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My Other Mother Ch. 01

By: Ameaner



Part 1

Do you know what most surprises are like when you grow up in a wealthy home? Generally unremarkable, but sometimes pleasant. I'm not saying life is a party, some cloud nine affair without concerns of any sort, just different concerns. 

As for worries, well you get them too but, no matter your postal code, life always provides the chance of a great big, unpleasant surprise. A surprise bigger than any you might have thought possible, even probable, and with sudden new worries to go with it that make your old ones seem as laughable as they were.

Take my High School graduation, for example. There I was, receiving my diploma with honours and championship standing on the swim team, my mother smiling proudly from the fleet of chairs in the huge gymnasium and pointing the camcorder at me, waving as I smiled back at her. That was no surprise, (her Gestapo like dedication to my education is hugely responsible for my marks) but the empty chair beside her was a surprise, alright. Dad wasn't the best father in the world, nor the best husband going by some of my mother's shouted accusations the past few years, but this was way beneath even his style. I figured there was a good reason. 

I was right.

The day after, after the prom and the ensuing party with my friends that ended with me screwing the hell out of my girlfriend, Staci, in the back of my Hummer, my surprise was deepened. I woke up and came down for breakfast, being told then by Mum that there was still no word from him. I stayed home and, using the phone, excused myself from the day's planned activities with my friends to wait and experience a new kind of worrying with her. 

At three o'clock, Mum called his office and that's when they got to be surprised because, as far as they knew, he'd been on vacation for a week. Mum didn't explain before she thanked them and hung up, turning to stare at me with a blank expression before she told me what they'd said. 

It wasn't as if Dad wasn't always gone, but when he did leave on his frequent business trips, he usually let us know, even if it was his secretary calling from the office after he'd already left for the airport. This was different. He'd missed my graduation without so much as a message, but beyond that it just felt different. Looking back, I may have just been reacting to how Mum seemed about it. 

Two detectives visited us the very next day. We feared the worst, as anybody would, my first experience in the true art of fretting coming to a head as Mum invited them in.

Well, we couldn't have imagined what they'd tell us. We both just sat there, stunned and speechless at the news that dear ol' Dad had disappeared, presumably having fled the country, just ahead of a lot of "very serious fraud charges". They also informed us that we were now being investigated in order to ascertain whether or not we were involved.

Just over a month later, by the time the Vancouver Police and the RCMP were done with us, we realized that the term, "very serious fraud charges", was a terrific understatement. If there was any doubt, it was cleared up as we stood in front of what was once our beautiful home while watching the locksmith change the locks on the front door. We each had a suitcase, the clothes on our backs and one thousand Dollars Cash that Mum had stashed somewhere in the house in case of emergency. This seemed to qualify, alright.

At the time, I could only mumble, "Fuck."

She didn't even bother to give me flack for my language.

Part 2

My name is Steven Golding, and on August ninth, twenty-eleven, the day I should have been getting out of my Hummer at the beach to celebrate my eighteenth birthday, I was actually stepping off of a city bus with my mother at a place called King Square in the Maritime city of Saint John, clear across the country from where we started. 

I felt sorry for her, standing there in her slightly snug, black casual slacks and light purple pullover with a short V-neck. She never looked her age, sometimes appearing as much as ten years younger with long blonde hair, hazel eyes and six inches shorter than my six-one. Both of us were feeling three feet shorter after the public nightmare we'd just somehow survived. There was really no resemblance to the people we were just over a month ago, no more than there was between us, my eyes being blue, my hair dark with completely different facial features, but there wasn't any resemblance between me and my father, either. At the time, that was probably for the best. 

She looked around herself, both hands protectively clutching her suitcase to her thighs as a man who looked like he'd just been thrice run over by a car ambled by, looking at her large boobs and soft, curvy hips.

I was worried for both of us, but more her. She really didn't seem to be adjusting since that day we watched the locksmith at work.

Something you should understand about my mother is that when Dad was gone at work, away on a business trip or whatever, there was never any doubt as to who was in charge and I never once while growing up, ever heard her say anything like, "You just wait 'till your father get's home!" She never felt there was any need for waiting and punishment from her was more undesirable than it was from my father.  

As an example, when I was in grade eleven, a few of my friends decided to break into a local convenience store. The cops came by to question me about it and, after lying my face off to them, I had to endure another interrogation from my mother that made the one the cops conducted look like the joke it was. 

As soon as they were gone, she grabbed me by the hair at the top on my head and sat me down on the couch and started ragging, giving my face a medium force slap every now and then when my eyes wandered from hers, demanding to know everything I didn't tell the cops. (I never lied to her because she was always too smart for that and the results always ranged from bad to horrific every time I did) I told her everything, how I knew it was going to happen and when, exactly who all was involved and that I opted out when asked to participate. She went on ragging me out about the company I keep and how easily they could ruin my life, how I had to think of my future, that she didn't invest seventeen years of her life to see me end up in jail, that she was going to keep me on a short apron string from then on, so on and so forth. She'd maintained her fistful of my hair while she 'explained' these things to me, every once in a while shaking me roughly, angrily, to be sure she'd made her point, slapping the shit out of me afterward. Of course, I stood for it.

Standing there in the Square, her features were as transparent as the bus shelter we stood beside, allowing me and anyone else who cared to look to see her fear and indecision. This wasn't my mother and even I knew that she needed to be her old, strong, sometimes incredibly bitchy self if we were ever going to make it.

"Mum," I said, getting her to focus on me. "Here, give me your suitcase, you take the map."

"Why? Where are we going?"

" ... First we gotta get a newspaper so we can find a place to stay. Remember we talked about this last night?"

"Yes. Okay. Uh... Over there," she said, looking about herself again and pointing across the street at the newspaper box there.

"Lead on, then," I allowed, taking her suitcase and giving her that role in the hopes it would lift her spirits somehow.

It seemed to work a little. I followed behind her as she marched across the sidewalk, her head held just a little higher, maybe with some remembered parental responsibility. She paid the box, took a newspaper and then led the way across another sidewalk and into the square.

There was a huge, two storey gazebo in the center of the nicely mowed, grassy park area with paved walkways that were lined with benches, flower beds and some scattered shrubbery. We sat near the gazebo, only the lightest Atlantic breeze ruffling the pages on that warm day in early August as she performed a focused search up and down the 'apartments for rent' columns, her gold coloured Parker held in her perfect white teeth until she found something that looked as promising as our cash reserves could afford. 

Before long, we were off again, both the newspaper and the map folded in her hands, her stride yet a little more purposeful, chin higher as I followed my mother to a pay phone. She briefly spoke to someone concerning the apartment before we went to look at what would hopefully be a roof over our heads.

It was, but not much more.

"Hello, we just spoke on the phone?" Mum politely, if nervously told the Superintendant who greeted us outside the four story brick building on the corner. Wisely using her maiden name to avoid any recognition the media had provided for, she introduced herself.

"I'm Kathleen Burchell, this is my son, Steven."

The Super was just about her height, maybe a half inch taller, stocky but not exactly fat with graying hair and somewhat dark complexion. He was dressed in green work clothes and a red, sleeveless jackshirt, work boots looking like they were produced the same year as the approximately two hundred year old structure he maintained. 

He looked us over, his pale, almost washed out blue eyes glancing over Mum's body like those of the traffic accident victim had earlier. He smiled, stuck his meaty hand out and replied.

"Joe Blanchard, pleased to meet you."

"Likewise," Mum told him, shaking his hand while I nodded a silent hello, barely polite after his blatant indiscretion with my mother's body.

"May as well just go on up," he suggested before opening the solid steel door and walking in, correctly assuming we'd follow.

It wasn't an apartment at all. Not even close. It was a room, approximately ten by ten feet. Just as dingy as the stairs and hallway, there was a single, tall window directly opposite the door. The plaster walls were painted an old, filthy yellow with royal blue trim. On the right wall was a fireplace and mantle, a steel cover bolted securely over the opening that was covered in god knows how many layers of thick paint. The left wall showcased a large area of missing plaster, tinder dry, horizontal slats showing like ribs. There was no furniture and nothing at all sitting on the heavily scuffed and scratched hardwood floor, save for the plaster that had fallen from the wall, the only fixture being a naked bulb in the center of the twelve foot ceiling. 

"This is it," Joe said, as though to casually confirm our worst fears. Glancing at Mum's chest again, he added, "Like I told you, the rent's a hundred bucks a week, heat and power included, paid every week on Friday. Fifty bucks for you right now, since you're getting here on a Tuesday, and you can pay in advance if you want."

"Uh... Mum dithered, taking a second look around and wrinkling her nose despite her best efforts to remain polite. "What about the uh, bathroom?"

"Down the hall, on the left."

"You mean...?" I asked, dreading his answer.

"Communal bathroom, one per floor," he answered me, confirming another fear for us.

We looked at each other, silently conveying our horror and disbelief.

"How many other people on this floor?" I asked.

"Five right now," he said. "There's a lock on the bathroom door, though. Look, I don't wanna rush you, but I gotta be somewhere for three-thirty."

" ... Alright..." Mum responded, nodding and resignedly digging into her purse. 

He removed a receipt book from his shirt pocket, made one out, tore it off and traded Mum for the crisp, red bill she'd produced. After a last look at her chest, he wished us a good day and left, closing the door behind him.    

I put the suitcases down and we both just looked at the door as some loud Blues music started up somewhere beneath our room. Mum turned around and hugged me. She held me tight, the full breasts that Joe couldn't seem to keep his eyes from pressing into my chest, cheek on my shoulder as she cried silently. All I could do was hold her as tight as she held me, feeling much the same way as I willed my eyes to look around our new home once again.

After a minute, she moved away and looked up at me, wiping her eyes and managing a crooked smile, saying, "It's just us now."

"We'll be alright, Mum. Don't worry, okay?"

I had no idea if we'd be alright, or not.

Part 3

I'd gone out on a mission after Joe the pig took his leave of us, looking for food and the things we had to have at rock bottom prices, free wherever possible. After our social retreat across the country and by the time I'd completed seven trips, our 'savings' were whittled down to one hundred, seventy-three Dollars.

Meanwhile, Mum had managed to clean our new home up a little, having removed the fallen plaster from the floor, lugging it all down to the dumpster in the back alley using one of our suitcases. With a mop and bucket she'd found in the bathroom, she cleaned the floor up quite well and her ankle length, white silk bathrobe covered the lower portion of the window, which she'd also cleaned along with its sill.

She seemed a lot better by the time I'd completed my last trip, moving around purposefully, beginning to take charge like she always did. I figured it was the natural nesting instinct that women have showing its confident usefulness as she who makes the home.

It was late by the time we got things set up in our cramped quarters and, both of us feeling wiped out, we decided to just turn in. We both had to get right to job hunting the next day.

"Steven? ... Honey?"

"Ummm?" I responded, trying to pretend I'd been sleeping where I was bedded down on the hardwood floor for the night, one blanket below me, another to cover myself with.

"I know you weren't sleeping," she said from above me on the ancient, twin sized, spring frame bed I'd found.

"You're not sleeping on the floor and that's it," I told her. "I can't have my mother-"

"I can't have my son going to look for work tomorrow after a night on the floor and I am still your mother."

"You're going to look for work tomorrow too, how would it help you any more than me?"

She drew the sheet aside and said, "Just get in."

" ... What, like... both of-"

"Steven, for god's sakes, I'm your mother. I'm sure you're safe in the same bed with me."

"It's not even big enough."

"There's just enough room to manage it and I won't get any sleep while you're down there, anyway. Come on, we both have to be at our best tomorrow."

I didn't move. Of course, I'd slept with Mum before, as a kid during lightening storms and after nightmares. Things were different at that age though, weren't they? 

For whatever reason, I remembered her nicely rounded ass and soft, curvy hips as I followed her around earlier that day, subtly encouraging her to be the strong, decisive woman she'd always been with her son toting her bag for her, walking dutifully behind. 

Now, I've always been the horny type, much hornier (and more imaginative about it) than my friends, I'm quite sure, although I hadn't exactly carried out any surveys with them on the subject. In most cases, my perverted imagination actually makes porn seem kinda weak in comparison, but I've never, ever had any thoughts of that type toward Mum, despite how good she looks. And Mum does look very good, lots of my friends have confirmed it and they weren't just talking about her beautiful face, either. Hey, a guy like my father wouldn't have married any woman that he couldn't think of as a personal achievement. 

