's video about Jaqueline and Tara, but I didn't tell Mom that.

"I wish I could be there to give her a piece of my mind. Don't you let her bully you."

"No, Mom."

The voice in my head appeared. "Roberta Green is the one who needs to worry."

I pretended to look at my hair in the reflection off of a hanging saucepan. I thought to myself, "If you behave, I won't shut you out."

"Promises. Promises."

"What?" I said aloud.

"Promise you'll be home to get a full night's sleep. I'm still miffed at Tanya for letting you get drunk."

"I will. Hey, Mom, do you think I need a haircut?" I hoped to work for Mr. Casterain the following week. I wanted to look professional in case I met any of his clients.

"The barbershop is closed by now, Billy. You should have asked yesterday."

"It's okay."

"Remind me in the morning, and I'll give you money for a haircut. Miss Green may suffer your scraggly mop tonight, but at least you'll look good for the Kampolds tomorrow.

I washed myself at the sink in the bathroom and changed into my second best clothes. I did comb my hair. However, one rooster tail refused to lie down.

When Tanya came to the door, I hugged her and put her long, strong arms around me. "Thank you. I don't know what I would do without you." She returned my hug. "Hello, Ms. Androni."

"Tanya." Mom greeted politely. "You look well."

"Thank you, Ma-am. How are you?"

"I'm a mess," Mom grinned, "But a functional one. Take care of my boy."

"For tonight, it is my life." The time was a little after six o'clock.
 
Tanya and I departed the apartments. She drove towards downtown. "It is long way, and traffic is slow." She had let me sit up front. I was nervous upon greeting Tanya, worried about dealing with the voice in my head. I told her, "I may be very mean to you, tonight."

"Do you dislike me now?"

"Never! I love you!"

"Then if you must be mean, then I am glad it will be me."

I didn't quite understand, and I didn't feel any better. Each mile under the cab's wheels ate at my nerves. Fifteen minutes into the drive, I lay my head on her lap and turned my head to her belly. I hugged her for comfort. "I don't know what I'm gonna do. That reporter is so smart!"

"That will not matter, Billy. You have bigger heart."

"Where are you gonna take us?"

"Baba would curse me if I told you. Reporter must not know until she is there."

"Why are you close to Mrs. McDougal? You don't sound like she's your friend. Do you tell her other peoples' secrets?" The last was a question that had been on my mind, because the witch knew so much about things that Tanya and I had done.

"Baba is the woman you do not lie to, Billy. It would be like cutting her with knife."

"I don't understand."

"I don't tell other peoples' secrets. She knows them already, some of them, sometimes."

"That sounds like nonsense."

"It is nonsense, unless you know what she knows."

"What does she know?"

"I don't know. Her ways are nonsense to me too. But I allow for her greater experience. She has survived and overcome incredible things."

"Like what?"

"She was born into a family of criminals who lost a war against another family. That happened in this city, when she was younger than you."

"Did she get revenge?"

"She did better. She drained their power into the Earth."

"She called the police and put them behind bars?"

"In one case, yes, but that person put her in hospital for a year, and she could not do otherwise."

"Oh, no."

"That was very long time ago when city was very different. Baba is strong in community now."

I still didn't understand. Tanya's story sounded too made up, but I had no will to confront her tale. "You have to pretend you don't know me." I told her.

"Yes, Master Billy."

Before arriving at the KFAQ offices, I moved to the back seat. We pulled up at twelve minutes before seven. Roberta Green sat on a cement bench, waiting for us. You wouldn't have known she was a reporter from her clothes. Her rumpled light green sweater was at least one size too big. Her pants were blue jeans with sharp creases. Her shoes were black leather flats. She carried a handbag that looked like it was stitched from two-liter plastic bottles.

Tanya got out and opened the door for her. "Ma-am."

"I'm paying for the cab, Billy." Robert Green reminded upon sitting across from me in the back compartment. She buckled in. Then she took a picture of Tanya's cab license that was posted behind the driver's headrest.

"I don't want you to take pictures of me." I pouted a warning.

"Fine. Where are we off to?"

I held up a finger while Tanya mounted the driver seat. "We're ready, Cabbie."

"Why the mystery? Are you playing a game?"

What did she know about the games I played? My suspicions raised like hackles across my shoulders. The voice told me, "You're already letting her get under your skin."

"How far is it, Cabbie?"

"Eight miles. We will arrive in about fifteen minutes."

"She has a name, you know." Miss Green looked at the picture on her phone. "Tanya Velakowski."

I heard myself scoff. "I don't want to be her friend. We're just using her." The voice hid my relationship with Tanya, better than I ever could.

She regarded me with less familiarity. "That doesn't sound like the boy who cleaned a poor woman's home."

I pouted. "You don't know me."

"Tonight I hope I will get to know you. If I wasn't a reporter, this would be a lot easier. I'm a pretty gregarious person."

"You just want to make a new video. I'm nobody to you, except you know my name."

"Wow." Roberta Green blinked. "Burned by a seventh grader!"

Tanya pumped the break lightly, causing the vehicle to shudder like it was laughing.

"I am serious about this report, Billy." She put away her phone. "If you give me reason to believe tonight is a wild goose chase, I'll leave you and chase down my other leads."

"I'm not a baby, Miss Green. But talking to strangers isn't smart."

"I see. You don't know me." She lifted her chin. "Okay. To start with, I prefer to be called Ms. Green, but I would appreciate it if you called me Roberta. I was born just outside of the city, thirty one years ago. My father raised me mostly by himself. My mother left him when I was seven. I see her occasionally, but it's never a happy occasion. I love my father very much, but he found work in another city. He's an urban planning researcher. In high school, I earned my varsity letter in the debate club. I'm mostly heterosexual, five feet six inches. I weigh a hundred and something pounds. I like dogs, big dogs, but I have a cat and an iguana because I can't afford a house. I'm dating a twenty five year-old. He just got his first job at an ad agency. We met at a coffee shop. We're not in love, but he thinks he is. I volunteer for an agency that helps the homeless, and for another one that raises money for the Children's Hospital. I like martinis and milk shakes, not mixed together. I eat a lot of Chinese food because there's a dive place near the studio, that makes the best stir fried dishes. I've had one abortion, and I'm very confident about that choice. I read a lot of non-fiction, but I love silly podcasts-

"Like Darling Dimensions?" I blurted (not the voice) before I could stop myself.

"I adore it, Billy!" Roberta brightened. "But lately, I'm sad that Chutney Spice isn't getting many lines. She was the best!"

"She doesn't like that name." SHIT! I shouldn't have said that! I just compromised Ms. Laghari!

"Are you talking about the actor?"

I was going to say, I thought I'd read that somewhere. The mean voice stampeded that lie, "She's IS the best! I bet she hates a racist name like that. She probably fakes that light British accent."

"Billy, if you know who the actor is, tell me! I totally want her autograph!"

"You're not a very good reporter."

"I barely have time to listen to the podcast, let alone research it."

"What was your favorite episode?" I felt the podcast was safe ground for discussion, as long as I never mentioned Chutney Spice or Ms. Lagari by name.

"I loved the one when Lemon Zest was forced by Emperor Robot to break her vegetarian vows!"

I concluded, "...and it turned out that Chutney got Grease Gearmaker to build artificial meat out of lima beans."

"Lemon or Lima!" Roberta hooted the nonsensical catch phrase.

I shared, "I liked it when Uthurator trapped Chutney on an airless moon. Her tanks were almost empty but she found an ice deposit and used her fusion wand to release oxygen into her emergency, space tent."

The cab pulled to a gentle halt. "We're here, Sir and Ma-am." Tanya announced.

I looked out the window and panicked. "HERE!?" my brain and the mean voice shouted together, internally.

"This is an alley." Roberta confronted Tanya. "Couldn't you find parking closer to the venue?"

I gulped as quietly as I could. I did not want to take Roberta Green here. What had Mrs. McDougal been thinking!?

My mean voice broke the pause following Roberta's question. "You call yourself a reporter? Come on." It told Tanya, "Open this door already, Cabbie!"

Tanya was just about to. She ignored my malice and opened the door. I climbed out, and the reporter followed. She stopped at the alley entrance. "I'm actually starting to worry, Billy." She asked Tanya again, "What is this place?" She handed a credit card to Tanya.

"Where I was told to bring you." Tanya swiped it on her portable charge machine and returned the card.

"Billy, you aren't working for the Belarus mafia are you?"

"Huh?"

"Never mind. Just tell me, why an alley?"

"You'll see." I almost stumbled forward, forcing myself to follow the red tiles leading into the alley.

Roberta assessed the situation, "Hmmm, it's unusually clean for an alley, no rubbish bins at this end. The flagstones are well crafted. I'm going to guess an art collective lives in the brick building. As to how a seventh grader from the boonies would know about a place like this... hmmm ...school friend, or maybe your art teacher?"

I walked until I was opposite the sun bleached, wooden door. I stood well away from it. Splinters marred it unvarnished surface. It's roughness contrasted with the wide, brick building framing it. The red tiles kept going down the alley, but Roberta's guesses eased her suspicions. She caught up. "Am I right?"

Confirming them would have been a lie.

Two yards from the wooden door a section of the brick wall opened. The man/woman/they person, was once again dressed in a woman's business suit. Their hair was a short brown pomp. Their hands clung to the semi-circular, polished mahogany pen that slid out with them.

"Roberta Green!" They spoke gravely. "You will be known within. Therefore someone must be responsible for you. This boy?" Their eyes blazed at me.

"What on Nature's blue Earth..." The lettered debater, Ms. Green, was at a lost for words.

As if to answer unspoken questions, the door person explained, "The only thing that happens beyond that door is fantasy. There is no truth to be found therein, Roberta Green. Now who will be responsible for whom?" Their gaze bored into our souls.

"Billy, if you think you can distract me with a story like this, you're very mistaken." The reporter was unaware of drool seeping from one corner of her mouth.

I forced myself to take one step after another, forward, holding out the last fifty dollars in my pocket. "Two please." I wouldn't have had fifty without my ten dollar allowance that morning. I silently thanked Dad and cursed Mrs. McDougal. I was certain, someday, trusting her would cost me something dear.

The door guard/greeter sneered at the two twenties and one ten. "Gods how I hate noobs." They took my money, and the displaced wall receded, conveying them back into their black, pocket dimension.

"This must be one of those escape room games or an interactive live theater play." Roberta mulled.

I went to the aged, wooden door and found it unlocked. Opening it, I offered her the chance to enter first.

"Billy, I'll leave if we can't talk without being disturbed."

"This is the most private place you've ever been." I promised and entered ahead of her. She was quick however to follow before the door shut. Fully enclosed into the dimly lit entry hall, a vanilla scent hung in the air.