I continued to look up at her, trying to banish fresh thoughts of her boobs in that slightly snug sweater with the short sleeves and how she pressed them to my chest after Joe-

"Steven, I told you to get in bed with me," she informed, that serious, parental edge in her tone.

That tone was the reason I rose from the floor, bringing my blankets along with a slight case of nerves, but mostly leaving my stupid thoughts of her body behind on the floor. 

It was pretty hot and our semi luxury suite wasn't equipped with AC at the moment, so I only had a pair of boxers on under the blanket. I'd turned around earlier while Mum was getting changed and into bed underneath the single sheet it was made up with. I couldn't quite tell what she had on in the glow from the streetlight outside the window, but it looked white and at least somewhat revealing as I began getting in.

"Don't bring those blankets, it's too hot. Just get under the sheet. ... There you are. Now, isn't that better than the floor?" she asked approvingly, covering us with the sheet after I got somewhat settled.

"Yeah," I admitted, my body relaxing a little, my mind not at all.

"Oh, no." she complained.

"Yeah, I..." 

"The springs in the frame must be worn out," she guessed.

It was either that, or the fact the thing just wasn't made for two adults, but one sure fact of the matter was how the middle sagged in the small area between us, just low enough to make us eventually slide down into it, pressed tightly against one another.

"I can just..." I strained, trying to work my way back up to the edge, feeling her trying to do the same.

"Okay..." Mum said, "I've got the wall, so I can't... Ump! Oh, darn..."

It wasn't working for me, either. We both gave up and, over the course of about five seconds, slid down into the depression again, being pressed firmly against one another, half on our backs and half on our sides. We faced each other with sober expressions over this final injustice of the day, an extremely surprising whiff of alcohol reaching my senses from her full lips, and that's when she suddenly laughed aloud. 

I suppose it was the absurdity of the situation, possibly just a release from the stress we'd been under for the last month or so. At the very least, it could be chalked up to her appreciation for that kind of humour, the other side of her sometimes strict demeanor as my mother. As someone who had every episode of Are You Being Served and Keeping up Appearances recorded on CD, it's really not surprising she'd laugh at a time like that.

In any case, I could only laugh with her, this relieving my nerves at being so close to what I suddenly and personally recognized as a very beautiful and desirable woman.

Once we stopped, she twisted more on her side, saying in a light tone, "Come on, get on your side, or I'll end up right on top of you."

"Okay," I said, humour still in my tone, but soon finding myself with another predicament, that being Mum's impressive bust line crushed firmly against me. "Uh, Mum..."

"What?" she asked, resting her hand on my side.

"Well, we're... your br- ... Your..."

"My breasts?" she asked, humour still in her voice. "Look, Steven, there's just no choice, alright? It's not like this would ever... Just accept it. Here, put your hand on my side like mine is on yours so you can at least brace yourself and be comfortable. ... Right. Now, stick your top knee between mine."

"What?"

"Stop being a baby."

I did it, not feeling a hem on the top of my thigh and wondering if what she was wearing was that short, or if it had ridden up.

"There, isn't that better?"

"Well... yeah."

"Of course it is. You can sleep like this, right?"

"I guess, it's just..."

"I said stop being a baby."

Whatever she had on, it was silk and slippery. My hand didn't want to stay, so I simply allowed my forearm to lie over the small of her back, the inside of my elbow resting on her waist. After I shifted again, it was more comfortable. Quite comfortable, in fact.

"Now you're getting the hang of it," Mum said, herself shifting again, giving my bare side a little rub of approval as her face settled about an inch from mine on the single pillow.


My Other Mother Ch. 01



"Cozy." She commented.

"Uh huh," I replied, allowing myself to experience her body's clean scent.

" ... Steven, I'm sorry."

"For what?" I asked, expecting that she'd changed her mind and was about to send me back to the floor.

"Everything. Just look at us. Sharing this so-called bed in this rat hole. Being dirt poor and-"

"It's not your fault, Mum. Why are you apologizing?"

"Hm. Not my fault? Honey, I was his wife. I should have seen it. Maybe I was just too distracted by..."

" ... He really did cheat on you, didn't he?"

"Yes. Different women."

"Aw, Mum, I'm sorry. What a bastard," I disgustedly determined.

"Watch your language. And now who's apologizing for him? But no, I should have seen it."

"I don't see how you could've," I judged, trying to keep my mind from the proximity of her body. "I didn't see it and I led my Business Prep class. Not even his victims saw it, and some of those guys were pretty sharp businessmen."

"I was his wife, like I told you." She said, heaving a deep breath, pressing her bare upper chest harder against mine to let it out in with a sigh. "It wouldn't matter if I couldn't tell a five from a twenty, I should have seen it."

"Woman's intuition?" I asked doubtfully as my cock horrifyingly twitched in my boxers.

"Something like that."

"Don't blame yourself, it's not your fault. You didn't do anything wrong."

"After being treated like I have by the authorities all this time..."

" ... Yeah. Yeah, I got that too. It's bullshit, though, put it out of your mind."

"Language," she said, a little more stern this time.

" ... What I just don't get is why he didn't at least take us with him. I mean, holy sh- Shriners," I corrected.

"Nice save. Well, honey... I'm sure Phyllis would have found that inappropriate. You know?"

" ... Ph- Phyllis!?"

"Yeah."

"Phyllis Traynor!?" I demanded, taken completely aback, even to the point of temporarily forgetting about my twitchy dick. "Our nutritionist!? The sticklady!?"

"That sticklady is fifteen years younger than I am and in a lot better shape."

"She's a skinny little whore! Did you tell the cops?"

That word was okay with Mum. In fact, I'm sure she was the first person I'd ever heard use it. Later in life, after she gave me the sex talk and warned me up and down about them, it became a common term she'd use when referring to Staci, my ex girlfriend.

"I saw no need to help them, given the way they treated us."

" ... Yeah, I suppose. But to leave you for her..."

"Honey, when men get to a certain age..."

"What?" We go blind and crazy? Jeez, Mum, you look fifty billion times better than her, I can't believe I'm even in the same bed with a woman who looks li- ... like... I didn't mean- Mum, I just meant that you're-!" 

I could just make out her wide smile as she moved her face closer and kissed my cheek, interrupting my hasty explanations and making my penis twitch again as she said, "I know what you meant, and I appreciate it. Thank you, hon."

She snuggled a little closer, moving her hand from my side to the back of my head.

"I love you, baby. I raised you good."

" ... I love you, too." 

"Mmm. My good boy. Thank god we at least have one another."

"Yeah," I agreed as I felt my penis suddenly get a bit bigger, making my heart rate speed up, my gut begin to cramp in typical nervous reaction.

"And you were right in what you said earlier, we will be alright. I know it, and thanks so much for-"

"Mum, I gotta turn," I interrupted, trying to sound casual as I moved suddenly away from her, my cock defying all propriety now in a rapid, unstoppable rise to attention.

"What? Why?" she asked as I tried to squirm around to my back in order to get my hardening prick away from her body.

"I- I got a cramp, I have to-"

"Steven, what- Whoa!"

When I twisted my upper body to follow my pelvis, I somehow dug myself down underneath her as she, having been bracing herself on me, tumbled right down on top of me. Before I knew it, her breasts were practically in my face, my almost full erection sandwiched between us as she looked down at me, long blonde hair hanging with an expression of confused irritation. 

"Steven! What in-? ... Oh- Oh, my!"

"Oh my God!" I moaned, embarrassed and fearful of what she'd think as she quickly got off me, allowing both of us to return to our sides. "I'm sorry, I... it just..."

"Uhh... Steven, honey... "

"I- I just- Oh, no!" 

Steven... I'm your mother," she said, me just barely able to make out her puzzled frown and furrowed brow in the available light. She cocked her head and tried to ask, "How could...?"

"I don't know, it just happened!" I tried to explain, flushed beet red in my humiliation. "It's not my fault!"

"You're saying it's mine?"

"No, I- Mum, I'm getting back on the floor, this is... oh, my god!"

I began to get up as she watched, still with that expression when her features smoothed out a bit. She put a hand on my shoulder and stopped me.

"Just stay," she quietly instructed.

"But I can't-"

"I should be the one to apologize. I know how eighteen year old guys are and I know how you are. I'm sorry I made you feel uncomfortable."

"But I-" 

"Steven, it's okay. And if Mummy says its okay, than it is. Right?"

" ... Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Mum."

(oh my fuuuuck!)

"Steven?"

"Yes?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes, Mum."

"I know you do. I only wanted to hear you say it. Now, I want you to hear a few things, so just listen, alright?"

"Okay..." I fearfully agreed, still trying to keep my now fully hardened rod from contact with her body.

"Good boy. First of all, as I was saying before your, um... condition came up... I'd like to thank you for taking care of me up till now. I'm sorry I kind of flaked out on you for a while there... I had to- I was wrestling some tough personal decisions. I had to be what I had to be to get through, but we will be alright. I promise you, Son, everything will be just fine, but I need your trust and support. And obviously, our living arrangement is going to be a bit different from now on. We may have to get used to a... a certain necessary immodesty with each other until we're back on top. There'll be strains between us, but we'll deal with them; we'll love and trust one another and we'll stay together, adapt and overcome. I just need you to relax and trust me implicitly. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mum."

With that, she pulled me closer, encouraging the comfortable arrangement we'd had before I embarrassed myself.

"Mmmm. I'm sorry I made you feel bad. I know it doesn't mean anything and that you can't help it, so you just go to sleep now and don't worry. Mummy's going to be... just fine."

I didn't go to sleep for a little while. I lay there listening to her breathe as she slept, feeling the swell of her breasts press against me each time her lungs filled as my rock hard member throbbed my heavy pulse against her smooth, satin covered belly.

Part 4

The next morning, over an old formica topped table with rusted chrome legs, we ate a breakfast of peanut butter sandwiches. I was almost afraid to look at her in the silk robe she'd temporarily removed from the window, not knowing what to think about what happened last night, but whenever she caught my glancing eye, she would only smile warmly, just like the Kathleen Golding I always knew and called Mum.

I understand that stressful situations, especially prolonged ones, can have an effect on people's behaviour, but I had a damned hard time attributing Mum's allowance of my sleeping with her like that to our radical change in lifestyle and the shock that led up to it. Maybe it was that she'd been drinking in addition, but that was something else. I'd never, ever in my life smelled booze off her, had never so much as seen her with a drink in her hand. Mum was always the proper lady. She never put up with any crap, not from me, Dad, or anyone and I've heard things from friends whose parents told them of her staunch, proper and difficult ways at PTA meetings, sometimes verbally attacking people as though she were standing behind a pulpit. She's just not the kind of woman who would allow her own son's hard cock pressed up against her all night, not under any circumstances. At least I didn't think so.

A bit later, while she was showering in the bathroom down the hall, I committed the ultimate crime, something I'd never done, didn't want to do, couldn't believe I'd have the nerve and disrespect to do it, but I had to.

I snooped through her purse. 

I found a full, unopened pint of Smirnoff vodka, another three quarter full pint of Bacardi's white rum. I closed her purse, making sure everything was exactly the way I'd left it before going about preparing some instant coffee, wondering how and when she got the booze and if I should say something to her about it. I decided not to, at least not right then. Besides, it was too hard to think about much of anything beyond the night I just spent with her.

After coffee, she got up and went to sit on the bed, her hair and makeup done and looking absolutely perfect as she gave me another one of those warm smiles. She wore a tailored, sensible summer dress of deep maroon with a floral pattern that accentuated her curves without making her look indecent, its hem just above her knees. She looked great in it and I wondered if I was seeing her differently because of the night before.

"Steven, come here."

I went and sat beside her, disturbingly having to make sure my eyes were on her face, not her chest. She took one of my hands in hers and began to speak.

"Son... things are going to be a little different from now on, like I told you last night. Your mum... You may notice that I act differently, but I want you to know that no matter what happens, I love you. Everything I do is for us and I'll never, ever hurt or abandon you. I'm so serious when I say you have to trust in me and do as I say, but there'll come a time when you'll have to help me. At that point, I'll be depending on you to take control, no matter how I'm acting, no matter what I'm doing or saying. You're the stable one here, never forget that, and I'll be counting on you when I can no longer count on myself to... save me. From myself."

"I'm not sure I understand," I said.

"You will. You're a smart young man and you'll know exactly what needs to be done and when. Just you make sure you do it, okay?"

"Okay."

"Promise me, hon."

"I promise I'll save you, Mum."

"Good boy. It's just us, you know, like I told you yesterday. Us against the world and you're the only person I trust now. I'm the only person you can trust now. Okay?"

"I totally trust you and you can totally trust me," I truthfully said.

"I know, hon. C'mere. Get a bit comfy with me for a while before you go shower. I'm going to tell you a little story so you might understand your Mum a bit better."

She moved further back on the bed so that her back was against the wall and crossed her stretched out legs in front of her while I settled beside her.

"What I'm about to tell you, I've told no other person, not even your father. I'm telling you because we have a connection, you and I. We're directly related and really, this is something you should know anyway. It has to do with where I come from."

"The orphanage?" I asked.

"No. I know that's what I always told you and everyone else, but it's not true, I didn't come from any orphanage at all."

Now I was interested. At this point with her, how could I not be?

"Once upon a time," she sighed, "there was a young man named Walton Burchell. A very intelligent, handsome, good man, Walton was quite the catch for the woman he eventually met, one Marie Long. Marie Long was also a pretty smart little cookie, but in different ways than Walton was. He was good with money, a natural businessman like yourself. Marie had a different kind of intelligence, what you might call 'people smart'. She was this five foot nothing, beautiful, blonde sex-doll who, unbeknownst to poor Walton, had spent time in the psych ward off and on. He was immediately drawn to her child like mentality, her girlish voice and appearance, no doubt turned on by it like a lot of men would be. 

"They had a good relationship for a while; she kept him happy, he made her happy and much more settled along with the medications she was taking, which she told him were for a kidney disorder. Unfortunately, those medications were not for kidney disorders, they were for a mental disorder, but he didn't find that out until her condition worsened in time, after he'd married and fathered three girls by her. The oldest girl was named Ashleigh, the middle child Sheila, and the youngest, Kathleen. Me. You know where this happened?"

"Where?" I asked, entirely focused on her now.

"Right here. Saint John. I was born here and this was my hometown until we moved to Toronto when I was eight because of something my mother did. I don't know what it was, I never did find out and I expect I never will now, but the important part here is that crazy people never get better, only and always worse. By the time I was a teenager, she was much worse.

"Ashleigh moved out before she was old enough to work, just to get away from her. Sheila and I,... Hm. Sheila. We were only a little over a year apart and best friends growing up, inseparable. And we were there, day in and day out, witnessing Mum's crazies becoming worse and worse every year, not understanding then why Ashleigh left, or what was going on until we were old enough to figure things out for ourselves.

"The first hint was how she'd come to sometimes jump Dad's bones as soon as he got in the door, even right in front of us. He tried to push her off, reminding her that we were in the room and all, but she'd turn and scream at us, telling us to leave them alone so she could 'fuck him in peace'. If that wasn't a wakeup call, the escalating mental and physical abuse when he wasn't around was. I mean, she'd always done things to us ever since I could remember, but she became obsessed with him to the point of being jealous of us and things steadily went from bad to worse.

"Now... these things, these... mental disorders... They run in families, hon. That means that Sheila and- ... Well, Sheila turned out to be a whore. A total whore. That's why when I warn you about whores, you should listen because I've seen it up close and at its very worst. I know what whores are all about, I know what they do and I can spot one from a mile away, thanks to Sheila. Once she was old enough to discover alcohol and partying, that's what she became, and one thing you can't imagine is a person with a mental disorder on alcohol. And she did have a mental disorder. Any girl who slept around like she did would have to. She was attractive, too. Oh yes, she had no trouble at all finding men to fulfill her ever unsatisfied need to have them inside her.

"The scary thing was that I was no different, except that I was able to control myself and... when I drink... Well, it's different with me than it was for her. I'm not quite like her, but I, ummm..."

"Mum, you don't have to tell me anything you're uncomfortable talking about, you know."

"I know. But, like I say, it's important that you hear this so that you'll know how to take care of me when the time comes."

She heaved a heavy sigh, squeezing my hand a little, and went on.

"Sheila and Mum never got along. I mean, she hated us both because she was insanely jealous and afraid we'd take Dad away from her, but she especially hated Sheila and used to beat her around a lot, more than she did me, and Sheila came to hate her so much... Well, she was always a funny one when it came to revenge. Dad was quite depressed and long since at his wits end with Mum. It didn't take much for his loving, completely understanding daughter to seduce him. She did it to spite Mum."

"Sh- she...?"

"Yup. By this time, Sheila had no limitations between her legs whatsoever."

"What happened then?"

" ... Days later... Dad shot himself in the head with his father's service revolver."

"Holy..."

"That was all Mum needed. She'd been slipping further and further over the years and this was all her fragile mentality could handle. Whatever was left of her sanity flew out of her mind and she was committed to an asylum for good. For all I know, she's still there."

"Um... you never..."

"Visited? No. When she found out Dad killed himself... Well, I found him, you see. We'd come home from a doctor's appointment and I found him first. I told her, totally in shock and she almost killed me after she went to see. I was lucky to survive her that day. She just totally snapped and came at me with a paring knife. It was my neighbors who called the Police, once I was able to smash her with a lamp and run next door. God, she was outside their door going crazy, trying to get at me. She'd have killed me for sure."

Here, Mum drew the neckline of her dress aside and down, exposing the top of her right bra cup to point out two short, faded white scars just above it for my wide eyes.

"She almost did, too. Stabbed me twice before I could get away."

" ... Mum..."

It was all I could say. I hugged her in my loss for words and, after a minute, she finished her story in my arms.

"Sheila disappeared. I never saw her again after that day and I've always believed she found him before we got home and took off out of guilt, or fear of Mum, maybe both. Good thing for her too, because I'd have killed her for what she did to Dad. I have no idea what ever happened to her since then and it was... You know, we were so close. We even had this little pact, an oath that we would name our first born daughters after one another. Hm."

"Geez, Mum, I don't know what to say. Holy... geez."

"It's alright. I got beyond it in time, but I needed you to know. See, as I said, I've learned that some people should stay away from the bottle and when the time is right, you'll have to act. You'll have to save me from myself, but until then..."

Tears ran down her cheeks as the shaky confidence she'd found the evening before faltered, the woman who got off the bus with me the day before threatening a return. But, as she looked straight ahead, what my mother was trying to tell me began to take form in my mind.

"Mum... maybe you shouldn't-"

"Go get your shower now. We have a busy day ahead, hon."

" ... But-"

"Just go take a shower. We'll talk a bit more when you get back."

When I did get back, her incredible story still in my mind, she was sitting on the bed where I left her, except the pint of rum was beside her and now a bit less than half full. 

But that's not what really grabbed my attention.

Her palms were together in front of her face, forefingers touching her lips as though she were praying to the door before I came in. Her face and eyes were absolutely expressionless and the best way I can describe her is as a very advanced computer working out strategies. If I was shocked by her behaviour the night before, I was completely unhinged at that moment. I couldn't rip my gaze away from her eyes, those light brown eyes with their pinpoint pupils boring right through me, unusually bright. At the same time, they implied a darkness that wasn't visible, not really there to see, but seemingly absorbing all the light in the room and completely devoid of anything my mother normally held in her eyes. They were more like the eyes of a shark as it eats some hapless diver. 

It's difficult to explain, but she was, in effect, another mother.

"Close the door. Come sit," she monotoned.

I did as asked, mostly out of that sudden and abstract fear of her. She separated her hands and put her arm around me as I leaned against the wall beside her, turning to me in the same instant that her face came alive with warm emotion, save for those awful, empty eyes.




My Other Mother Ch. 01



"Steven, hon, do you know how things get done?"

"How?"

"People get them done. Things never get themselves done. Are you listening closely, sweetie pie?"

(sweetie pie?)

"Yes, Mum, I'm listening."

"There are some people who can get nothing done. There are a lot more who can get some things done, but rare is the individual who can get everything done. Mummy is one of those rare individuals. I know how to subtly make people do things they might not want to normally do because I know how people are. I know how people think and what motivates their self serving little actions. Your Aunt Sheila does too, but she was too much of a stupid whore to really make it work for her, beyond maneuvering a cock inside her." she added as a sort of surprisingly crude footnote. 

"Your father was one of the many, one of those great unwashed who had a talent waiting to be exploited, and the way you grew up is largely due to me, not him. Were it not for me, he never would have gotten off the ground and, like the idiot he was, he forgot about that good woman who stands behind every successful man. He came to think he was smarter than me and started doing things his own way behind my back, but look where it got him. He got greedy and, if there's one thing I always told that stupid, fickle son of a whore, it was not to get greedy. The old me, this me... I'd have seen it right away, beyond the distraction of Phyllis, even. Well...

"Steven," she continued, "while you're out today, I want you to concentrate on meeting people as much as looking for a job. Make sure they're the right people, though. People who look like they're... People who look like they know people, people who seem to be knowledgeable about things, about the way the wind blows around here. Stay away from young women, they have nothing to offer us and can only bring trouble. Talk to people who are at least thirty, but sometimes young men as well because they like to brag about things; who they're acquainted with and why that's a good thing, etcetera. Ask expected questions about normal things, but draw them out. Bring paper and pen in order to take notes once they go away if you have to. Get names. Get information. Report to me. Do you understand, sweetie pie?"

"Yes, Mum, I understand."

"I knew you would. You're smart, like me. Not like your father, the Human adding machine. One last thing: Stay away from the pigs" (pigs?) "and tell nobody our business. Don't use your last name, use mine and try to find a job that pays under the table. As soon as I get a divorce, I'm changing both our last names to my maiden name anyway and besides... you're a Burchell, not a Golding. I could always tell. You look almost exactly like Dad."

Part 5

I did as told, not finding a job that day, but meeting quite a few people, asking questions about the area and such, keeping carefully organized notes for Mum the whole day.

She was already home when I returned at twenty after five and I could tell immediately upon looking her in the eyes that she was still my 'other mother', as I'd come to think of her when she crossed my mind all throughout the day.

"Hi, hon. How'd it go?" she asked, seemingly in a good mood.

"Well, I didn't find a job. Sorry."

"Oh, that's fine, neither did I. Well, not really. Did you get a chance to talk to a lot of people?"

"Yup."

"Great, let's have your notes. There's some Chinese in the microwave, eat it."

"Microwave? Chinese food?"

"We're just borrowing the microwave, the food was sort of a gift. Just sit and eat, I'll probably have some questions."

I did as instructed, heating a combo I found in the small, but new looking microwave oven she'd set up on the table. While I ate, I watched her skim my notes, answered her questions and tried not to look down the front of her dress as I took note of her strangely, subtly different personality. God, she looked so good.

"You look really nice today, Mum."

I don't know why I said it and, after the night before, I instantly regretted it, fearing she'd think the unthinkable of me. She looked up suddenly, her frown of concentration gone in a millisecond and replaced with the brightest smile I'd seen on her face in quite some time.

"Thank you, sweetie pie! What a nice thing to say!"

"It's true."

Her eyes kind of flicked over me and she was about to say something when she was interrupted and we both jumped a foot at the sudden intrusion of loud blues music from the floor below.

"Oh, god, not this again!?" she said, anger coming to her features as quickly as her short lived happiness at my compliment.

It was a live band and, apparently, they rented their room for a place to practice. We got to hear them off and on the day before until about eight o'clock and I could tell Mum was coming to the end of her patience.

"Maybe we should get the Super to make them stop," I offered.

"We could do that," she clipped, getting up and heading for the door. "Stay here."

She left and I somehow knew she wasn't going to the Super. A few minutes later, there was a loud "CRASH!" that sounded an awful lot like a door being kicked in. The music stopped abruptly, replaced by the sound of my mother's voice flipping out like she did on me after the cops came to visit that day. I couldn't quite make out what she was yelling, not even when I opened the door to the hall and tiptoed to the top of the stairs to listen, keenly aware of how I was disobeying her in doing this, but way too curious not to. 