Instead of Alice, there was a young boy who was about the size of Jude. He was dressed up as an Dickensian street urchin, but I guessed he was quite a bit older, my age or older. "Eve'nin' Master. What is your name?"

"Carlo." I raised a finger to hopefully silence Ms. Green. The coat hooks lining the wall were surprisingly full, but there wasn't a gun belt this time. The strangest and silliest garments hung along the hall. I didn't have the wherewithal to examine them.

"This way, if you be pleasing." 'Oliver' led us deeper into the building.

The hall opened to the left at the end. Odd squishy sounds and the barest lowing spilled out of the main room. Last time, the tables and benches had all been draped with white sheets, forming private rooms. On every table and every bench, men and women, young and old, in every combination possible, frolicked in slow motion, naked and fully passionate. Not one eye turned to us at the entrance.

"sex club" Roberta's jaw hung open. Her words were the barest of utterances. "minors"

"Shhhh, Ms. Green. That's our private booth." At the far wall of the room, one draped booth waited. Oliver ignored the nearly silent spectacle and walked past the hushed, sexual revelers. He arrived at the front curtain. Pulling the opaque white sheet aside, Oliver indicated for us to enter.

"I'll never agree to a place like this." The reporter backed away.

"Anytime. Anywhere, Roberta Green." The voice challenged her. "Would you run away from a war zone?"

"This isn't right. This is evil." She took another step towards the front door.

"What kind of a reporter are you, a Daddy's girl or a Bitch?" I liked less and less what I was saying. "Can't you handle truth? Isn't that your goddess?"

"Why are they so quiet!" The woman in green and jeans succumbed to her fascination.

"So we won't be disturbed." I wanted to look in on each sexual entanglement as I passed the booths of writhing flesh and hushed expressions of pleasure. I had to focus on the white booth. "Move your candy ass, Roberta Green." I called, leaving her.

The voice had slighted the reporter's commitment to her profession. It dared her to confront a reality of pure fantasy. As the door person had promised, there was no truth here.

I reached 'Oliver', and ducked into the booth. I plunked myself down and discovered I was huffing and puffing as if I had run five miles. Through the opening still held by the boy, I watched Roberta Green's approach. Her head was unable to keep up with the visual assault on her assumptions of humanity - scored by the most human of all music. When she entered, she barely perceived me, gaping at the sudden and complete exclusion of what was happening all around us.

"She'll have a martini. I want a milkshake, chocolate." I told Oliver. He released the drape, plunging the reporter and I into a white room haunted by the most earnest and subtle moans.

"You are the father." Ms. Green exhaled truth.

"You're wrong, Lady. I'm the fucker. I don't raise brats. I'll put one in you, if you want. You're not bad looking, even in your frumpy sweater."

"Stoneburger was framed."

"Wrong again, Idiot. He was a Cunt! He pressured those women into sex with him, but he couldn't pollenate a fucking flower with his empty balls. He deserves to pay, for being mean to my bitches!"

Roberta remained standing, her level of horror rising each time the voice spoke through me. "What are you? Are you even a child?"

"How fucking stupid are you, Roberta Green? If a creature can reproduce, it's an adult."

"I'm not going to take anymore shit from you." She turned halfway to the curtain, not immediately sure where the opening was.

"Good! I'm tired of spewing it. Sit down, and wait for your drink. You can pay for it too if you want. Don't bother with a tip. The service here is awful."

"The cab may still be at the curb. It didn't drive off after I paid."

"You'll have to get another cab, but I don't think phones work here." I heard myself talking. "Tanya's waiting for me."

Ms. Green's head swiveled back to me, with revelation. "She's the Tanya who helped you. Gods, I can't believe I missed that when I read her name! Tanya returned the lottery ticket to Mrs. Tidden!" She grabbed her ears. "What the hells is going on?" She looked to me for the answers.

"Your drinks, Master and Mistress." Oliver announced.

"Yay, milkshake!" I answered. The boy carried a tray with our drinks into the booth and set the glasses before me on the table. He even put down the metal blending cup containing the rest of my shake. The half in the tall glass was mounded with whipped cream and a cherry.

At the bottom of the martini a single olive was skewered with a long toothpick. I grimaced at it. "I don't like liquor."

If there was any truth in that place, that night, it was this. Roberta Green was hooked. She couldn't leave the club with the mountain of questions exponentially increasing their weight on her soul. She had to know more.

Roberta sat at the table, leaving plenty of space between us. I must have seemed like an invading alien and a rapist to her.

I spooned fabulous chocolate milkshake into my mouth. It was perfectly blended, tiny ice cream bits swirling without melting.

Roberta dared to sip her drink. For all she knew it could have been laced with drugs. She set it down like it was nitro glycerin. "Sex work venues have the worst food and drinks. Why is this martini so amazing?"

I shrugged. It was always a race to empty the glass full of milkshake before the other half in the metal cup started to melt, but without getting brain freeze. I replied, "The greeter said this place was fantasy. Just make up an answer."

"That's not how life works!" She was frustrated. She took another sip of martini. "Yet, for all I know those 'people' out there are robots with realistic flesh, and this is the only booth for actual people. Damn, this drink is strong! ... and good."

"I wish I knew everything." Then I wouldn't have to go to school.

"You knew one thing about me, that I didn't." She took another sip.

At that rate, we'd be here until school started the next morning. I hoped the benches weren't too stiff. Mom said I needed to get eight hours of sleep, and Roberta was starting to bore me. "Huh."

"I'm not sure I can handle the important stories of our time: War, human sexuality, political and corporate corruption, crime and law enforcement." She took a bigger sip. "You called me out on that, or were you bluffing to get me to sit here?"

"I don't like being mean." I sorta apologized.

"That wasn't malice, Bi-" She stopped. "What's your name here?"

"Gabe." I invented.

"That's not what you said before."

I shrugged. Darn! I had to stop swallowing the wonderful shake. My head was hurting.

The reporter shook her head. "This place really is trying to subvert reality. She fixed her eyes on me, "Whoever you are, what you told me may have been mean, but it wasn't malicious, it was confrontational. That's one of the most difficult challenges for journalists when interviewing people. Asking questions to hurt or humiliate your subject is bad reporting. You can't learn anything important from those questions. Confronting a subject with questions they don't want to answer, is vital for a free press." Confident of her lecture, she took a full swig of her drink. Then she spun the olive around by flicking the upper tip of the toothpick.

"Confrontation is good?"

"What do I know? I can't even confront my boyfriend when he leaves a mess by the couch. Beer cans, crumbs, wrappers, ... and he's the one who yelled about finding a cockroach!"

"He's not a very good boyfriend." I observed.

"As if I had time to find a better one!" She snorted and took a snort of martini. "He's not terrible, and he's good in bed." She coughed. "Hey. I should be asking you questions."

I frowned at my warming milkshake, wishing my brain would hurry and warm up.

"What happened that night when you and your mother were suppose to make dinner for Mr. and Mrs. Tidden?"

"Mrs. Tidden wanted me to make babies in her. Mr. Tidden was angry because he couldn't. He attacked Mom - tore her dress. His wife and Tanya saved her. I couldn't do anything."

"Fuck." Roberta Green stared at her drink. "I wonder if you, hells, if anyone fully knows how fucked up that is."

Real fucked up. "Mom and I got a ther-pist. Mrs. Tidden got a million dollars."

"I can't even get a puff piece right." Roberta sipped at her martini. "I was raped."

"I'm sorry." I pushed the metal cup with half of my milkshake, at her. "Liquor's nasty."

"Well, shit, Carlo. First you humble me, then you're the sweetest. I've seen your birth record. Boys your age are suppose to be little terrors. Who raised you, angels or demons?"

"I'm not suppose to put Mom on a pedestal."

Roberta Green burst with laughter! "Oh, Gabe, I'm not laughing at you or your parents. I'm drunk."

"You only drank half!"

"I was already drinking when you picked me up. There's a pint of gin in my handbag." She leered at me. "Less now."

"I got drunk once. I didn't like it. Do you?"

"Not partic-u-lary." She slurred. "It helps me relax. I love my job, but it's crazy stressful."

"I like making babies."

"How many have you actually made?" I think she was trying to confront me, but I was tired of being afraid to tell the truth.

"At least nine."

"No. Bil- Sorry! How is that possible?"

"Well, my pee pee gets hard-"

She interrupted. "That's what I get for asking a lousy question. What happens? Women come out of nowhere and ask you to make a baby with them? Like Mrs. Tidden?"

"Now you're being mean." I pouted and ate another spoonful of milkshake. It wasn't as perfect as it had been.

"You said you'd make a baby in me, if I wanted one."

"I was being mean." That was all the apology I could muster after she was mean to me.

"Look, I get it. This place is out of this world - out of reality. If I even hinted about it to my director, as a possible story, I'd be out on the street, writing fake articles for foreign agents. You knew, or someone told you, you could say anything you want, even tell the truth here, and it wouldn't mean anything."

"I don't want Jacqueline and Tara to go to jail!" I confronted her.

I think Ms. Green sobered up a little. "Th-that's certainly a possibility."

"Please don't change your story, Ms. Green." I blubbered, a little drunk from sorrow.

"I'll be damned." The reporter frowned at her martini. She reached out and grabbed the frosted metal cup. She drank milkshake straight from it. "Why the hell are these drinks so delicious?"

"Jaqueline and Tara are wonderful people!"

"That person outside, lied." She told me. "There are no fantasies here. This is where fantasies come true." She grabbed her strange handbag and stood up. "Thank you for taking me here tonight. I'll get my own cab."

"What about my friends?"

At the curtain, she looked back, "Even that fantasy is going to come true." She parted the white sheet and walked out of the club.

The voice in my head scoffed. "She totally wants to have your baby."

I took a sip of Roberta Green's martini. Ew, horrid stuff!

"Master, the goddess is here." Oliver announced from the other side of the curtain. "Do you wish to invite her?"

"Ha!" A harsh cackle sounded. "You should have told him it's the witch." Mrs. McDougal called louder. "Boy, I brought my cunt. I thought you might like a good fuck, to celebrate."
 
I despaired. Couldn't I have just one normal day? I would have settled for one normal hour. Now, Mrs. McDougal wanted to make babies! The voice in my head answered. "That witch is in her sixties, way to old to be getting pregnant. Mrs. Lum was a fluke. Still, any cunt in a sex club is fair game!"

Her cunt. I tried to remember something she once said. A long while ago she had also asked if I wanted to fuck then laughed when I thought she wanted me to fuck her. Instead, she had called someone, to "bring her cunt to her." Beyond the white curtain, Mrs. McDougal just said she had 'brought' her cunt. What the hell or who the hell did she mean?

Did I even care? There was nothing to celebrate! Roberta Green had waltzed out saying only, "Even that fantasy will come true." Was she talking about her fantasy of telling the truth about Jaqueline and Tara, or my fantasy of the reporter not troubling them?

If anything, maybe I could vent some steam at the witch. I was starting to understand how the voice inside of me could be useful, at least when it wasn't being totally mean. "I guess the um, goddess can come in." Calling her a 'witch' in her presence would have been rude.

The street urchin boy opened the curtain, and two figures walked in. Instead of her voluminous black dress, the old woman was wearing a thin white shift, it looked a little like Mom's nightgown, but the witch's outfit was made of thin linen instead of warm flannel. Her skin was almost paste white, and her wild, gray hair and sagging boobs swayed upon striding in.

A taller woman followed, covered from head to toe in body conforming, black latex. Her large tits jiggled firmly under the supple material as she shuffled in. Dildoes and vibrators dangled from a black leather belt around her waist. Two zippers were open over her brown eyes. A soft silicone lined hole in the headpiece accessed her mouth. Far below, two more holes made available the orifices between her muscular thighs and wide bum. She said nothing, but moisture clung to the bottom rims of the rubbery openings.

Mrs. McDougal had plenty to say. "Your name doesn't matter to me, Boy. You look unhappy, and yet I heard the dedicated Ms. Green grumbling about changing professions, on her way out. You must have done quite a number on her, but you're still clothed." The witch sat on the bench and leered at me then swept an open palm at the curvaceous figure in black latex. "Is that any way to greet my favorite sex toy?"

"I'm going home." I slid off of the bench and walked to the curtain. I frowned at the figure in black. "I'm sorry. I don't feel like making babies."

I thought I heard her say. "Huh."

Mrs. McDougal consoled her. "It's all right, my pet. The boy will find a use for you someday. Break out our emergency use pricks, and join me. Mommy will make you feel better."

The curtain closed behind me. Around the vast chamber, curtains once again concealed the other booths. Sounds from behind the thin white walls cracked and squealed and moaned with greater passion. I reached the exit where Oliver waited for the club's next guests. He said, "No one has ever refused the goddess' cunt. Good luck, Master."

My mean voice answered the youth, "If the witch had brought her ass instead, I'd be plowing it for all I'm worth and teach that wrinkled bag of bones to stop fucking with me!"

Tanya was in her cab, parked at the curb across from the alley. Eyes sharp for me, she exited and opened the back passenger door. I said, "I need my wonderful cow." She contentedly sank to her hands and knees.

We couldn't do it in the cab. There was no room for me, above or behind her great frame. I led my cow down the street and found a patch of grass. In the dark, she pretended to graze while I worked my frustrated erection in and out of her wet pussy until I orgasmed. I withheld my cum from her barren womb. My dick stayed hard for some reason, and I considered fucking Tanya the Cow again, but I could only 'use' her for so long before guilt troubled me. I kissed and hugged her and apologized for treating her nicely. We returned to the cab, and I wiped gravel from her knees and hands. "Thank you, Tanya."

While she drove the long road to my home, I opened her shirt and suckled her big udders. I didn't mind acting like a baby seeking their security and comfort. However, me and my boner longed for something more.

I realized what that something was when I entered my home. It was a little late, after nine. Nightlights in the kitchen and bathroom provided minimal illumination. I didn't hear my folks making love, but I did walk to their bedroom door and lean my ear against it.

"At least we haven't lost any ground. Can we try again later, Glen?"

"That's sounds good, My Love."

I knocked. "Hey, Mom, can I come in?"

"I can come out there." She offered.

"I'm coming in." The voice spoke for me. I turned the knob and slowly opened their door. Mom gasp softly, "Glen?"

"It's okay, Faun."

I walked in. Mom was sitting up in their bed, a damp sheet covering the lower half of her nakedness. Dad lay fully under sheet and blanket, his face infused with curiosity. Moonlight peeping around their window's curtains kept the room from utter darkness.

Mom asked, "Is there trouble?"

"No." I unbuckled my belt. "Hi, Dad." I felt sad.

He gave a little smile, I think to reassure me. "Hello, Son."

"Billy?" Mom started to be concerned when I unzipped my pants and spread the flaps open.

"You said it was innocent." I jiggled my hips, and my hard dick poked out of the slit in my boxeres.

Mom didn't look behind her. She raised her hand and gently wrapped its fingers around my implacable erection. The worry in her eyes drained away.

Father watched his wife and son sit and stand, hand upon penis. His breathing slowed until he lay completely still, eyes glued to our connection of necessity. No one spoke.

Mom took her hand back, and I left without zipping up. I closed their door behind me and went to the couch. There I changed into my pajamas. Borrowing Dad's laptop, I started to watch my first video for school.

My father suddenly cried out, "OH- OH- FAUN!!"

"Cum in me, Daddy!" Mom responded. "OHH, YOU'RE CUMMING!!! DADDY!! YESSS!!!!"

I clapped my hands over my ears.

***

Mom was humming in the bathroom that next morning. Dressing for the day, I guessed. I had stayed up late watching and rewatching videos until I was too sleepy to hear my parents' climaxes ringing in my head.

She walked into the room, wearing a white blouse and tan slacks. She sat at the counter and tapped on her phone. She called behind her, "Good morning, sleepy head."

"Morning." I croaked.

"Will the reporter be making another news video about you?"

"I don't think so." After considering what the witch had told me, I felt there was a good chance that Roberta Green had abandoned her quest to expose the truth about Jaqueline and Tara. I had told her the truth, and I think she understood that the world was a better place for her mistaken report.

"That's too bad, I was looking forward to bragging to Gladys."

I scratched my head, trying to mentally engage with my weekday routine. Every day seemed like a slog. Maybe I needed to break my routine. "Hey Mom, are you okay if I get a haircut?" Usually Mom cut my hair herself. We had to save every dollar that we could, except for special occasions like when Mom or Dad's family visited. Nobody complained to me about how her results looked. I enjoyed Mom combing my hair and rubbing my scalp and snipping balance back to uneven strands.

"You can take it out of your share of our earnings tonight." She chuckled and eventually produced a twenty on the counter.

The Colkicks, her bosses, would pay me sixty dollars for working with her to make dinner for the Kampolds. "I'll pay you back."

"I know."

"Dad got you pregnant last night, didn't he?"

"We'll see." She chirped.

I went to the bathroom and started my day. When I emerged ready for breakfast and school, I found Jude sitting at the counter, occasionally popping a grape into his mouth. "Daddy made me breakfast already."

I tore into a plate of scrambled eggs, toast with blackberry jelly, and fried apples and onions. When Mom wasn't within earshot, I whispered to the boy, "Keep tabs on the witch today, okay?"

"Okay." He seemed to like the idea.

I left for school that day, with a backpack full of accomplishment. Tanya would pick up Mom and I at four and drive us to the Kampolds. The day started well.

I got an A in history, a B+ in science, another B+ in math (and an A for the previous day's random answers), and then it was time for lunch. Mom hadn't made my lunch but gave me five dollars for the cafeteria. They served a strange nut bread that tasted like meatloaf. The marinara sauce was okay, but I wished I could have gotten seconds. There was string bean salad and sweet spirulina jello.

I reached the outside picnic table before Steve or Trish showed. The rest of my 'friends' were assembled.

Al complained, "What's with the big guy today?"

James looked more than happy to me.

Kelly scowled, "Al and Wendel have been teasing him since he started eating."

"They're just goofing around." James took a modest forkful of nut bread and chewed it slowly.

"Kelly, I hear you have a boyfriend." Wendel tried.

"He's more boy than friend." She pouted.

"If you need someone packing more than what boys have, meet me after school." Al swaggered.

"Really?" Kelly feigned interest. "Show me."

Al backed down. "Real funny."

"Hi, guys." Steve arrived. He held up a sack lunch. He never had a sack lunch! He saw my cafeteria tray. "Look, this is what's missing in today's schools." He plunked down his paper bag. "Home made deliciousness."

"Where's Trish?" Wendel pulled out his phone to text, but she must have while he was at class. "She texted during last period." Like me, Wendel couldn't carry a mobile device in class. "Says she's pregnant."

I dropped my fork.

"HA!" Wendel taunted. "Actually, I thought Kelly would freak first."

"Good one." Steve snickered.

"Did she text?" Al asked.

"Yeah. Said her sister's taking her to lunch."

"Would you guys like to see a movie this week?" I asked my tray.

"Guys?" Kelly drew out the word.

"'Guys' means everybody these days." I proposed.

"No it doesn't." Kelly vetoed.

"Kelly would rather be called 'doll.'" Wendel dug.

"Chick?" Al chimed in.

"Babe?" Steve added.

"I'll see a movie." James asserted. "Is Night of the Huntress still playing?"

"Saw it." I sneered.

"Sharp Badge is suppose to be killer." Kelly suggested.

"Don't you want to see Lassie's Wilderness Home, part two?" Al taunted.

"Fuck off." Kelly reached her limit.

"How about The Raptor Group?" Wendel offered.

"Is that out already?" James stopped chewing.

"This Friday night."

"I'd see that." Steve confirmed.

I hated feeling ignorant, but I'd been too busy to be tagged by commercials. "What's it about?"

"Kid lives under a rock." Al snorted.

Steve answered. "It's about a cabal of scientists who keep samples of dinosaur DNA in their secret lab."

James gushed, "One of their wives get pregnant when a petri dish is misplaced. It's rated R because it shows the half human - half velociraptor get born."

Wendel chuckled. "It eats the midwife."

"Probably misogynistic." Kelly rolled her eyes. "But sure, sounds like a hoot."

"Friday night then." Steve approved.

"Massage what?" James puzzled.

The school harp sounded. I took my empty tray to the trash can and tray rack. James had only eaten half of his. He dumped his remaining food and put away the tray.

During English, I couldn't believe how hard my penis got around Ms. Laghari. It twitched every time she walked near. I kept remembering our aborted attempt to make babies in the conference room. Only, I guessed she hadn't been fertile. I wrote into one of my practice paragraphs, "Can we talk after school?"

She tapped the sentence and nodded.

P.E. was a repeat of the day before. Mrs. Lum treated me no differently than any other student, except for the occasional, extra eye. She seemed particularly keen to show off her fitness.

Darrin focused on music that afternoon. We were going to sing at an autumn school festival. He did give us time to practice drawing. When my last class ended, I hustled to see Ms. Laghari.

"What did you want, Billy?"

For some reason my penis lurched in my pants. The voice spoke for me, "Come and talk some sense into Ms. Hennifer."

"Gloria?"

"Follow me." I hurried out the door, but I slowed when she stopped to lock it. "Billy, you don't sound right."

"Yeah. I'm fucking horny."

"That's not my responsibility."