There was another crash, the sound of young women screaming and more of Mum tripping out before her volume gradually dropped a few minutes later. I was starting to get worried about her down there, but I could still hear her talking. After fifteen minutes, I went back to our room to wait.

Almost an hour after she left, she returned, holding the door wide for a tall, long haired guy who looked to be in his late twenties. He was carrying a twenty-six inch television and was followed by a shorter, skinnier guy with a pompadour and what looked like a PS3 system.

"Hey, Steve!" the guy with the TV huffed, carefully putting the appliance down on the floor. "I'm Jamie, how ya doin'?"

"Uh, good. You?"

"A lot better now. Hey, you're mum's right cool."

The other guy introduced himself as Bob, putting the gaming system on the bed while Mum stood there with this winning smile, thanking them for the loan of their electronics and promising that they would be properly taken care of and returned when we were done with them. Then they left, her telling them she'd get back to them soon before she closed the door.

"So stupid. Anyway, where were we? Ah yes, your notes."

I didn't want to ask. If it was my real mother I would have, but my other mother? No.

Later that evening, at bed time, I turned once again so she could get changed into her nightie and into bed. Except, when she told me she was done and I turned back, she wasn't in bed. She was standing there in the same nightie as the night before, but now the lights were on and I could see it clearly.

The hem was short. Very short. Any shorter and I would have seen the crotch of her white bikini cut panties, somewhat visible under the thin silk anyway. Her breasts were sitting in low cups that barely covered her nipples, straps coming from almost under her arms to tie behind her neck and I could just make out her large, dark areolas behind the silk. Her nipples were clearly erect and stood out remarkably.

I stared for a second, then looked away, gasping, "Mum!"

"What?"

"You're supposed to be in bed!"

"'Supposed to be'?"

"You know what I mean!"

"No."

"Mum!"

"What?" she laughed, coming closer. "Why are you looking at the floor, hon?"

"You're-! I can see-! Mu-um!"

"Whaa-aat?" she playfully mocked, stepping right in front of me.

"Well... I can see almost all of your-! Your breasts!"

"Call them 'tits', sweetie pie."

" ... Huuh!?"

"Tits," she repeated. 'Breasts' sounds kinda clinical, kinda awkward and funny, don't you think? Call them 'tits' from now on. Anyway, I don't know what you're complaining about; you've been taking little peeks at them all evening."

"I-! Oh my god, Mum, I'm so sorry, I- I can't help it, I just-"

"Oh, stop being silly, it's normal."

"But-"

"Take your clothes off and get in bed. You have the wall tonight, I'll get the light."

I did as she said, turning my back to her so she wouldn't see my growing erection, the one she was about to feel pressed up against her anyway. (fuck!)

After she turned the light out, she got into bed with me, pulling me into the same embrace we were in the night before, but stopping me when I went to cover us up with the sheet.

"Wanna play a game?"

" ... I-"

"You probably wouldn't know about it, being an only child, but me and Sheila used to play it a lot. We called it 'Drawback'."

" ... Okay..."

"Two people take turns drawing a picture on each other's back, kind of a simple picture, and the other person has to guess what it is. We usually played it with our back to the other, but it can be played like this, too. I'll do you first, Okay?"

"Alright," I agreed, my dick coming to its full length against her belly.

Reaching over my side, she informed, "The top of the page is your shoulders, okay?"

"Alright."

She slowly drew a picture on my bare back, instantly raising goose pimples all over my body, and I couldn't help but grin as she watched me from an inch away with one of her own.

"Okay, what is it?"

"Uhhh... Jeez, I don't know. A goat?"

"Ha! A goat? No, sweetie pie, animals don't work, they're just too... you know. Here, I'll do it again. ... Okay, that's it."

It seemed like a square with spears sticking out of one side. Looking her in the eyes, I guessed wildly.

"A table?"

"Yes!" she enthused with an excited little laugh, now completely different than the woman who seemed capable of eating a diver. "Now you do me. Untie my nightie from around my neck, will you? Your hand is right there."

"Your- uh, how come?"

"It doesn't work through clothes, I have to pull my nightie down so you can get at my back."

"What?"

"It's okay. You really won't see that much, pressed up against you like they are."

"But... you'll be completely topless, Mum. In bed, topless with me," I added, making some kind of an attempt at reason, even though the prospect excited the hell out of me.

"It's just Drawback. Besides, your cock is jabbing me in the tummy again. It's a bit late to worry about me topless in bed with you, especially since you won't see anything anyway, don't you agree? Come on, untie me and help pull it down to my waist.

" ... Holy geez, Mum," I commented as my trembling fingers reached the back of her neck, searching for the ends of the little bowtie I saw there earlier.

Mum didn't comment, only smiled in the light from the streetlamp as I found one end of the strap and pulled. She moved away from me afterward, just far enough to allow us to pull the top of her nightie down past her breasts between us, the cups suddenly retreating to expose the outside of one of Mum's big naturals before she settled back into me with a squirming wiggle.

"Just, um, pull it down in back for me... No, right down, push the sheet down further, too. ... There we are. Mmm, nice and snuggly. Okay, draw something."

Draw something!? Holy shit, I was about to have a coronary episode, fearing she could feel my hammering heart in those beautiful orbs of hers. I hastily drew a car while my cock strained against her.

"Too fast. You have to be kinda slow and deliberate."

I did it again, kinda slow and deliberate.

"Uhhhhhh... Again."

I did it again.

"A refridgerator?"

"No. I'll do it again."

"You're using my shoulders for the top of the page, right?"

"Oh, I forgot. Here, I'll do it again the right way," I said, actually managing to calm down a bit, just not enough to get my mind off my mother's bare chest against mine, my raging erection trapped between us, or the fact that she suddenly couldn't care less about either of those things.

"It's a Car!"

"Yeah, you got it."

"My turn. ... Uhmm... Oh! Okay, this is a good one," she decided, drawing a circle with a line sticking out from the edge, giving me goose bumps again.

"Mmmm... A tennis racket?"

"Nope. Pretty good guess, though."

"Ping pong paddle?" 

"No. Let me do an edge view."

She began drawing what felt like a rectangle before she stopped and briskly rubbed my back all over, saying, "No, forget that, not like that."

I laughed a little.

"What?" she asked, grinning back, obviously having more fun than I was.

"Well, you're trying to erase something that isn't even there. Heh."

"No, no, you have to do that," she insisted. "It makes a difference, believe me. Okay, here we go..."

"A pot."

"Nope."

"No? Uhhh... Oh, a pan."

"Yes! That was a good one." she enthused. "Your turn."

"Okay, I have one..." I trailed off, drawing my picture.

"Uh-h!" she shivered. "Goose bumps! Oh, that's a spoon, right?"

"Yup."

"Too easy, hon. Hmmmm. Heh. Okay, what's this?" she asked, caressing her latest little sketch on my back.

"A flashlight?"

"No."

" ... Uhh... Again?"

She drew it again, her grin getting wider.

"Ummm... uh... I don't know."

"Your big cock."

I blinked during the following pause, trying to be sure I heard her correctly.

"How big is that thing, anyway?"

" ... Mum, geez," I said, embarrassed and awe struck.

"I know it's bigger than your so-called father's was. He was about average, six and a half inches. What are you?"

 "Mum!"

"What?"

"I can't tell you that!"

"Why not?"

"Because!"

"Because I'm your mother?"

"Yes!"

"But you're smiling, sweetie pie."

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean..."

"Oh, come on, just tell me. I'm only curious."

"Well, I've never actually measured it, so..."

" ... No?"

"No."

"That's, um... I thought all men do."

"I don't know, I only know that I haven't," I verified, hoping that would close the subject.

"Hm. It must be big if you're that confident."

"Ohh, Mum! Come on!"

"What?" she laughed. "Oh, honey, don't get all excited, we've talked about this before. Look, we're here living out of a closet, down and out in these close quarters, there's nothing that can be done about it for the time being and that's that. We're going to become a bit more familiar with each other's bodies whether we like it or not, so... You know. We should just loosen up. Things will be a lot easier that way, don't you agree?"

"Well... I guess it's just a bit hard to loosen up like that with my own mother."

"Well, it's just Drawback, it's not like we're doing anything wrong."

" ... No," I admitted.

"So you'll stop being such a big baby now?"

"I'm not being-"

"Are too."

"Am no- oh, gee whiz!"

She laughed again, really getting a kick out of teasing me.

"This is fun," she stated with a big smile.

"Oh, sure."

"No, really. It seems crazy, but I don't remember the last time I had so much fun with someone. And look what it took."

"Hm."

" ... Are you having fun, sweetie pie?"

" ... Well... yeah," I had to admit.

"Yeah, I knew that. As Martha Stewart says, it's a good thing."

"Somehow, I doubt Martha would smile on this little scene and call it 'a good thing'."

"You can never tell. Who cares, anyway? We should get some sleep, though."

"Okay."

"Think you can get your heart rate down that far?"

"Aw, c'mon-"

"Okay, okay, I'll stop. Here, give mummy a goodnight kiss."

(smerp)

She came forward and surprised me with a kiss right on the lips before I could even move and we looked at each other for a second before she said in a soft, smiley tone, "Aren't you going to kiss me?" 

(smerp)

The second one was mine, as she requested, and right on the lips.

"Thanks, sweetie pie. Good night."

" ... Good night, Mum."

"Mmmm," she crooned, snuggling and squirming again before closing her eyes.

She fell asleep within five minutes, me somewhere within two hours as my mind whirled in my skull with things like the feel of her bare breasts against me, how nice and soft Mum's lips are and what a good kisser she is. Way better than Staci.



My Other Mother Ch. 02



Part 1

Thursday. At first, I thought I was waking up in our former home, in my room where everything was comparatively sane, surprise and worry free. Then somebody kissed my mouth, the most perfectly soft contact of full lips touching mine as the smell of a very nice perfume demanded my waking interest.

I remembered everything in the same instant that I opened my eyes and saw those of my other mother. Seeing I was awake, she straightened, looking down at my expression of recall and spoke through a fond smile.

"I let you sleep in."

I only looked at her, unable to form any kind of coherent statement in my mind of cottony sleep, clogged with frozen images of the side of her breast and memories of how she wanted to know my dick size.

Her smile grew wider as she continued to regard me. She was wearing a pair of snug blue jeans and a sexy, yet somehow elegant, red wrap shirt with a moderately deep V-neck. I'd seen her wear the shirt before, but always with a visible camisole to hide the eye teasing amount of cleavage it showed that morning. She must have been wearing a pushup bra to attain the impressive lift I was seeing and I felt myself beginning to get hard again, looking at her dressed this way. She was usually more conservative.

"How... how'd you get out of bed without waking me up?" I asked, a valid question considering the little hole we slept in.

"C'mon, hon, time to get up," she said, ignoring my question. "You're with me today."

After my shower, I ate a bowl of soup she'd heated for me, stealing glances at her as she browsed a phone book for whatever reason. Her attention and focus was almost disturbing, as was her immediate and full attention when I finally got up the nerve to ask about something.

"Mum?"

"Yes?"

"I gotta ask... How'd you do that?" I inquired curiously, gesturing to the television and game console, a stack of seven games sitting beside it.

She looked over to the electronics in question, allowing her expressionless gaze to linger as though she'd just noticed them there before turning back to me.

"They're stupid. The whole bunch of them. While I was... asserting myself, I couldn't help but notice that."

She picked up her coffee, took a sip as though that were the end of that, but went on after she put her mug back on the table.

"First of all, they had two stupid druggie whores hanging around down there. Wherever there's a whore with a free hand, there's a stupid man. In this case, it was the drummer and rhythm guitar player. Anyway, I made some rather cutting, but accurate observations about them and the band and what their chances were, mixed with just the kind of hopeful stuff people turn onto. Just as I was walking out the door, Jamie, who at least has half a brain and really wants to get somewhere, started asking my opinions of other things. Long story short, the two losers and their druggie whores are gone and now I'm their manager."

I was understandably impressed and could only smile that sentiment.