"I know." I overruled whatever the voice would have said. We reached my math class before Ms. Hennifer was ready to leave. "Hello, Shoona." She greeted us, and I told her, "I want to show her, Ms. Hennifer." I shut the door and locked the two teachers inside.

"I don't want you to do that." My math teacher stated.

"Show her or tell her. What does it matter?"

"Billy, I trusted you to keep this between us."

Ms. Laghari interjected, "For the record, I don't know anything yet."

"Why?" Ms. Hennifer implored me?

"Because you're gonna get pregnant!" I wailed. "I didn't mean to get Mrs. Lum pregnant. It's too risky!"

"That's my line." The math instructor studied her English counterpart.

"Gloria, Billy asked me to talk sense into you. Between us, you've always been the sensible one."

Ms. Hennifer frowned, "I'm meeting a therapist on Friday."

"I assume it's something difficult to share with me."

"I would, Shoona, but involving you would probably make me crazier." The math teacher's legs trembled.

"I do trust you to know what's best for you."

"Show her, Billy." Ms. Hennifer bit her lip.

I walked behind Ms. Hennifer and hugged the anxious woman. "You love it too much." I tried to explain my rationale. While watching Ms. Laghari, I put my hand on Ms. Hennifer's belly and slowly sunk my fingers into the waistband of her pants. Her hips convulsed when my fingers slipped behind her panties and felt her thatch of pubic hair. The strands were crusty. Diving further, I felt the gooey remains of my cum.

The woman in my arms lurched again. "It started with embarrassment. Billy shamed me for losing control when he needed me to protect him." Her body warmed from a deep blush.

Ms. Laghari blinked, as if to focus her attention. "Now I'm embarrassing you."

The math teacher gave a curt nod. "Billy is using you to convince me to stop taking this risk." My fingers dipped into my rancid cum and worked it against her rock like clit. She groaned. "I started to crave it."

"Crave what?"

To answer my English teacher, I withdrew my fingers and showed her the gooey, yellowed strands between my fingers.

"Oh, no." Ms. Laghari stepped back.

I plunged my hand into the sticky panties and fingered the mess coating Ms. Hennifer's sensitive bud. "She begged me to cum in her panties yesterday."

Ms. Hennifer swooned as I rapidly frigged her sex, rubbing the goo in and out of her vulva lips. "I should wear an IUD, but implanting one feels like imprisonment. Each time I receive his seed, he tries to cum closer to my vagina. And I get more excited."

"I'm not part of this fantasy." My English teacher slowly shook her head. "I should leave."

"Go ahead, Ms. Laghari. I'll make her cum, but I was hoping that you would understand." The hairy puss was throbbing at my cummy touch.

"Understand what?"

It was what Mom had told me yesterday. "Your minds are fooling you. Both of you want to get pregnant."

"I don't, Billy." Ms. Hennifer's breath chugged like a locomotive. "Honestly."

"You're wrong, Billy." My English teacher affirmed.

"I know a way to find out." I whispered my plan into Ms. Hennifer's ear.

"OOoohhh!!!" She groaned loudly. "Shoooona!!! He's making me cum!" Her body convulsed, and my hand kept sending shockwaves into her highly stimulated body. "AAAA!!" She orgasmed her face turned deep red.

Ms. Laghari cleared he throat. "You are on fire, Gloria." Her eyes widened, aroused by her colleague's intense climaxes.

"I'm so ashamed!" Ms. Hennifer's spasmed from a third wave of pleasure.

I pulled my messy hand out of her nasty panties and wiped it on her blouse. The colors clashed.

"I never knew this about me." The math teacher confessed. "I'm seeking professional help, but I went to him yesterday and begged. With that 'fix', I'm sure I can last until Friday."

"You will, Gloria." Ms. Laghari promised. "Fetishes aren't inherently addictive. This one is new to you and very powerful, but you will overcome it, and it's power will fade."

"Thank the heavens." Ms. Hennifer tried to catch her breath.

My English teacher confronted me before I could confront her. "I've talked all the sense I have for Gloria. May I go?"

She asked. If she had just left, I would have been wrong about her. "I don't want you masturbate, Ms. Laghari. I want to make love to you."

She inhaled sharply. "Yes, I was going to masturbate. Gloria is a sexy woman. She knows how attracted I am to her. She's already too embarrassed to care about me saying it. She also knows that it's purely sexual. I prefer men for my primary partners. And I respect her heterosexuality."

"You're wonderful, Ms. Laghari. But if you leave, you'll miss this chance to prove me wrong."

"I have nothing to prove to you, Billy, and my desire to make love with you is disappointed that you would try to manipulate me."

In retrospect, Ms. Laghari was amazing! Her self awareness and confidence was far beyond Mom's. I had grown up believing Mom was unshakable.

"I'm not trying to manipple-ate you. I can wait until you want to teach me or test me again. I wouldn't risk losing that."

"Then what are you trying to accomplish?"

"He doesn't believe you about your birth control method." Ms. Hennifer was starting to recover. "I probably shouldn't have doubted you in front of him. You know how impressionable he is."

"Ah." Ms. Laghari slowly nodded. "I understand. There's one little problem." She laughed lightly.

"Huh?"

"I'm at my most fertile, right now." She grinned. "'I don't have unprotected sex during this time, not with penises I don't." Ms. Laghari winked at her colleague.

"Billy, you'll have to wait until she thinks she's safe."

Oh, yeah. That made sense. "Sorry." I pouted.

"It's all right, Billy." Ms. Laghari walked up to me and we hugged, the three of us. "Do you think you can handle three weeks of sex?"

"Why?"

"That covers the full range of my non-fertility. If I get pregnant during any of those days, when I think I'm safe, then you'll have evidence that I subconsciously want to get pregnant."

Three straight weeks of sex with the gorgeous Ms. Laghari sounded awesome! "When do we start?"

"I'll know in a few days. We'll have to meet at the recording studio late, say around nine each night. No one uses the studio then. There's an old but clean futon. I'll bring sheets and pillows. But that's probably too late for you?" She guessed.

"I can be there at nine, for at least an hour."

"An hour would be helpful. We won't be in a rush. Loving sex has a quality of timeliness that when respected brings out the best in all partners."

"Oh, brother." Ms. Hennifer straightened her pants, but ignored the smeared, old cum on her blouse. She bent to the lowest drawer of her desk. Unlocking it, she produced a white box with yellow designs and purple text. She tossed it at Ms. Laghari. "There's five in each box. Use one every three days, starting a week after the first time you have sex.

"You weren't kidding about hoarding pregnancy test kits."

"Just knowing they're available makes me cum harder."

"The real reason is revealed." Ms. Laghari smirked.

"Oh, shut up."
 
Checking my watch, I had less than an hour to get home before Tanya arrived. That should be plenty of time, I figured. I hustled down the sidewalk, away from school. Reaching the street lined with local shops, I nearly peeked in to the diner, to say hi to Tara, but she'd probably tie me up and give me orgasms until my penis floundered.

My penis perked up at the thought, but I didn't have time. I crossed the street before Tara could spot me. Then I hurried to the barbershop and attached nail salon named "Cutter & Cuter". I'd only been there once before but didn't get a haircut.

The middle-aged barber worked contentedly on a black gentleman's hair, his only customer. The gentleman read The Economist while keeping his head perfectly still. I took a waiting chair. There were issues of Ranger Rick magazine. I picked up a copy and found an article about reversing climate change.

"I spy with my little eye, a nature bug." A curvy woman entered from the nail salon with a watering pitcher. She sprinkled the plant on the table next to me. She wore what looked like a lab coat over green leggings, a mini skirt, and a dark red, turtleneck shirt. Her long, brown hair was wrapped up in a bouffant. The tag on her coat said, "Carole." Her name was similar to Mrs. Lum's, but they looked unalike. For one thing, every nail on Carole's fingers were painted and adorned differently. One even had a tiny, fake diamond.

"Hi." I peeked over my magazine.

"Haircut?" When I nodded, she looked at her father. That much I remembered. I nodded. "That's Mr. Stillman in the chair. He's very careful about his appearance. They could be a while.

I checked my watch. I had little more than half an hour.

She saw my frown. "I can cut hair. Daddy trained me long before I got my beautician license. My next appointment isn't until four. She regarded me more closely. Have I seen you before?"

"I remember you from the market. I'm Billy."

"I hope I made a good impression." She grinned.

"You can cut my hair?"

"Take chair number two, and let me prove it to you. She set down the watering jug.

I mounted the second chair and she prepared me. The men beside us ignored me, but the man with the magazine stopped reading it and starting eyeing Carole.

"I see a lot of possibilities here." Carole studied my overgrown mop. "Do you have a preference?"

Mom always cut my hair the same way. That was fine by me, then I remembered. I decided to get a haircut to do something different. "What do you think I should do with it?"

"Billy, you just made my day. I would love to craft something unique, but hair is very personal. What do you like best about yourself?"

The voice in my head had a field day. "Fertility, seductiveness, command of women, the size of your dick- Oh, just imagine shaping your hair into a great big prick on the top of your head!"

Under the protective sheet, I pinched the sensitive place between my thumb and forefinger, and grunted. "My stubbornness."

"Hmm," Carole wasn't buying it. "That's not a positive trait. Do you perhaps mean resolve?"

I fathomed the difference. Mom didn't like it when I was stubborn, and I didn't like it when she was. But I was good at putting my mind to something and seeing it through. Mom and Dad were both strong that way. I don't remember Dad ever being stubborn.

"Uh, huh."

"Good. I think I can do a little something to enhance your strength of character. I promise it won't be extreme, but boys might tease you at first..."

I was already a pariah at school for giving away a million dollars. If couldn't handle a little ribbing for a special haircut-

"But the girls, they'll say private things to each other, and the boys will figure it out and realize that you stand out in a good way."

Girls were dumb, but I didn't want to say that to her. An image came to my mind, of a boy who minded his own business but was secretly admired. Sure it was ego, but hair could be cut again if I didn't like it.

"No!" The voice complained. "Dick hair!"

"Okay!" I brightened, happy to disappoint the mean voice.

The curvy beautician went to work. She sprayed and combed and snipped and clipped. Her father crafted his customer much slower and spent more time on each cut with his scissors. Still, Carole used nearly all of my time budget before she finished and handed a large mirror to me.

Compared to the way Mom cut my hair, this looked shorter in some places and thicker in others. One area had a sharp line that lead to a slight curve in front. I'd never seen a boy with anything like it.

"Let me see, Carole." Her father stepped away from his operating chair. The pin on the barber's smock said "Ralph".

Unexpectedly, the two men were looking at me.

"Sure, Dad." Carole backed away pensively.

The older man approached with a keen eye for her daughter's work. "I think you held back from what it could be, Carole. But that's fine for his age. He doesn't look too much like a lady killer." He snickered.

"Keep the boy away from my daughters." Mr. Stillman chuckled. "Hells, I know a few women who'd turn their heads for that." "No disrespect, Ralph. My wife always admires your talents."

"It's fine work, Honey." Mr. Amberson praised his daughter. I remembered their last name. "Remind me to give you something special tonight."

Carole shuddered involuntarily, and she blushed slightly.

The red on my cheeks made her look pale. Ralph returned to his precision efforts for Mr. Stillman. Carole cleaned me up, and I gave her Mom's twenty dollar bill.

"I'll get your change." She turned to the antique cash register.

"You can have it." I hopped off the chair, still red in the face. The price for a haircut was sixteen dollars what would have been a fortune a few months ago. Normally, I would have given a two dollar tip, but she had made something special, and I felt like I had underpaid.

"Come back if you want me to clean it up or change it." She called after me. "Or if you just want to read Ranger Rick to me." Her voice trailed off as I hurried home. She must have said something different than what I'd imagined.

I arrived just before Tanya. Mom examined my unique cut from every angle. "I don't see the appeal, but it's not ugly." She didn't mention it again. The trip took twenty minutes. Mom snuggled with me in the back seat. Neither of us needed to connect via my penis. We were truly happy.

Only two interesting things happened that night while we worked for Susan and Grant Kampold. The first was how uninterestingly the night progressed. Mom and I fixed the meal. We presented it. They ate it. In between, the four of us made small talk. Susan said her pregnancy was proceeding well. That was the only mention of it. She ignored me, except to thank me for serving her plate of lobster and for each side dish. I was grateful to avoid her spotlight. They thanked us at the end of the meal and added a large but reasonable tip to the app that charged them.

The more interesting event was mostly my secret. I had suspected Mom's love for cooking would overshadow minor emotions that cropped up from her trauma. That seemed true while she was preparing and cooking, but once the meal was served. The only thing she and I had to do was clean our preparation dishes and tools. Then we waited. Half an hour later, I served dessert, a baked Alaska and port. When I returned from the dining room, Mom took my hand. "Can we go into the bathroom for a minute?"

I knew what she wanted. "No, Mom. You have to wait."

"If you don't want to. I understand."

"I'm sorry, but I worried this could happen."

"What, Billy?"

"This is your test job, Mom. If you need me while you're working, you might succumb to one of your clients when I'm not working with you anymore."

Mom blinked appreciatively. "That's quite thoughtful." She hummed, studying me. "I believe you're maturing faster than I did at your age."

"You gotta hold out until you get home."

"That won't be a problem. I'm just bored." She kissed my forehead.

As I revealed earlier, the meal ended on a happy note. Mom and I climbed into Tanya's cab, and we rode home. Along the way, I asked Mom, "Do you want to hold my penis?"

"Yes." She didn't sound desperate.

"Can you wait until we get home?"

"Easily."

Actually, once we arrived, Mom took Dad into the bedroom. "Care to try for two nights in a row?"

I busied myself with videos and drawing practice. I hadn't slept enough the night before, and I fell asleep a little after ten.
 
It was a beautiful Wednesday morning! The days were cooling, and puffy clouds dappled the sky. I warmed up a cup of coffee for Mom and checked on her. She greeted me at the bedroom door after I knocked. "Thank you." She accepted the mug.

"I hope you had a good night."

"It could have been better." Mom sighed. "Still, your Dad's a wonderful man." She shut the door, so she could undress and shower. That was the only dip in what turned out to be a very pleasant day. It wasn't at all the 'normal' day that I had been wanting, but it was the most wonderful escape from all the craziness I had been dealing with.

As if my prayers had been answered, that special Wednesday unfolded like a pleasant dream. I patted Jude's back on my way out of the house. Sweet temperate air refreshed me while walking to school. I did well in my classes.

At lunch, I joked with my friends - well, they mostly joked about my haircut, but I think they were a little impressed that I would choose something a little more radical than my previous, plain cut. I saw Trish mention something to Kelly who then squinted her eyes at the senior girl and shook her head.

I walked home in abundant sunlight. I entered the apartment, and Mom greeted me with a hug and a grin. "Someone hasn't done serious chores in a very long time."

She put me to work. I was young and strong and happy. We sweated side by side, catching up on all the little chores that get sidelined by more challenging priorities. We listened to ambient rhythm music as we labored. We showered together, touching each other playfully. Neither of us felt a need to connect with my penis. After dressing, I walked with Mom to the couch and we cuddled.

"What would you like for dinner?"

I was hungry, but I wanted to enjoy her close presence. I kissed her cheek. "This is better than holding my penis."

"Hm-hmm." She agreed. She patted my hip.

"I worried about working for the Kampolds again, but there wasn't anything weird about it."

Mom sighed. "I worried too, but I couldn't believe how smoothly the night went."

I wanted to tell her what a great day I'd had, but that would have been talking about me. "You're gonna rock your next clients too." I meant, without me. I reached under one of her armpits and gave it a tickle. Her shoulder twitched, and she lightly rapped her knuckles on my noggin. "Silly."

My hand crept under her blouse and rubbed her bellybutton. "This connected you to your Momma."

Her hand found my belly. "This connected you to me."

"I hope Dad put a girl in you." My hand slid to the waistband of her skirt, about where her uterus waited for an inseminated egg. The ambient music played bowed strings that swirled like air currents.

Mom simply patted my tummy. She kissed my ear. "You think girls are dumb."

"Yeah, she'll be dumb, but I can teach her."

"I may have some words about what you teach her." Mom eyed me with clear warning.

"Noo." I poked her boob. "You're being dumb."

She patted my groin. Her hand paused. "You're not hard." She simply stated an unexpected fact, but for her it was a rare event.

I nuzzled her chin with my new haircut. "This is love, Mom."

"Ohh, Sweetie!" Her arms tightened. I turned my head and kissed her lips. They opened slightly, to maximize contact. I relaxed and retreated. My hands went to her long hair, fingers playing with her reddish tresses.

Her hands went under the back of my shirt and massaged the sides of my spine. I hadn't realized that it was stiff. My body wriggled contentedly under her ministrations. I kissed her neck. She smelled stalwart from oatmeal soap.

"Mmm, I really like that."

My lips worked their way down the front of her neck, until I was kissing her breast bone. The music shifted from airy streams to something more of a beat.

"Don't stop there, Billy." Her hands retreated to her blouse and began to unbutton it.

I did stop when I kissed the top of her cleavage. I reached behind her blouse and unhooked her bra strap. Her lips found mine as she completed the task in front. We pecked until her loose brassiere came into view.

Leaning away, I fumbled with my shirt buttons. She rubbed my chest then pulled off her bra and blouse. My shirt hit the floor at the same time. "It's not fair, Mom."

"What isn't fair?"

"You have beautiful breasts, and I'm just flat."

Mom meowed. "Your flat has been getting pretty buff. That P.E. class is working for you."

"But my nipples are useless."

"Not necessarily. A percentage of men can produce milk."

"Really?"

"Yes, but you need someone to suck on them for weeks and weeks to find out." Mom dove down and surprised my left nipple with a toothy nibble. She licked it and proceded to suckle. Giggling, she stopped and pulled away. "Or you can get injections." She winked.

"I liked what you did."

"Hey," Mom chastised. "Turn about is fair play."

'Yes, Momma!" I bent to her breasts and sucked a hard nipple into my mouth. It tasted a little different than I remembered, bolder somehow. I cast aside all jealousy of my rival for these nurturing globes.

Leaving the nipple glistening, I kissed along her cleavage, high to low. Then I darted my tongue under her breasts, like a playful lizard.

She flinched from the tickles. "Hey! Second warning. You wouldn't survive payback, Laddie." She swore.

I nuzzled my cheek against her tummy and petted her arms.

Mom glued her lips to my neck and began sucking there. The sensation started warm and grew to a tingling. I shivered from surprising pleasure until it began to hurt a little. Mom's lips popped away, and she grinned devilishly. "There. I've marked my little man."

I sat there blinking, not sure what she'd done.

Mom took advantage of my confusion. She stood up and unzipped her skirt. Wearing only panties, she knelt onto the couch and took my head into her hands. She kissed me patiently and passionately. Her tongue teased my lips until I opened them and let it enter. We tasted each other for delightful moments. The music shifted again, harps plucking rhythmically without melody.

The air warmed between us, and I shucked my pants. I didn't stop with them and was quickly naked except for my socks. Then Mom grasped my now hard peter. Her hand stroked it softly. "This is sex." She whispered hotly into my ear.

My hands tugged at her panties. They were gray, to my surprise. I wondered why I hadn't noticed when Mom disrobed. I only got them down about a foot from the nest they protected before Mom released my happy prong and pushed my shoulders, tipping me onto my back. Her head pounced and her mouth captured my stiffness. She licked and sucked and bobbed, mewling with fervor.

"Ohh, Momma!" I gasped! Her tongue and lips felt amazing as they worked to arouse me further.

"Mmmmm! MMMMmmm!" She growled like a tiger having a feast that she refused to share.

Hands roamed vigorously over naked flesh. She pleasured herself as she dined on my aching dick, then her hand would cup my balls and tickle my bum hole. The warmth between us became a glow, a halo erasing reality. The music came from inside us. Our bodies wriggled and petted. The room faded from our minds, and the surfaces where I ended and she began blurred.

"Turn about is fair play." I pushed at her bobbing head and tried to roll her on her back. She disgorged my penis with a quick lick of her lips. Mom rotated on the couch's limited width, holding me, preventing me from falling. I scooted down her body and she straightened across the cushions. My lips walked over one tit, pausing to nibble on its dark nub then traveled lower to her groomed, red nest. I pulled her panties further away.

She stretched her arms over her head, sighing happily. "This love is unlike any I've felt." She shivered at the first touch of my tongue to her moist groove.

I cautiously licked up her seeping juices, one swipe after another, licking higher until I could press my tongue hard against her clit and scour it with my tongue. She toyed with my hair and moaned, "Mmmm!"

Like a patient puppy, I licked at her sex. Stroke of tongue, stroke of tongue, stroke of tongue, stroke of tongue... I held her hips stable, to concentrate the sensations resulting from my efforts deep into her loins.

"AAaahh!!!" She cried out. Her body shuddered from a first orgasm. The warm glow around us closed in like soft blankets swaddling us. My soul drew closer to her. Intellect evaporated under our mutual heat. Our fires longed to burn as a single flame.

Mom's tremors subsided, but I prepared to invigorate greater ones. Shifting up her body, I held her sides and lay on top, resting my head between her heaving bosom. My lower half moved between her legs, kicking her panties off of one of her ankles and spreading her like an oriental fan. She hugged me when my blood filled member perched upon her seeping pout. She mewled gratefully.