"Jamie can replace those two, he told me so. He knows people who are better, but apparently they were old buddies or whatever and you know how that goes."

"So... weren't they mad about being kicked out?"

"Not once I explained it to them."

" ... Heh, and... you're actually gonna manage a blues band?"

"Sure."

"Do you think... I mean, will they make it?"

"Who knows? It depends on the group dynamic once the two new guys come into play. If they're all smart enough to listen to me, I'd say they stand a half decent chance by what I've seen in Jamie and Bob."

"They're going to pay you?" I asked.

"They've already started," she said, waving her hand nonchalantly at the television. "It's not cash, but that won't come along until we no longer have need of them anyway. In the meantime, we now have more resources to draw on, which is why you're with me today. We have a job."

After I was ready, we took a nice leisurely walk along the warm, sunny sidewalks of the old city, noting the architecture and other clues as to its history. Before long, she led me into a corner store where she purchased two packages of cigarettes. She stopped outside after we left the store, put one package in her purse, opened the other, removed a cigarette and then, incredibly, she produced a lighter and lit it!

"C'mon, hon," she hailed, holding out her free hand and taking a puff afterward.

After a brief pause, I practically stumbled forward, taking her hand and walking alongside. In retrospect, I find it a bit comical how I never even stopped to think of what I was doing, walking along holding 'Mummy's' hand like a mama's boy. Despite her authoritative past, the last thing I am, or ever was is a mama's boy, but no, I only stared at her.

She took note of me and my reaction, saying, "Is your mum freaking you out?"

" ... Well... yeah."

She hissed a short laugh at this, along with a lungful of smoke that the light breeze from the bay carried away, then offered, "I never minded a smoke every now and then when I was a lot younger. Plus, they can come in kind of handy at times, being a common addiction of so many people. Still freaked out about our sleeping arrangements?"

" ... I can't help it. I mean, you actually felt my... (sigh) right against you. It's embarrassing and I don't know what to think."

"I suppose sleeping all night with your topless mother didn't help."

"Not exactly."

"Well, it's alright. I mean, it's not like anything happened and it's not your fault if your cock gets hard in bed with me."

"Mum, it's not like that. I'm..."

"What?"

"I... I'm kind of a pervert. I think about sex a lot and it was pretty hard for me to control my... It's just really hard for me being close to you like that."

"Nice pun, unintended as I'm sure it was. Sweetie pie, I told you I understand how it is with you, you don't have to worry what I'll think. If you did, I wouldn't have peeled my nightie down last night. You wouldn't even be in the same bed with me. Like I said, our circumstances don't provide for much modesty between us, so..."

"No, Mum, I mean... I'm a lot more, um... driven than most guys, even other guys my age."

"Of course you are; you're a Burchell. I told you I understood that about you. Why do you think I was the one to give you the sex talk and not your father? Why do you think you got to keep all your smut magazines? Did you think I never found them? Did you think I wasn't aware of what you were looking at online and that it was possible for me to easily block your computer from those sites if I'd wanted?"

"You... You knew?"

"I used to check your online history every week. Nice pic collection too, by the way."

" ... That file was encoded."

She laughed out loud at that and asked, "How long do you really think it took me to try 'S-T-A-C-I'?"

"How embarrassing," I drily lamented, feeling my face going beet red as I walked along hand in hand with her, remembering some of those pics.

"Don't be. I'm actually quite proud you never went out and made a male whore of yourself. There's a lot of things about you I'm proud of. Mind if I ask a personal question?"

It was my turn to laugh a bit, finding that funny after sleeping with her the way I did.

"What?" she asked with a curious smile.

"At this point, I don't see why not."

"That's the spirit, hon. How often do you masturbate?"

"Wh- Aww... Geez, Mum."

"I have my reasons for wanting to know."

" ... Well actually, I haven't since we left home. We're, uh..."

"Always together," she finished. "I suppose you wouldn't have had any chance. Me neither. So, how often did you get yourself off?"

"(Sigh) Twice a day, sometimes three or four."

"What about the little whore?"

" ... She was fun, but just not enough for me."

"How so?"

"Well, she was... She just couldn't live up to my imagination, stupid as that sounds."

"Not at all, but very few people can. It takes the right partner and good, open communication. Your father tried to be that person for me at first, but in time he lost interest."

"Maybe Phyllis's imagination was easier."

"Ha! Probably. He always did seem to need things to come easy. You know, I used to masturbate quite a lot, too. About as often as you, sometimes more after he lost interest in me. ... Sheila and I used to masturbate a lot. It was fun and it relieved a lot of that pressure."

"Like... together?"

"In bed, yes. ... You're imagining that right now, aren't you?"

"Mum!" I complained, turning red again."

"I know, don't you hate when I do that?"

" ... Yes!"

"(giggle)"

Part 2

We ended up at an apartment building, another ancient red brick construction, but this one much nicer with painted white concrete steps, period doors and windows. Jamie answered the bell and greeted both of us with a bright smile, handing a set of keys to Mum.

"Hey, Kathleen, Steve. Nice morning, huh?"

"Beautiful, and thanks so much, Jamie," she said, standing a few steps below him which must have offered a nice view down the front of her shirt. I myself caught a glimpse at the edges of her white bra several times that day. "We'll gas her up when we're done. How are things coming on the replacements?"

"Got them both coming for tomorrow night after supper, if that's okay."

"Perfect," Mum approved.

"You'll be there, right?"

"Absolutely. Come to our door when you get there, you know where we are."

"Right on. Have you thought of a new name for us yet?"

"Not just yet. I want to see the new band and how you gel first, how you sound together."

"Right."

"Aren't you glad I kicked your door in?"

"Yeah!" he laughed heartily.

"You really get a kick out of that, don't you?"

He laughed even harder.

"We'll have her back as soon as possible."

"No prob, Kathleen," he laughed, adding, hey, I forgot to mention, 'Park' is actually 'Reverse', 'Reverse' is 'Neutral', 'Neutral' is 'Drive'..." he trailed off, laughing too hard to speak now as Mum also chuckled good naturedly, her brow raised. Even I was laughing a bit at this point.

"Best not to get that confused, huh?" she assumed, putting him into a near bladder bursting belly laugh.

He was still chuckling when we left him to retreat back inside his building. We walked down the sidewalk a little way, a smile on our faces, too.

"A lot of musicians are nothing more than dirtbag losers when it comes right down to it," she judged, "but the great thing about them is that they almost all have a wonderful sense of humour. Here we are."

She passed me the keys and stopped by the passenger side door of a beat up old, Aerostar, the surface of the dark blue minivan covered in rust spots, scrapes, dings and bashes. It looked like it was too heavy for its own suspension as it huddled there, parallel parked at the curb.

"Remember the transmission," she instructed, her smile mostly gone.

It was impossible not to begin seeing the way she operated and that her definition of going out to find work differed radically from mine. I took the keys and started around the other side of the vehicle, only to be stopped by her clipped, now completely unamused voice.

"Steven..."

I stopped right up, turned to look and saw an expression that reminded me of how I was dealing with my other mother.

"Yes, Mum?" I asked, suddenly nervous.

Those strangely bright, yet black and empty eyes looked pointedly at the passenger door, then back at me.

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

"Sorry," I mumbled.

I hurried back around from the front of the van, understanding what she expected of me. The thing about it was that she never expected that kind of thing before.

"Well, don't you think it's proper?" her cold, instructional voice asked.

"Yes, Mum, I just didn't think."

"Yes, well you didn't think to do it at the store, either."

"I- I'll make sure to get it from now on."

"See that you do. I raised you to have more respect for me than that and I think I deserve to get it. Don't you?"

"Yes, Mum, absolutely."

She said nothing more, didn't even look at me while climbing into the van as I held the door for her, being careful not to rudely slam it once she was aboard. After I'd come around to the other side, I was hesitant to get in, uncomfortable with being in an enclosed space with her, but I didn't dare pause. Once inside, I quickly got the heap started so I could hit the power window at my side, thanking God that it actually worked in case I needed to jump out of it.

"Remember the gearshift, sweetie pie," she reminded in the sweetest tone imaginable.

My head whipped around to see her regarding me with the most patient, loving expression, completely devoid of her mood of less than thirty seconds before.

"Okay?"

"Y-yeah. I'll remember."

"Something wrong?"

" ... You look really good today."

"Flatterer!" she laughed, lightly backhanding my upper arm with the backs or her fingers. "Let's go, back the way we came."

Just over five minutes later, after having navigated all the crazy one way streets, we trundled to a stop in front of a rundown building on a street that looked even worse than ours did. I secured the Aerostar in 'Reverse' and climbed out, hurrying around to let her out.

"Thank you, hon."

She walked to a door with peeling, light green paint and stood aside so I could also open that one for her to lead me up a dark, narrow, carpeted stairwell to a small landing where she knocked on one of the two doors there. A moment later, heavy footfalls from the other side of the door approached. It opened to reveal a guy with a face like a rotted pork chop and who looked a lot less than friendly.

He was maybe in his late twenties or early thirties, almost as tall as me with short, slightly mussed up black hair and big, meaty, un-toned arms covered in tattoos. More body art crept from under the neck of his white, sleeveless muscle shirt, ending at his chin. In his black jeans and hikers, he stood with his feet slightly apart as though expecting trouble, but his dangerously mean expression changed to one of happy surprise when he saw Mum.

"Kathleen! You came through!"

"Of course I did," Mum casually replied with a reassuring smile. "This is my son, Steven. Steven, this is my friend, Pitbull."

"Hey, Steve."

"Hi."

"Come on in and meet my grammie."

We followed him into the crowded living room of a rundown apartment with no curtains over the dirty windows, no pictures on the dingy, once white walls and a lot of boxes piled near the door. The rest of the stuff in the room looked like it came from other rooms, such as two disassembled beds, a dresser, two nightstands, a kitchen table and a bunch of other junk. It looked like moving day.

Near the kitchen door, in a wrecked Lazyboy, sat a little old woman who had to be at least ninety. The frail elder was watching a soap opera on a small TV as we approached.

"Her name's Agnes," Pitbull told us, adding, "She can't talk 'cause she had throat cancer a while back and you gotta raise your voice so she can hear, but she understands everything that's goin' on around her."

Mum bent over and greeted in a loud voice, "Hello, Agnes, my name is Kathleen, I'm very pleased to meet you."

The old woman showed a wide, toothless smile and offered her hand, nodding positively as Mum gingerly shook it, warmly taking her forearm in the physical gesture as well. I was struck at how easily she changed mannerisms depending on the person she dealt with as she then introduced me.

"Agnes, we're going to get this move done and you'll be relaxing in your nice new home before you know it," she went on after I released the woman's bony old hand. "Now, don't you worry, I'll be handling this whole thing, the boys will do as they're told and if your Landlady shows up, I'll deal with her, alright?"

Agnes nodded with the same smile and Mum gave her a quick peck on the cheek before straightening and addressing us.

"Right, let's not waste time. You two start with the big stuff, the couch and chair, mattresses and all that. I'll handle the small stuff. We'll get Agnes out when we're half done so she doesn't have to sit in an empty apartment without any of her familiar belongings around her. Come on, chop-chop, you two."

Under her direction, Pitbull and I soon had the first load ready to go. The end of the ratty, tan coloured, old tweed couch stuck out the back of the van about three feet, head and footboards also crammed in along with a chest of drawers, three nightstands and some rolled up carpets. Two mattresses and a box spring were loaded on the roof, on top of them a living room chair.

"Think it'll stay?" I asked him.

"Fuck do I know." He answered, looking up at it as curiously as I was.

"Language," Mum actually corrected, setting a box marked 'kitchen' on the floor ahead of the front passenger seat, cigarette held between her lips.

"Oh, sorry, Kathleen. I forgot. Just kind of a habit, you know?"

"That's alright. I think you two are ready to go with this load, though."

"Uh, Kathleen, I hate to ask, but do you have a spare smoke?"

"Sure," she said, reaching into her shirt to remove her package and hand it to him. "Just take those."

"The whole package?" he asked, looking inside.

"I have another one in my purse. You two go now and hurry back as fast as you can."

The chair did stay on, its destination being fairly close, and after we offloaded at their new apartment, this one not much nicer than the last, we headed back for another load, talking along the way.