Teettering on the precipice of intercourse, we held each other, our hearts burning. Our yearning had broken free from the barrier of time and we experienced infinite patience. "This sex isn't anything I've felt." I heard my own voice whisper. The fact that we had yet to join was not relevant. We would have orgasmed in each others' arms, purely from our blazing connection of spirit.

Nature, the goddess, blessed us, and my penis pushed into Mom's waiting vagina. It sank deep and rested. Our hearts pounded. Our bodies moved - glacially at first. Flesh glided within flesh, and our lubricated friction produced what felt like bright light. It shined into our loins as I worked my peter in and out of Mom. Her hips moved counter to mine, and we groaned as one.

"Momma." I panted. My cock plunged merrily through her wet slit.

"Oh, my baby." She hugged me and ground her hips against my thrusts.

Our vision blurred as the halo surrounding us caught the light shining from our connection. We held each other dearly and physically expressed our fervent desire. Our lips met passionately. Our fingers dug into our backs. Our bodies drummed ecstasy seething through our frames, and we breathed with conjoined lungs, gasping, shouting, bucking wildly!

I orgasmed without cumming. She orgasmed with growing waves of joy.

It felt as if I was gliding through warm snow; slick, fast, and heady. Her slopes molded to me, as we sought to be closer, the barriers of our skin breaking away from friction and pounding. Muscles entwined, and sinews knotted, drawing the reach of my plowing manhood closer to her womb.

Ears numb to the shouts and cries echoing around us, heard our two hearts' as a single rhythm. We drummed flesh towards onrushing crescendo.

"Momma!"

"Billy!"

Our hips were orchestra symbols, smashing and snapping together to reverberate as one instrument. The lips at the end of my erection clamped their kiss upon the lips of her cervix, and my pressurized bulb launched an powerful stream of cum, like a dam releasing floodwaters.

The light flared through us, expanding like a stellar nova, destruction replaced by pleasure! We floated in the light, rapturous. Like twin stars our colliding orbits danced across time and space. Heat, light, and power hummed through our closed circuit of nerves.

Even as joy faded and our levitating bodies descended back to the couch, our connection proved incorruptible. We had no words left in our lungs. They heaved to re-oxygenate our blood and reanimate our thoughts. We clung madly, while incestuous seed swept through Mom's grail.

We lie conjoined, enraptured, juices weeping from our sexes, eyes closed, the music of our hearts in decelerando until all was at rest.

Was this the pinnacle of Ms. Laghari's teaching? I couldn't imagine a greater sexual experience. I lay naked upon Mom's nakedness. Sweat bonding us like the weakest glue, I pondered the inexplicable.

Mom faced reality with clarity and priority. "You came in me, Billy!" She cooed.

The joy I felt wavered. "I-I didn't mean to..."

"I never dreamed it would feel like that." Joy beamed from her face. "I had hoped for so long ... a quickie would have sufficed, but this was beyond love and sex."

"Daddy's gonna be real sad if I made a baby in you!" I sniffled a few tears, yet joy swirled through my body like a traitor.

"He loves you, Billy." She hugged me and whispered. "Don't cry."

"I-I can't help it. Dad should be the father."

"Then we should give him a chance to replace your sperm with his."

Her proposal was preposterous. It was too late! Instead of arguing from reason, my guilt spoke. "I was gonna wear a condom. I took some from Dad and put them under the couch." I sobbed, "I didn't even think of them!"

"It's okay." Mom soothed. She held me and kissed my temple. Her lips grinned against my forehead. "They wouldn't have made any difference." A single chuckle twitched from her throat.

"What do you mean? They're very effective!"

"Billy." Mom's voice sharpened. "Last Thursday, I took a sewing needle and punctured every condom in our home. I was obsessed."

I had to see. I fumbled below for the three packets. Grabbing one, I held it up to evening sunlight flooding our apartment. In the shadow of the foil packet, tiny stars shined through. I gasp! Her humor passed me by, but my guilt eased. A last hope for salvation was Mom's mysterious proposal. "You said Dad could replace my cum. That's not possible! Why did you say that?"

Mom scooted up to a sitting position, one better suited for a lesson. I could only imagine my cum seeping onto the vinyl clad cushion beneath her. "Have you ever wondered why a penis has a flared ridge around it?"

"No." I pouted.

"It evolved to form a seal around the walls of a vagina?"

"So?"

"Humans are a randy species, and women in the past had many partners, often during the same night. When a hard penis has intercourse with a vagina filled by another man's seed, the shape of the head and its flange work like a pump. It pulls cum right out a woman! When the new man ejaculates, his deluge can overwhelm the previous man's remaining sperm.

The concept was amazing! I looked at my half hard pecker. I only wanted to gape at it's incredible shape, but it began to stiffen.

Mom gave a sly grin and decoupled our arms. She went to the counter. I noticed a thin trail of fluid running halfway down the inside of her right thigh. Mom used her phone to make a call. "Glen, you need to come home right away."

An animal growled inside my chest. She was trying to help Dad be the father of her next child. I wanted him to come home as quickly as possible and clean up the mess I had made. Yet a twisted notion propelled me from the couch. I had to act fast - I reasoned without thinking the idea through.

"Yes, it's quite important!" Mom stressed.

Approaching her from behind, I curled my arms around her naked waist and nestled my crotch to her ass." She flinched in my grasp, but spoke calmly. "Tell your client that an appliance shorted and shocked me."

"I can help." I whispered. I pressed my face against her back, and my hands pulled, urging her to bend over, phone trembling in her hand. I worked my renewed erection under her bum's cleft and pegged the base of her vulva. "I'll pump it out, so Dad can replace it when he gets home."

Mom gasp when I entered her from behind! My prick hardened firmly within the hot folds of her cum slicked pussy. "Sorry, Glen. That appliance is still shorting! Cum home!" My hips rocked quickly to pump out my sperm from her weeping cunt. She hung up and nearly slammed the phone to the counter. "Billy!" She finally could shout! "Are you kidding me?"

"No, Momma!" I plunged her hole diligently. "I gotta get rid of my cum!"

Mom quieted then, except for a low groan. Her hands gripped the counter and she leaned further down, opening more of her sex to me. She even stepped wider to let me plunge deeper into her cum filled cunt. "Compared to what happened before, this is so raw." Mom didn't sound unhappy. Her ass pivoted against my thrusts. The patch of hair along her puss brushed the underside of my thrusting member. "I thought I'd never orgasm against after that experience, but you really know how to work your cock." She began to pant.

"Let me know when I've cleaned you out. Okay, Mom?"

"I'm not sure- Uuhnngghh!" She grunted and shook her head. "I don't know if this is a good idea, Billy, but I won't stop you from pumping out your cum!"

Fresh pleasure from my action to undo babies, washed away my ability to reason. Only thrusting in and out of Mom mattered. I had stopped crying, but I still felt guilty. I wouldn't stop thrusting until I had removed every sperm!

"Your father is very proud of you, Billy!" Mom's voice warbled from the thudding impacts of my crotch against her ass. "You saved me!"

"I don't understand." I panted, working hard to erase my mistake from her insides. "Your child might be mine instead of Dads!"

"When Jerome stopped by to pick up Jude, I asked him if I might see him later. He understood what I wanted- Oooogghhh!!" She groaned from my steady fucking.

"But we worked on chores all afternoon! And Dad came inside you."

"He did, Monday night, but not last night. I promised that I would get pregnant this week. I didn't want to go a day without cum in my cunt. After your father failed, I nearly went to you, but I know how you feel about Dad being the father. I made a deal with myself, that I would seduce Jude's father today, to make up for Glen's lapse. When you came home, I nearly told you to do chores alone, so I could be unfaithful, but at the last minute, to avoid making babies with Mr. Allister, I threw myself alongside you!" She confessed. "If we hadn't made love on the couch, I would have tied you up and given myself to our neighbor."

Her passionate confession was my downfall. Single-minded to atone for betraying Dad, I didn't sense my building arousal. When Mom described how she had struggled to avoid having sex with Mr. Allister, I suddenly imagined her in his manly arms, his cock plunging where my cock pumped. Unexpectedly, my body lurched against Mom's naked ass! My prick slammed deep into her evacuated recess, and my seminal bulb burst with a full, burning load of sticky cum! "AAAAAA!!!" I wailed! Lightning blasted my mind. I lost all reason to even pull out my spewing wand.

"You're cumming in me again!" Mom shouted from surprise! My orgasm issued shockwaves out of my clinging hips, shaking her ass, but she tried to console me. "It'll be okay, Billy. I'm sorry for not stopping you, but I can't sense when you've pumped out as much cum as possible."

I didn't cry, but guilt swarmed as the pleasure of my ejaculation subsided. I couldn't even let go of her, to pull out. Every glob of additional, thick goo splattered into her 'scrubbed clean' channel. Only when the last spray of cum emptied from my prick, did I retreat and exit with a sloppy plop. My erection softened quickly.

Mom heaved breathlessly. Her orgasms had been light but many. She straightened and leaned against the counter. Fresh drips ran down the insides of her thighs.

I stood pouting, upset, betrayed by my lust for her. I had to try again. "I need you, Mom."

"What do you mean?" She turned bleary eyes to me.

"You have to get me hard again."

"Why? Your father will be here soon."

"No. He's too far away!" I whined. "I need to pump you!"

Despite being well worn from our intense pleasures, Mom nodded and knelt down. "I can't refuse when you're like this." She slurped my cum coated penis into her mouth and sucked it clean. She didn't stop sucking until blood returned to my prick.

I didn't waste time moving us to the couch. I spread her on the carpet and plunged my renewed stiffy into Mom's cum laden hole. I tried my best to pump out every blob that I had accidentally poured into her. This time I focused on pulling out right before I came. That way I would have pumped out as much as possible. Then Dad would arrive and fill her with his rightful duty.

"Oh, Billy...," Mom was moaning again while I fucked purposefully in and out of her sensitized pussy. "I know you're full of youth and vigor, but a third time, so soon after our second, is incredible!"

I didn't want to treat Mom like Tanya. I needed to pleasure her as best I could without losing track of my state of arousal. I hugged and kissed and played my hands over Mom's nakedness while I worked to undo a terrible mistake! To prevent her from arousing me with her hands, I told her to masturbate as I humped steadily in and out. She gave herself at least two orgasms while I atoned. It took me a long time to reach my peak, having already spent myself twice.

"I'm getting close, Mom."

"You don't have to pull out, Billy." Mom wasn't thinking clearly as she shuddered from random orgasms, little and big. "It'll be okay. Your father loves you no matter what! You can cum in Momma again."

Her sexy words nearly tripped my trigger, but I told myself to pull out.

The front door opened with a loud swish! "Faun, what's the matter?" Dad called.

"STAY THERE, GLEN!" Mom shouted. She grabbed me and pulled me to her well used titties, forcing me to remain within her quivering sex.

My ass bucked one last time and I skewered deep. For the third time that day, my genitals issued globs and streams of boiling cum into her receptical. Our bodies writhed from the intense, final sensations of hot fluid filling her. She groaned through clenched jaws. I was too stunned by Dad's appearance to say anything. I had become a mere tool for impregnating my mother.

When Mom thought I had spilled all I could into her thrice fucked cunt, she rolled me off of her and shushed me. "Don't move!"

Mom staggered to her feet, calling out, "I'm okay, Glen. You traveled faster than I expected."

"I hired Tanya. She drives like the wind." Dad stepped forward. "What's going on?"

Mom met him before he could peek around the corner where I lay on the ground, wracked with pleasure and guilt. "We're going into the bedroom, My Love. I have another man's sperm in me, where it belongs. You finally have a live chance to experience your favorite fantasy."

Dad's breath suddenly whooshed in and out like a steam locomotive. I could hear it from around the corner. "Faun!" He gasp and followed her into the bedroom. He never once looked back.




[So ends Part 1 of Shota Impregnator. I have tons of notes for Part 2, but I'm going to take a long break. When I return I'll probably start a new thread.

I would very much like to hear thoughts from all of the readers. I apologize for grammar and spelling issues and inconsistencies and the many serious continuity errors. But I thoroughly enjoyed writing this.]
 
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It was a beautiful Wednesday morning! The days were cooling, and puffy clouds dappled the sky. I warmed up a cup of coffee for Mom and checked on her. She greeted me at the bedroom door after I knocked. "Thank you." She accepted the mug.

"I hope you had a good night."

"It could have been better." Mom sighed. "Still, your Dad's a wonderful man." She shut the door, so she could undress and shower. That was the only dip in what turned out to be a very pleasant day. It wasn't at all the 'normal' day that I had been wanting, but it was the most wonderful escape from all the craziness I had been dealing with.

As if my prayers had been answered, that special Wednesday unfolded like a pleasant dream. I patted Jude's back on my way out of the house. Sweet temperate air refreshed me while walking to school. I did well in my classes.

At lunch, I joked with my friends - well, they mostly joked about my haircut, but I think they were a little impressed that I would choose something a little more radical than my previous, plain cut. I saw Trish mention something to Kelly who then squinted her eyes at the senior girl and shook her head.

I walked home in abundant sunlight. I entered the apartment, and Mom greeted me with a hug and a grin. "Someone hasn't done serious chores in a very long time."

She put me to work. I was young and strong and happy. We sweated side by side, catching up on all the little chores that get sidelined by more challenging priorities. We listened to ambient rhythm music as we labored. We showered together, touching each other playfully. Neither of us felt a need to connect with my penis. After dressing, I walked with Mom to the couch and we cuddled.

"What would you like for dinner?"

I was hungry, but I wanted to enjoy her close presence. I kissed her cheek. "This is better than holding my penis."

"Hm-hmm." She agreed. She patted my hip.

"I worried about working for the Kampolds again, but there wasn't anything weird about it."

Mom sighed. "I worried too, but I couldn't believe how smoothly the night went."

I wanted to tell her what a great day I'd had, but that would have been talking about me. "You're gonna rock your next clients too." I meant, without me. I reached under one of her armpits and gave it a tickle. Her shoulder twitched, and she lightly rapped her knuckles on my noggin. "Silly."

My hand crept under her blouse and rubbed her bellybutton. "This connected you to your Momma."

Her hand found my belly. "This connected you to me."

"I hope Dad put a girl in you." My hand slid to the waistband of her skirt, about where her uterus waited for an inseminated egg. The ambient music played bowed strings that swirled like air currents.

Mom simply patted my tummy. She kissed my ear. "You think girls are dumb."

"Yeah, she'll be dumb, but I can teach her."

"I may have some words about what you teach her." Mom eyed me with clear warning.

"Noo." I poked her boob. "You're being dumb."

She patted my groin. Her hand paused. "You're not hard." She simply stated an unexpected fact, but for her it was a rare event.

I nuzzled her chin with my new haircut. "This is love, Mom."

"Ohh, Sweetie!" Her arms tightened. I turned my head and kissed her lips. They opened slightly, to maximize contact. I relaxed and retreated. My hands went to her long hair, fingers playing with her reddish tresses.

Her hands went under the back of my shirt and massaged the sides of my spine. I hadn't realized that it was stiff. My body wriggled contentedly under her ministrations. I kissed her neck. She smelled stalwart from oatmeal soap.

"Mmm, I really like that."

My lips worked their way down the front of her neck, until I was kissing her breast bone. The music shifted from airy streams to something more of a beat.

"Don't stop there, Billy." Her hands retreated to her blouse and began to unbutton it.

I did stop when I kissed the top of her cleavage. I reached behind her blouse and unhooked her bra strap. Her lips found mine as she completed the task in front. We pecked until her loose brassiere came into view.

Leaning away, I fumbled with my shirt buttons. She rubbed my chest then pulled off her bra and blouse. My shirt hit the floor at the same time. "It's not fair, Mom."

"What isn't fair?"

"You have beautiful breasts, and I'm just flat."

Mom meowed. "Your flat has been getting pretty buff. That P.E. class is working for you."

"But my nipples are useless."

"Not necessarily. A percentage of men can produce milk."

"Really?"

"Yes, but you need someone to suck on them for weeks and weeks to find out." Mom dove down and surprised my left nipple with a toothy nibble. She licked it and proceded to suckle. Giggling, she stopped and pulled away. "Or you can get injections." She winked.

"I liked what you did."

"Hey," Mom chastised. "Turn about is fair play."

'Yes, Momma!" I bent to her breasts and sucked a hard nipple into my mouth. It tasted a little different than I remembered, bolder somehow. I cast aside all jealousy of my rival for these nurturing globes.

Leaving the nipple glistening, I kissed along her cleavage, high to low. Then I darted my tongue under her breasts, like a playful lizard.

She flinched from the tickles. "Hey! Second warning. You wouldn't survive payback, Laddie." She swore.

I nuzzled my cheek against her tummy and petted her arms.

Mom glued her lips to my neck and began sucking there. The sensation started warm and grew to a tingling. I shivered from surprising pleasure until it began to hurt a little. Mom's lips popped away, and she grinned devilishly. "There. I've marked my little man."

I sat there blinking, not sure what she'd done.

Mom took advantage of my confusion. She stood up and unzipped her skirt. Wearing only panties, she knelt onto the couch and took my head into her hands. She kissed me patiently and passionately. Her tongue teased my lips until I opened them and let it enter. We tasted each other for delightful moments. The music shifted again, harps plucking rhythmically without melody.

The air warmed between us, and I shucked my pants. I didn't stop with them and was quickly naked except for my socks. Then Mom grasped my now hard peter. Her hand stroked it softly. "This is sex." She whispered hotly into my ear.

My hands tugged at her panties. They were gray, to my surprise. I wondered why I hadn't noticed when Mom disrobed. I only got them down about a foot from the nest they protected before Mom released my happy prong and pushed my shoulders, tipping me onto my back. Her head pounced and her mouth captured my stiffness. She licked and sucked and bobbed, mewling with fervor.

"Ohh, Momma!" I gasped! Her tongue and lips felt amazing as they worked to arouse me further.

"Mmmmm! MMMMmmm!" She growled like a tiger having a feast that she refused to share.

Hands roamed vigorously over naked flesh. She pleasured herself as she dined on my aching dick, then her hand would cup my balls and tickle my bum hole. The warmth between us became a glow, a halo erasing reality. The music came from inside us. Our bodies wriggled and petted. The room faded from our minds, and the surfaces where I ended and she began blurred.

"Turn about is fair play." I pushed at her bobbing head and tried to roll her on her back. She disgorged my penis with a quick lick of her lips. Mom rotated on the couch's limited width, holding me, preventing me from falling. I scooted down her body and she straightened across the cushions. My lips walked over one tit, pausing to nibble on its dark nub then traveled lower to her groomed, red nest. I pulled her panties further away.

She stretched her arms over her head, sighing happily. "This love is unlike any I've felt." She shivered at the first touch of my tongue to her moist groove.

I cautiously licked up her seeping juices, one swipe after another, licking higher until I could press my tongue hard against her clit and scour it with my tongue. She toyed with my hair and moaned, "Mmmm!"

Like a patient puppy, I licked at her sex. Stroke of tongue, stroke of tongue, stroke of tongue, stroke of tongue... I held her hips stable, to concentrate the sensations resulting from my efforts deep into her loins.

"AAaahh!!!" She cried out. Her body shuddered from a first orgasm. The warm glow around us closed in like soft blankets swaddling us. My soul drew closer to her. Intellect evaporated under our mutual heat. Our fires longed to burn as a single flame.

Mom's tremors subsided, but I prepared to invigorate greater ones. Shifting up her body, I held her sides and lay on top, resting my head between her heaving bosom. My lower half moved between her legs, kicking her panties off of one of her ankles and spreading her like an oriental fan. She hugged me when my blood filled member perched upon her seeping pout. She mewled gratefully.

Teettering on the precipice of intercourse, we held each other, our hearts burning. Our yearning had broken free from the barrier of time and we experienced infinite patience. "This sex isn't anything I've felt." I heard my own voice whisper. The fact that we had yet to join was not relevant. We would have orgasmed in each others' arms, purely from our blazing connection of spirit.

Nature, the goddess, blessed us, and my penis pushed into Mom's waiting vagina. It sank deep and rested. Our hearts pounded. Our bodies moved - glacially at first. Flesh glided within flesh, and our lubricated friction produced what felt like bright light. It shined into our loins as I worked my peter in and out of Mom. Her hips moved counter to mine, and we groaned as one.

"Momma." I panted. My cock plunged merrily through her wet slit.

"Oh, my baby." She hugged me and ground her hips against my thrusts.

Our vision blurred as the halo surrounding us caught the light shining from our connection. We held each other dearly and physically expressed our fervent desire. Our lips met passionately. Our fingers dug into our backs. Our bodies drummed ecstasy seething through our frames, and we breathed with conjoined lungs, gasping, shouting, bucking wildly!

I orgasmed without cumming. She orgasmed with growing waves of joy.

It felt as if I was gliding through warm snow; slick, fast, and heady. Her slopes molded to me, as we sought to be closer, the barriers of our skin breaking away from friction and pounding. Muscles entwined, and sinews knotted, drawing the reach of my plowing manhood closer to her womb.

Ears numb to the shouts and cries echoing around us, heard our two hearts' as a single rhythm. We drummed flesh towards onrushing crescendo.