"Your mum's right cool," he said, the second person to do so in as many days.

"She's different," I conceded. "How'd you two meet, anyway?"

"Yesterday at the liquor store, I asked her to go in for me 'cause I'm barred from that one."

" ... Oh."

"No, not there," he cautioned, waving me off from the narrow street I was about to turn down. "That's one way. Keep going and take your next left. ... So, how do you like Saint John? Big fuckin' change from Ottawa, I'll bet."

"Um, yeah, it sure is. I like it here."

"Really?" he asked, sounding surprised.

"It's a nice city. Total strangers actually look me in the eye as I'm walking down the sidewalk. At first it creeped the fuck out of me, but then I realized that people are a lot more open and friendly here."

"Yeah. Well, that's mostly true, but there's some dangerous people in this little city, too. People you want to avoid."

"I'm just gonna mind my own business anyway," I told him.

"Yeah, that works, especially around here. But if you're walking around the South end and somebody asks your name and stuff, just be cool and tell them 'cause they're only checkin' you out. Ask them if they know me and you'll be okay."

By the time we got back, I'd decided I liked Pitbull. After our second trip we were sweating like crazy, Mum taking a break from her brisk direction of the move to feed us water a couple times. I'd just gotten the television packed and Agnes was sitting in her chair on the sidewalk at that point after being helped down the stairs by Mum to go with the next load, when I heard a woman's raised voice. Looking around, I saw Pitbull speaking with a middle aged woman in front of the building's open door. Her hair was in curlers and she wore a pair of dark green, rayon slacks with a baggy, pea green shirt. She was the type that Mum would refer to as a frumpy old cow.

"Agnes!" the woman yelled around Pitbull, trying to step around him.

"Leave her alone, she doesn't have any money!"

"Well, she has enough to hire a fuckin' truck, doesn't she!? Agnes!"

She managed to get out and around him, the expression on the helpless ruffian's face similar to the one that was there when he answered his door to us earlier.




My Other Mother Ch. 02



"Excuse me!"

It was Mum.

I braced myself for anything as the unidentified bitch continued heading for Agnes, unwisely ignoring my mother who was just exiting the shadowy stairwell to the sunny sidewalk. Mum really hates being ignored.

"Uh, excuse me!" she almost yelled, stomping after her in two inch heels, breasts jouncing angrily in her shirt, pushup bra or no.

She reminded me of the day when I was in grade seven, that rainy afternoon when she caught the bus driver shouting at me and calling me a bastard as I was disembarking after school. She went right onboard the bus and gave him screaming shit like I've never heard right in front of all the kids, demanding to know who he was to call her son that and what gave him the right to imply that she was a whore. Then she dragged me by the hair all the way down the street and home for a painfully serious conversation about how I shouldn't be telling people to fuck off.

The bitch had almost made it to elderly lady, but paused, looking around at Mum as she approached and placed herself between the woman and Agnes.

"Who are you?" Mum demanded with a controlled, yet forceful tone, looking at her as though she were something she'd normally find stuck to the bottom of one of her shoes.

"Who am I? I own this fuckin' building, is who I am!"

"That doesn't give you the right to badger your tenants."

"They owe me for three months rent! They're skipping out!"

"That's your problem, lady. I'm in charge of this move, and I don't intend to have you holding things up or upsetting anyone, so turn right around and-"

"I don't give a fuck about that, I want my money!" she insisted, unaware of how much Mum also hates being interrupted.

"They don't have any money, nor did they have running water this past winter because the pipes were frozen."

"If they'd stop fucking with the plumbing, that shit wouldn't be happening!"

"That's a bald-faced lie. You're a slumlady and you're forcing-"

"None of this is any of your business, you... human udder!"

Oh, that was bad. I watched my other mother's eyes narrow as two young women approached from the opposite sidewalk.

" ... I think I've had just about enough of you." Mum warned in a tone I'd never even heard her use with Dad. "I'm going to tell you this once, so you listen good. Neither Agnes nor Pitbull have any money and I won't have you upsetting the eighty-eight year old woman who had to live with a frozen toilet all last winter. Have I made myself perf-?"

"And I told you I don't give a fu-!"

"(SLAP!)"

The frump staggered to the side under the force of the sudden strike, Mum repositioning herself between her and Agnes, an arctic cold stare challenging the curler headed woman to defy her further.

In the silent pause, as the slumlady stared in shock with her hand on her undoubtedly stinging face, a strangely slow, dry, rasping cackle came from beside the van. It was Agnes, weakly pointing at the bitch and laughing as hard as her old frame would probably permit without breaking something.

"That's... that's assault!" the slumlady charged.

"No," Pitbull disagreed, "it was self defense; I saw the whole thing. Right, Trina? Right, Cathy?"

"Fuckin' totally." One of the young women, a blonde said with a smile, the other nodding her agreement, saying, "I could produce as many witnesses as you want and they'd all agree."

"It's time for you to leave," Mum enforced. "Now."

The frump was about to continue her argument, even beginning to stand straighter for a more physical confrontation, but then stopped. It was almost as though she suddenly recognized Mum from somewhere, the way her eyes focused, her features becoming unsure, then surprised. I could no longer see Mum's face from that angle, but I knew why the woman stopped. I knew why she cautiously backed away a few steps before turning to leave without another word, looking back once at the end of the block before turning the corner.

"Chop chop, you two, the excitement's over," she happily directed Pitbull and I afterwards.

The hair on the back of my neck stood up at just how fast she could switch between extreme moods and I found myself sincerely hoping that she was in control, that these moods were only performances in the same manner as how she seemed to change a little depending on who she was dealing with. Except, I knew damned well that some of them weren't.

I found myself standing stock still, staring at her and she actually walked right up to me, pinching my cheek and giving me a smile, eyes brighter than ever, yet still so subtly, disturbingly dark.

"Move your butt, honey, still another couple loads to go."

" ... Right," I said, breaking out of my sculpted stance. I headed for the dark doorway with Pitbull, he looking at my other mother with obvious respect and admiration.

"Hello, girls my name is Kathleen. Thanks so much for your support."

"No problem, any friend of Pitbull's is a friend of ours. I'm Trina, this is Cathy."

"I'm very pleased to meet you both. That's a really nice top, by the way and it looks great on you."

Within five minutes, Trina and Cathy were helping out.

Once the move was done, the van gassed and returned to its spot in front of Jamie's building, the five of us spent the rest of the afternoon setting up the new apartment as Agnes happily watched. Mum created this mood where everyone was tossing jokes around, going about the work with positive attitudes, even passing around a pint of Bacardi's from her purse until it was gone. She and her two new friends set up Agnes's room, laughing uproariously every now and then at some form of female humour while Pitbull and I arranged the living room and moved boxes to their appropriate rooms.

Nobody swore the entire time.

Part 3

I watched her arranging our money from the chair opposite her at the old table later that evening, adding the one hundred Dollars she accepted from Agnes to the fold before placing it neatly into her wallet. The sun had just gone down on the horizon and the light from the blood red sky was raying into our open window, partially filling the room along with fresh air from the Bay of Fundy.

"Did you see those two little baby makers?" she asked.

" ... Trina and Cathy?"

"Yes. Nice girls, but whores nonetheless. Pitbull's a good guy, but don't get involved with him and his life. Don't be running around drinking and smoking up with him or anybody you might meet through him. They're all resources and nothing more. Got it?"

"Yes," I answered, watching her turn serious about her words now.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Mum."

" ... I mean it, don't get involved and, above all, don't end up fathering a child by some whore who only wants to use you to support her, or your child as an excuse to get a bigger welfare check. I guarantee you that I could line up women from Water Street, Right up Princess and to the corner here, all disgruntled mothers who've seen their boys waste their lives like that. Don't get close, don't get attached. With any luck we'll be gone from here before the end of the month and we don't want any baggage from this place. We travel light."

"They do seem pretty nice, though."

"Sure, they are. More importantly, they network. Around here, people don't call the pigs when they have a problem with someone, they just... you know."

"I think so."

"Pitbull is exactly the kind of person you want in your debt."

"Yeah, but they paid us."

"We helped him and his grammie. That's priceless."

I saw the calculating wisdom in this and the other things she'd said. Of course, she was right. There was a reason I did what she told me, a reason why I trusted her and it was because I instinctively knew that Mum would deliver. She had to do her thing for the both of us, but it was still damned worrisome. There were things about my other mother I didn't like and, truth be told, there were times when I was still a little afraid of her.

After a pause had gone between us, "Hey Mum?"

"Yes?"

"What were you like when you were my age?"

"On my own and much better off for it."

" ... Well, I mean when you were in school and stuff."

"Heh. In school... Sheila and I were known as 'the misery sisters'. It was more a respectful joke, or a kind of shared title among our friends. We liked it."

"What did it mean?"

"It meant that nobody messed us around. Everybody knew that bad things came from messing around with the Burchell girls," she reminisced with a smile. "Sheila was particularly inventive. I was the more, um... centered and careful one."

"What kind of stuff did you do?"

"Insidious things. Like feeding people who ticked us off Ex-lax. Firecrackers in people's cigarettes, loosened front wheels on bicycles, that kind of thing. The severity depended on the crime. For example, there was this teacher in junior high that was giving Sheila a really hard time, so we captured a raccoon and got it into her car. Heh. Sheila took her aside earlier that day and asked her if she'd had her rabies shots. You know, so she'd know who was responsible without being able to prove it."

"How'd it go once she got in the car?"

"Not good. Well, not for her. She was actually on the way out of the staff parking lot when the thing attacked. Smashed right into another car and everything. Actually, that whole incident really taught me a lot about cause and effect."

"Geez, I imagine it did."

"Oh yeah, and the raccoon bit and scratched her up pretty bad, too. She was out of school for three weeks. This other time, one of our neighbors, this jerk who lived across the street from us, ran over our Kitty. We knew he saw her too, because we were there and he didn't even slow down. That was when we were twelve and thirteen, so we were a bit more simplistic then. Well, he always had this unmowed lawn in his backyard where he'd walk around barefoot with a bottle of beer, no shirt, thinking he was the man and stuff. One night in bed, we got the idea to plant a few short, narrow pieces of old plywood with some nice rusty spikes sticking up, so a few nights later, once we were ready, we snuck out of the house in the middle of the night and did it."

"You're kidding."

"Nope."

"Did he...?"

"Yup. We were part of the crowd that was standing around watching when the ambulance came. The spike went right through his foot and the little piece of plywood almost looked like this weird sandal. The best part was when he stepped on one of the other ones less than a month later with his other foot."

"Holy moly. Did you get caught?"

"No, we did this a couple months after he killed poor Kitty; he never guessed, but we did sneak back out to retrieve the last one before people started to think, you know? But, like I say, the punishment always had to fit the crime, at least in severity. Mostly, we just started vicious rumours, convinced people to cheat on their boyfriends or girlfriends, that kind of stuff. Sometimes we'd do something and then frame someone else for it."

" ... Uh huh... Holy geez, Mum," I had to chuckle. "And I thought I was bad in school. Did you get into fights?"

"Not so much after people knew we'd win. We didn't screw around with slapping and pulling hair, we went totally one hundred percent, or not at all."

"You two really were pretty close, huh?"

"Very. ... Sheila failed grade one on purpose so we could be together when I started school. We used to make each other feel better when Mum was tripping out and we planned our escape from that house a million times growing up, lying in bed and playing Drawback. Then we started planning her death. Too bad Sheila turned into such a useless little whore. We would have at least saved Dad," she theorized, the smile over her good old days gone in favour of a glum frown.

" ... You- you were going to kill your mother?"

"Yes."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously. It wasn't enough for Sheila, though. No, she wanted Mum to know she'd actually screwed her husband first, her own daughter taking him away from her, you know, just like Mum always accused her. Like I say, she was the inventive one, but never one to look ahead at what her decisions would create in the future. She had no appreciation for cause and effect."

" ... What would you do if she walked in the door right now?"

" ... That's a good question, honey. "I... I suppose I'd want to forgive her, but... I don't know. I'd probably beat her half to death just to keep her away from you, if not for what she did to poor Dad, too."

"It must be hard. To remember, I mean."