"Momma!"

"Billy!"

Our hips were orchestra symbols, smashing and snapping together to reverberate as one instrument. The lips at the end of my erection clamped their kiss upon the lips of her cervix, and my pressurized bulb launched an powerful stream of cum, like a dam releasing floodwaters.

The light flared through us, expanding like a stellar nova, destruction replaced by pleasure! We floated in the light, rapturous. Like twin stars our colliding orbits danced across time and space. Heat, light, and power hummed through our closed circuit of nerves.

Even as joy faded and our levitating bodies descended back to the couch, our connection proved incorruptible. We had no words left in our lungs. They heaved to re-oxygenate our blood and reanimate our thoughts. We clung madly, while incestuous seed swept through Mom's grail.

We lie conjoined, enraptured, juices weeping from our sexes, eyes closed, the music of our hearts in decelerando until all was at rest.

Was this the pinnacle of Ms. Laghari's teaching? I couldn't imagine a greater sexual experience. I lay naked upon Mom's nakedness. Sweat bonding us like the weakest glue, I pondered the inexplicable.

Mom faced reality with clarity and priority. "You came in me, Billy!" She cooed.

The joy I felt wavered. "I-I didn't mean to..."

"I never dreamed it would feel like that." Joy beamed from her face. "I had hoped for so long ... a quickie would have sufficed, but this was beyond love and sex."

"Daddy's gonna be real sad if I made a baby in you!" I sniffled a few tears, yet joy swirled through my body like a traitor.

"He loves you, Billy." She hugged me and whispered. "Don't cry."

"I-I can't help it. Dad should be the father."

"Then we should give him a chance to replace your sperm with his."

Her proposal was preposterous. It was too late! Instead of arguing from reason, my guilt spoke. "I was gonna wear a condom. I took some from Dad and put them under the couch." I sobbed, "I didn't even think of them!"

"It's okay." Mom soothed. She held me and kissed my temple. Her lips grinned against my forehead. "They wouldn't have made any difference." A single chuckle twitched from her throat.

"What do you mean? They're very effective!"

"Billy." Mom's voice sharpened. "Last Thursday, I took a sewing needle and punctured every condom in our home. I was obsessed."

I had to see. I fumbled below for the three packets. Grabbing one, I held it up to evening sunlight flooding our apartment. In the shadow of the foil packet, tiny stars shined through. I gasp! Her humor passed me by, but my guilt eased. A last hope for salvation was Mom's mysterious proposal. "You said Dad could replace my cum. That's not possible! Why did you say that?"

Mom scooted up to a sitting position, one better suited for a lesson. I could only imagine my cum seeping onto the vinyl clad cushion beneath her. "Have you ever wondered why a penis has a flared ridge around it?"

"No." I pouted.

"It evolved to form a seal around the walls of a vagina?"

"So?"

"Humans are a randy species, and women in the past had many partners, often during the same night. When a hard penis has intercourse with a vagina filled by another man's seed, the shape of the head and its flange work like a pump. It pulls cum right out a woman! When the new man ejaculates, his deluge can overwhelm the previous man's remaining sperm.

The concept was amazing! I looked at my half hard pecker. I only wanted to gape at it's incredible shape, but it began to stiffen.

Mom gave a sly grin and decoupled our arms. She went to the counter. I noticed a thin trail of fluid running halfway down the inside of her right thigh. Mom used her phone to make a call. "Glen, you need to come home right away."

An animal growled inside my chest. She was trying to help Dad be the father of her next child. I wanted him to come home as quickly as possible and clean up the mess I had made. Yet a twisted notion propelled me from the couch. I had to act fast - I reasoned without thinking the idea through.

"Yes, it's quite important!" Mom stressed.

Approaching her from behind, I curled my arms around her naked waist and nestled my crotch to her ass." She flinched in my grasp, but spoke calmly. "Tell your client that an appliance shorted and shocked me."

"I can help." I whispered. I pressed my face against her back, and my hands pulled, urging her to bend over, phone trembling in her hand. I worked my renewed erection under her bum's cleft and pegged the base of her vulva. "I'll pump it out, so Dad can replace it when he gets home."

Mom gasp when I entered her from behind! My prick hardened firmly within the hot folds of her cum slicked pussy. "Sorry, Glen. That appliance is still shorting! Cum home!" My hips rocked quickly to pump out my sperm from her weeping cunt. She hung up and nearly slammed the phone to the counter. "Billy!" She finally could shout! "Are you kidding me?"

"No, Momma!" I plunged her hole diligently. "I gotta get rid of my cum!"

Mom quieted then, except for a low groan. Her hands gripped the counter and she leaned further down, opening more of her sex to me. She even stepped wider to let me plunge deeper into her cum filled cunt. "Compared to what happened before, this is so raw." Mom didn't sound unhappy. Her ass pivoted against my thrusts. The patch of hair along her puss brushed the underside of my thrusting member. "I thought I'd never orgasm against after that experience, but you really know how to work your cock." She began to pant.

"Let me know when I've cleaned you out. Okay, Mom?"

"I'm not sure- Uuhnngghh!" She grunted and shook her head. "I don't know if this is a good idea, Billy, but I won't stop you from pumping out your cum!"

Fresh pleasure from my action to undo babies, washed away my ability to reason. Only thrusting in and out of Mom mattered. I had stopped crying, but I still felt guilty. I wouldn't stop thrusting until I had removed every sperm!

"Your father is very proud of you, Billy!" Mom's voice warbled from the thudding impacts of my crotch against her ass. "You saved me!"

"I don't understand." I panted, working hard to erase my mistake from her insides. "Your child might be mine instead of Dads!"

"When Jerome stopped by to pick up Jude, I asked him if I might see him later. He understood what I wanted- Oooogghhh!!" She groaned from my steady fucking.

"But we worked on chores all afternoon! And Dad came inside you."

"He did, Monday night, but not last night. I promised that I would get pregnant this week. I didn't want to go a day without cum in my cunt. After your father failed, I nearly went to you, but I know how you feel about Dad being the father. I made a deal with myself, that I would seduce Jude's father today, to make up for Glen's lapse. When you came home, I nearly told you to do chores alone, so I could be unfaithful, but at the last minute, to avoid making babies with Mr. Allister, I threw myself alongside you!" She confessed. "If we hadn't made love on the couch, I would have tied you up and given myself to our neighbor."

Her passionate confession was my downfall. Single-minded to atone for betraying Dad, I didn't sense my building arousal. When Mom described how she had struggled to avoid having sex with Mr. Allister, I suddenly imagined her in his manly arms, his cock plunging where my cock pumped. Unexpectedly, my body lurched against Mom's naked ass! My prick slammed deep into her evacuated recess, and my seminal bulb burst with a full, burning load of sticky cum! "AAAAAA!!!" I wailed! Lightning blasted my mind. I lost all reason to even pull out my spewing wand.

"You're cumming in me again!" Mom shouted from surprise! My orgasm issued shockwaves out of my clinging hips, shaking her ass, but she tried to console me. "It'll be okay, Billy. I'm sorry for not stopping you, but I can't sense when you've pumped out as much cum as possible."

I didn't cry, but guilt swarmed as the pleasure of my ejaculation subsided. I couldn't even let go of her, to pull out. Every glob of additional, thick goo splattered into her 'scrubbed clean' channel. Only when the last spray of cum emptied from my prick, did I retreat and exit with a sloppy plop. My erection softened quickly.

Mom heaved breathlessly. Her orgasms had been light but many. She straightened and leaned against the counter. Fresh drips ran down the insides of her thighs.

I stood pouting, upset, betrayed by my lust for her. I had to try again. "I need you, Mom."

"What do you mean?" She turned bleary eyes to me.

"You have to get me hard again."

"Why? Your father will be here soon."

"No. He's too far away!" I whined. "I need to pump you!"

Despite being well worn from our intense pleasures, Mom nodded and knelt down. "I can't refuse when you're like this." She slurped my cum coated penis into her mouth and sucked it clean. She didn't stop sucking until blood returned to my prick.

I didn't waste time moving us to the couch. I spread her on the carpet and plunged my renewed stiffy into Mom's cum laden hole. I tried my best to pump out every blob that I had accidentally poured into her. This time I focused on pulling out right before I came. That way I would have pumped out as much as possible. Then Dad would arrive and fill her with his rightful duty.

"Oh, Billy...," Mom was moaning again while I fucked purposefully in and out of her sensitized pussy. "I know you're full of youth and vigor, but a third time, so soon after our second, is incredible!"

I didn't want to treat Mom like Tanya. I needed to pleasure her as best I could without losing track of my state of arousal. I hugged and kissed and played my hands over Mom's nakedness while I worked to undo a terrible mistake! To prevent her from arousing me with her hands, I told her to masturbate as I humped steadily in and out. She gave herself at least two orgasms while I atoned. It took me a long time to reach my peak, having already spent myself twice.

"I'm getting close, Mom."

"You don't have to pull out, Billy." Mom wasn't thinking clearly as she shuddered from random orgasms, little and big. "It'll be okay. Your father loves you no matter what! You can cum in Momma again."

Her sexy words nearly tripped my trigger, but I told myself to pull out.

The front door opened with a loud swish! "Faun, what's the matter?" Dad called.

"STAY THERE, GLEN!" Mom shouted. She grabbed me and pulled me to her well used titties, forcing me to remain within her quivering sex.

My ass bucked one last time and I skewered deep. For the third time that day, my genitals issued globs and streams of boiling cum into her receptical. Our bodies writhed from the intense, final sensations of hot fluid filling her. She groaned through clenched jaws. I was too stunned by Dad's appearance to say anything. I had become a mere tool for impregnating my mother.

When Mom thought I had spilled all I could into her thrice fucked cunt, she rolled me off of her and shushed me. "Don't move!"

Mom staggered to her feet, calling out, "I'm okay, Glen. You traveled faster than I expected."

"I hired Tanya. She drives like the wind." Dad stepped forward. "What's going on?"

Mom met him before he could peek around the corner where I lay on the ground, wracked with pleasure and guilt. "We're going into the bedroom, My Love. I have another man's sperm in me, where it belongs. You finally have a live chance to experience your favorite fantasy."

Dad's breath suddenly whooshed in and out like a steam locomotive. I could hear it from around the corner. "Faun!" He gasp and followed her into the bedroom. He never once looked back.




[So ends Part 1 of Shota Impregnator. I have tons of notes for Part 2, but I'm going to take a long break. When I return I'll probably start a new thread.

I would very much like to hear thoughts from all of the readers. I apologize for grammar and spelling issues and inconsistencies and the many serious continuity errors. But I thoroughly enjoyed writing this.]
I love the Shota Impregnator series and was wondering if you have a zip or PDF file of the story?
 

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