She only looked into her lap and nodded.

"Well, you must have had cause. You were lucky, your Mum almost ended up killing you."

"Yeah," she sighed, looking up and smiling at me again. "Life sure does have a sense of irony, huh? Hey, let's play Gran Turismo!"

She'd changed demeanor in the blink of an eye again, the old subject closed as she grabbed the remote and turned the TV on.

"Come on, put the disc in. I bought a used Guila Sport that'll blow the doors off any piddling car you have in its class."

Part 4

The Guila indeed kicked ass, much to Mum's delighted cajoling. She brought it up again as I was slipping into bed that night, it being her turn to have the wall.

"You're just mad because you're cheating didn't do you any good this time."

"Mum, I didn't cheat. How could I?"

"Yeah, you cheat, alright. That's how you won all those other races."

"Oh, sure!"

"Hee hee. I- Ohhh, sweetie pie..." she frowned, looking at my midsection.

After seeing her in her nightie again, I was already fully erect.

" ... Mu-um!" I complained, embarrassed again.

" ... You know, I have to wonder that this happens every night. I am your mother," she reminded.

"I can't help it! I keep seeing you in that nightie and..."

"And what?"

"Well... it shows more than you think, you know," I told her, quickly getting into bed. "I can't help it if my penis gets hard."

"Cock."

I looked at her questioningly and she replied, "Cock, not penis. Tits, not breasts. Pussy, not vagina. It's not the same as swearing, you know. And if it bothers you so much to see me in my nightie, you don't have to look. Do you?"

She regarded me with a raised brow as she helped me settle, my 'cock' once again pressed up against her.

"I... I'm not hot for my mother," I assured her. "It's just that you're really pretty and you've got... Uhh..."

"What?"

"Can we just drop it?"

"What have I got?"

"(sigh!) You have a really nice body. Like I said, I'm not hot for you, I just... can't help it."

She only continued to regard me, the smallest smile forming up on her lips, her brow still raised and looking at me as though I were the biggest pervert in the world. I could only look away.

"What did you ever see in her?"

" ... Staci?"

"Who else?"

"I don't know, she was cool."

"Cool? She was popular, you mean."

"Yeah, but that's not why-"

"Oh, come on!" she grinned.

"Well... She was hot and everybody else thought so, too."

"Big deal. There's a lot more to a woman than her social standing, you know. She might have looked good getting out of your Hummer, but I bet she wasn't good for much in its back seat."

"What makes you say that?"

"I could tell. She did let you fuck her, right?"

" ... Yes."

"And you used protection like I told you?"

"Yes."

"And she was going like, 'Ow, my hair! Oh, Steven, my nails!' Am I right?"

"No! It was nothing like that!"

Actually, it was almost exactly like that.

"Yeah, right. ... Hey, you remember that Smythe girl down the street? The brunette?"

"Laura? Yeah."

"That's the girl you should have been taking around."

"What?" I laughed.

"She didn't run around dressing and acting like a whore, but she had a body under those baggy clothes, and those quiet girls will do anything in bed. She'd have sucked your balls dry and then some."

I laughed, shaking my head and trying to look away, still embarrassed and uncomfortable when she spoke like that.

"It's true, believe me. And she had a nice set of tits, too. Unlike your little whore. I guess I don't have to ask if you got to fuck her tits."

"Oh my god, Mum, I just can't believe you!"

"What? Laura would've done it. Probably a whole lot more than that."

"Okay, alright, Laura was the better girl!" I surrendered, hoping it would change the subject.

"I'll tell you something else about Laura: She wouldn't have abandoned you. She'd probably be right here with us and to hell with what everybody said."

I only looked at her as I remembered figuring out why Staci suddenly had no time for me.

"That hurt, didn't it?" Mum asked.

" ... Yeah."

"I know, hon."

"I don't know why, I don't think I loved her."

"Did you think you did at the time?"

"I don't know. I mean, I didn't know. I kinda thought I did, but I could never get any clear..."

"She was on the fence about how she felt?"

"Yeah, it seemed that way."

"You were just a fad, she didn't care about you, never did. In another three months, she'd have traded you for some guy with a Corvette. That's how whores operate. I'm sorry."

" ... Well, I know one thing."

"What's that?" she asked.

"If Laura Smythe was right here with us... Wouldn't she look?"

I couldn't resist glancing at the jiggling top of her 'tits' as she laughed uproariously at this, me laughing a little as well.

"Her loss! See, you're loosening up!"

"Maybe."

"Just don't get so loose that you have a wet dream and cum all over me," she said more seriously. "We have to accept these... conditions, but... We do have to be a bit careful, don't we? Neither one of us wants to wake up with your sticky jizz all over my belly, hm?"

" ... Wow and OMG."

"I suppose you're imagining yourself cumming on me now. Pervert."

"No, I'm not!" I lied. "And I got underwear on, so-"

"Cumming a nice big load all over your poor, unsuspecting mum?"

"No!"

"I don't believe you."

"Mum!"

"Why do you look at me in this nightie if you don't feel that way? Shouldn't you avert your eyes like a gentlemen? Maybe have a little respect for Mummy?"

This was starting to make me a bit nervous because I couldn't tell if she was serious or just teasing me.

"Well?"

"I... I can't help it. You..." I told you, you have really great... tits and... nice big nipples. It doesn't mean I-"

"How do you know? You've never seen them."

"I kinda can through your nightie."

" ... That's right, I forgot. Still, you don't have to look."

"Mum, I- they're all hard and erect."

"Like now?"

"Yeah. Mum?"

"Uh huh?"

"Are you just teasing me? Cause I can't tell and I'm... I just really can't help it. You're beautiful and I'm..."

" ... I'm sorry, I am teasing you a little, but I just had to make sure this was a natural reaction from you and nothing more. Also... You know, it's like I said when I told you I'm as bad as Sheila in the hormones department and it's been a very long time for me. After I found out about your father's philandering, I wouldn't let him touch me the few times he was interested and after all this time going without cock, it's a bit of a trial for me, too. I mean, here I am with a big hard one so close to where I really want one, attached to such a good young man, such a... an attractive young man. You have a perfect body, you know."

"Wh-?"

"Didn't Staci tell you? No, of course she didn't. Well, you do and I suppose we're both a bit excited to be this close and I can't help my teasing and all. But, we do have to be careful, because... Well, you know. We're bound to have a little naughty fun that we probably shouldn't, like Drawback, but we don't want to get carried away with ourselves and each other until something very wrong happens, do we?"




My Other Mother Ch. 02



"No."

"I love you and I don't want you seeing me in some way that'll screw your head up because of all this. I suppose there's nothing wrong with you seeing your mum as an attractive woman, any more than there's anything wrong with me seeing my son as a very attractive young man. And I do take it as a very high compliment coming from you, but try not to have so much fun being so close to me," she said with a knowing wink, her good humoured mood returning.

"But it's not like th-!"

"Oh, shut upa you face!" she laughed. "You can't tell me you don't have fun with me at bedtime."

"Well, yeah, I do. It's just that I love you too, and I don't want this stuff ruining how we see each other any more than you do. I don't want you seeing me as some incestuous pervert, even though I think you already do," I moped.

It was the truth, or at least as much of it as I dared to tell. How could I come right out and tell her I couldn't stop checking her out when she wasn't looking?

" ... No, I don't. And I'm glad you're being as responsible about this as you can, but what you're really afraid of... is how she'll see our bedtime fun."

It took me a moment to figure out that she meant my 'real mother' and my heart sped up for her referring to herself in that manner.

"Well... yeah."

"Everything will be alright, sweetie pie," she assured me with a loving smile. "Look, I told you not to worry, right?"

"Yes."

"She'll understand and our situation won't always be like this."

"Yes, Mum," I agreed, just wanting the subject dropped. Her referance surprised and bothered me and I wasn't prepared to deal with that right then.

"I enjoy bedtime too, you know. Like I told you, I haven't had this much fun with someone for a long time. But I'm thinking you do have a lot more fun with me than with that little whore, huh?"

"Well... yeah," I admitted with a guilty smile.

"Remember how we kissed each other goodnight on the lips last night?"

"Yes."

"That was fun. Wasn't it?"

I nodded, my uncontrolled smile getting wider at the memory of how soft her lips were.

"And pretty innocent, right?"

"Yes."

"Sooo... you want to do it again?"

" ... Umm..."

She gave me a soft, lingering kiss. It was so nice and such a tease. She came in for another and I started kissing her back. She smiled fondly at me while I smiled nervously between tender, experimental kisses that I really enjoyed a lot more than I should. Her kisses became longer, her smile fading as the palm of her hand rested on the side of my face, long nails caressing lovingly. My hand slowly travelled up her back, fingers running through beautiful blonde hair at the back of her head as our kissing slowly became more and more intense. I could hardly believe it when her tongue popped into my mouth and her body ground against my hardness.

"Mmmmm. Ohhh, sweetie pie," she whispered with hot breath in my ear. "See... part of the problem is that... Mummy is sooo horny. I'm probably teasing you without even realizing it sometimes. I'm sorry, I don't mean to."

I had no idea what to say to this. I didn't have to say anything because, as fast as her expression changed to one of tricky playfulness, she began tickling under my arms. I jumped and tried to stop her, she giggling outright as we suddenly began to struggle, she ending up right on top of me, my cock getting more excited by her friction and revving up to a messy incident if she didn't stop.

"Muu-uum, quit it!"

"(giggle!)

I had to laugh, too, I couldn't help it with her tickling me, and I soon had to defend myself, tickling under her arms to try to get her off me, getting a playful scream as she battled back, twisting and grinding me closer to orgasm. I approached a strange, laughing panic, really trying to stop this beautiful, playful woman, my own mother, before she made me do the unthinkable.

"Hey!" She protested when I finally had to take some control by using a simple holding technique. "You're using your Jujitsu, no fair!"

"Muuum!" I fretted, despite the lingering smile from her antics, desperately trying to think of a way to explain my advancing predicament to her.

"Let me gooo!" she begged with a convincing smile, her boobs jiggling practically in my face as she squirmed around, trying to get free.

The only important thing was that this hold held her body away from mine in the right way while I tried to stay still, mentally willing the orgasm that came so close back down to my balls. When it had safely passed, I let out a deep breath and let her back down on top of me, but continuing to hold her still.

"What's wrong?" she asked, her struggles ceased as she looked at me with some concern.

"Geez, you almost made me...!" I panted

" ... You... You almost came?"

She started laughing, but it was an excited, nervous laugh.

"Mum, I'm serious, you can't be doing that!"

"All I was doing was tickling you!"

"But you were squirming all over me and-!"

"Oh, alright, spoilsport! You can let me go, I promise I'll stop."

She settled in beside me like usual with a regretful, yet still playful smile and noted, "You look so relieved."

"Well, yeah! Mum, I like having fun with you, but I don't want to... you know!"

I very much wanted to.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," she sighed. "I know, I just wouldn't have thought that thing would be so sensitive. Jeesh."

I could only laugh nervously, just glad she was apparently attempting to wind herself down.

" ... I don't think she'll mind our fun that much," she offered.

"What if she does?"

"She'll be different by the time you really see her again, anyway."

"How so?"

"She won't be like she used to be. I'll be closer to the woman you love and respect after what we went through."

She was right. I'd never seen my mother with the rug pulled out from underneath her like that before and she definitely didn't cope well.

"You know, hon... She doesn't have to come back."

" ... I promised her."

"Mmmm," my other mother acknowledged as she snuggled in closer. "That doesn't mean she has to come back. When it gets right down to it, I mean. Just something to think about, sweetie pie."

Part 5

I was woken by Mum getting out of bed that morning. By the time I got my eyes fully open she'd taken her silk robe from the window, but paused before putting it on, staring out there as though she were intently reading her own future. The morning light cut through her nightie, granting a very nice sight to wake up to while I lay there, shamelessly checking out her alluringly inviting curves as I got harder and harder.

She eventually moved away from the window, throwing her bathrobe over her shoulders, suddenly seeing me awake and looking at her.

"Good morning, hon," she greeted, her expression in shadow since she'd turned her back to the window, but her tone seemed to be smiling.

"Good morning." I replied.

"Sleep well?"

"Yes, yourself?"

"Like a baby," she answered.

"More like sleeping beauty."

It just popped out.

" ... Sweetie pie, I love you for saying things like that. I know you mean it, too."

"Yeah... I should get up."

"Looks to me like you already are."

" ... Mum, c'mon. You know I can't help it," I complained, still embarrassed and uncomfortable about these things despite our new and crazy understanding.

"I know, I know," she allowed. "And I can't help teasing. It helps relieve some of the pressure of my hormones."

A few minutes later, after I'd thrown on some clothes while she waited for a bowl of soup in the microwave, I was headed for the door to go take a shower when she spoke.

"I don't know what I'd do without you."

Her statement was almost toneless, but so sincere in its naked simplicity. I turned slowly and walked back to the table, to her side but between her and the window. She turned and I could finally see her features, the bright, yet strangely deep darkness of her beautiful hazel eyes now smiling tenderly with the rest of her face.

"How are you, Mum?" I asked with quiet warmth, as though we hadn't seen each other for a little while.

"As long as you're here, I'm fine," she replied in the same manner.

" ... I love you."

"Love you too, honey."

I moved a step closer and put my arms around her. She did likewise and we just stood there with my still hard cock between us yet again. But it wasn't about that. I wanted to stay there for a bit while I could and she seemed content to do the same.

"Mum, the uh... the things we talked about last night... I want you to know that it's still hard for me to accept and... well, if you think differently now that it's daylight and all, I'd understand, you know. I don't know what I'd do without my mum and I'd never want to do anything that would... you know."

"No, we're okay," she replied. "I mean, it's wrong, how we act at bedtime, but it's not that bad, really. We're both just horny and we're keeping things in perspective like we should. All we really did was kiss each other and, since we do love one another, It's not really that big a deal. Is it?"

"Well... it was a bit more than that. We kinda made out."

" ... You liked it as much as I did, though."

"Yeah. I did. You're a lot better at it than Staci ever was, that's for sure."

"I would expect I am," she responded with her trademark raised brow and smirk. "Don't get too used to it though, tiger. Like I also said last night, these conditions won't last forever and... sooner or later you'll find some young woman for yourself..."

"And you'll find another man," I added.

" ... Yeah. You know, I never thought about that. Not even back home."

"You'll find someone. You're so gorgeous. All my friends thought so too, you know. If they knew how it really was with you and Dad, they'd have probably fought over you."

"Oh, sweetie pie, you say the nicest things to me. You can't know how much it means after being betrayed like I was."

"It hurt you a lot, didn't it?"

"Yes. Yes, it did. Not much hurts me, but that really did. I always thought he appreciated me and even when I suspected he was cheating, I could never quite bring myself to believe it. I suppose it sounds conceited and self important, but I never thought any man would ever cheat on me. I always thought I was too good a woman. Isn't that silly?"

"You are too good a woman, Mum. He was just too stupid to see it and too spoiled by everything you provided for him to appreciate it. You were wasted on him."

"Aw, thanks, sweetie pie. See, this is why I don't know what I'd do without you. You make me feel so good about myself."

She gave me a lingering kiss on the lips that I returned, loving the soft feel of hers on mine and closing my eyes to the wonderful sensation.

"Go get showered, horndog," she said when she pulled away. "I'll have some eats prepared for us when you get back."

"Okay, Mum. See ya in ten."

As much as I wanted to, needed to, I couldn't bring myself to jerk off in that communal bathroom shower anymore than I could allow myself to do it with the image of Mum wearing that skimpy little nightie in my mind.

Part 6

Returning from my shower a little later, I found her sitting at the table, smoking a cigarette and drinking a coffee across from the bowl of soup waiting at my place, but she looked up when I came in. She wore a kind of glorified, pale pink T-shirt with an oval neckline that showed about the same amount of cleavage she sported yesterday. At the bottom of the oval were four buttons, each one spaced just widely enough to show the strain her rack was putting them under. A mid thigh length, faded denim skirt did wonders for her hips, especially sitting down, and with her legs crossed I couldn't help but glimpse quite a bit of thigh.

"Hey, sweetie pie."

"Hi."

"Listen, there's something I'd like to talk to you about."

"Okay. I'm not in trouble, am I?"

"Trouble?" she asked, brows slightly furrowed. Of course not, why would you think that?"

I shrugged and sat down to my soup.

"No, actually I wanted to talk to you about your birthday. I didn't forget, you know. I only didn't wish you a happy birthday because I was hoping I could get you something nice to go with that wish sooner than this."

"That's alright, Mum."

"No, it's not. I always made it a point to remember your birthday and get you something special, like your watch, and this year will be no different. I just wanted you to know that I didn't forget about you, is all."

"It's really alright, Mum. I know we can't afford anything and, under the circumstances, you really shouldn't-"

"No, I definitely should, because of the circumstances."

"You'll make me feel guilty."

She shot me a funny smile and said, "Tomorrow, if the weather's nice. You'll have a great time and you won't feel guilty. The really special things are always free, you know."

I couldn't help but smile back. She was right, she always came through on my birthdays and it was always one of those times when she made everything about me. It one of those things that went a long way towards offsetting her somewhat strict behaviour. She smiled wider in response, obviously taking pleasure in my anticipation and the lift of my spirits.

I finished my soup and took our dishes to the bathroom to give them a quick wash, coming back to a fresh coffee, she still sitting at her spot.

"Thanks for the coffee."

"No prob. Hey, I wonder if you could do something for me?"

"What?"

"That wall," she said, gesturing to the plaster challenged bulkhead. "It gives me the creeps like that. I keep imagining all these disgusting little slithering monster creatures coming out of there and doing- hey, don't laugh!" she said, pointing with an embarrassed smile.

"I'm sorry, I- heh heh. 'Slithering monster creatures'?"

" ... Just do something with it, smarty pants."

"Do you think cardboard would help keep the monsters in the wall?"

"Oh, you little thing! Yes, I think cardboard will do it!" she verified, laughing a little afterwards at my teasing.

My eyes found their way to her chest, looking at the way they bounced a little with her laughter. They lingered there and the erection I had earlier started to come back. I looked back up to her eyes, realizing she was watching me check her out, but we both just kind of beheld each other with fond expressions. By the time fifteen seconds had passed, I was almost completely hard and a thought had entered my mind.

Now, one of the ways I'd often earn hell from Mum when I was growing up was this little thing I have about daring myself to do or say certain things. For example, while walking by the open window of the Principal's office one January day, it suddenly struck me that someone could easily whip a snowball right through that opening. It wasn't an impulse decision; I actually kept walking another twenty steps while I dared myself. I stopped and looked back, smiling suddenly because I knew I was going to do it. I had to because I thought of doing it.

The high speed, frozen projectile did go through the window as planned, exploding against the wall right beside Principal Hollister's head. Hey, I just couldn't help myself. The satisfaction of having done it, watching him trying to shout angrily at me around his enraged stuttering was almost worth what happened after he called Mum and told her to come pick me up. (again)

I felt the same way when I rose from my chair as when I stopped and looked back at the Principals window, the same excitement as I walked to my mother as when I backtracked, scooping up a handful of snow with the same little smile.

I stood in front of her and stared right at her awesome chest, wondering at how heavy they were, their density and how they'd feel in my hands as she looked up at me with a strange, unsure smile, her back subtly arching.

"Mum..."

"Yes?" she quietly answered as her eyes fell on the very obvious erection in my pants.

"Well... Um, I can think of a really nice little birthday gift you could give me right now. If- if you wanted to, I mean..."

"What's that?" she asked quietly, the same expression on her face as she looked back up to mine.

" ... Could you... lift your shirt and show me your bra?"

There was a pause as we silently beheld one another and I was starting to regret this little idea when her hands moved to the hem of her top. Looking down at what she was doing, she slowly raised it, showing me her belly button. Arching her back further, she pulled it over the swell of her breasts and up to her neck. Mum wore a translucent, white lace bra that offered moderate coverage to her beautiful, full breasts and I watched the darker circles of her large areolas as her nipples began erecting themselves. She looked up at me with an uncertain expression that seemed to look for approval.

"Is that what you wanted to see, sweetie pie?" she asked in the same quiet voice.

" ... Oh, Mum. They're so... perfect."

"Thank you," she sincerely replied, her smile getting just a bit bigger before she added, "I'm glad you like them."

"Your nipples are so long and hard..."

"Like your cock," she whispered.

I was so turned on, I couldn't help what came next.

"Um... Can you please show me your panties, too?"

"Oh, sweetie pie... I really shouldn't."

"Please, Mum?"

She hesitated another few seconds, but stood up. Her snug T stayed at her neck while she used her hands to slowly pull the front of her skirt up, revealing her low rise, matching panties as she also looked.

" ... The back too, okay?"

She looked at the bulge at the front of my pants again and turned around, pulling her skirt right up to her waist, looking back with the same expression of wanting approval. The semi large V of translucent lace between the top of her cheeks left most of her perfect ass bare and I almost came right there in my pants as she bent, putting one hand on the table with her arm left straight and spreading her feet a little.

"Oh my god, Mum..." I breathed. "You're so beautiful. I..."

We looked at one another again as this intense moment passed between us. My personal dare just brought us across a line and we both knew it.

I backed away and sat a little heavily on the bed, wondering what I'd been thinking, but also irresponsibly glad I didn't resist the dare.

"Happy birthday, sweetie pie," she bade, her smile a bit wider again as she straightened and turned, sitting back down, but leaving her skirt rolled at her waist, T-shirt bunched at her neck.

I looked at the floor, realizing what had taken place and suddenly wishing she'd fix her clothes, but unable to ask.

"I'm sorry, Mum. I just..."

"You don't have to make excuses."

"Well..."

"No, it's fine. ... Maybe we should get going?"

"Yeah."

"A nice kiss, first?"

I was about to agree to that, banishing thoughts of pushing her down on the bed and burying my face in that beautiful cleavage, when my eye caught something scurrying across the floor. It was a large mouse and it was headed straight for Mum's foot. I'd just opened my mouth to warn her, thinking I was too late as it approached her black, open toe shoe, when she raised her foot and brought the narrow, three inch heel down hard on the its back.

Her quick and precise movement was almost as startling as the appearance of the furry intruder and my thoughts of moments ago were wiped completely out as she slowly twisted the slender heel back and forth, bearing down hard as she ground it right through the creature. Her lips were twisted in a disgusted, hateful sneer as the mouse squeaked over and over in agony, little droplets of blood spitting from its disease infested mouth. When she did lift her foot, it was impaled on her heel and she had to scrape the thing off on the floor. Its front paws worked, trying to drag itself away despite its mortal wound and the state of shock it must have been in.




My Other Mother Ch. 03



Part 1

I looked for work. I spoke to people. I took notes. But I soon ended up in the middle of one of the uptown area's well maintained squares, this one behind an office building with a lot of shrubbery and secluded benches, old gravestones and monuments here and there. I found a nice spot in the center, sat on a bench and drew my legs up, hugging my knees and closing my eyes in the warm sunlight.

Around a nervous stomach cramp, I employed a technique that Mum had taught me to help with my studies, tests and stuff. Relaxing as well as I could in that position, I breathed slowly in through my nose, out through my mouth while I tried to empty my mind of all the tumbling, chaotic thoughts and conflicting emotions. After a few minutes, I slowly opened my eyes and began to mumble out loud.

"This is fucked," I murmured."

After a short pause, I answered, "Nothing is the same anymore. You're proceeding as though things are, but they're not. You have to adapt, like she said."

"Adapt? How do I adapt to this? If it was just the financial situation, I could. Fuck, I have, but Mum... she... throws everything into question. Doesn't she?"

" ... Yes, she does."

"No, it's our other mother. She's the one who throws everything into question."

"Yes. Yes, but your real mother isn't exactly your real mother anymore, at least not how you remember her. She said that herself and you saw it on the train all the way across the country, sooo..."

After a pause, "Maybe she just needs time to recover, to come back to what she was."

"Yeah. Maybe. But not yet. See, that's the thing. We need her the way she is."

I then fell into deep, silent thought for a minute. It probably seems odd, but talking to myself was something I always did when I was upset and needed to work things out, probably for the same reasons some people feel better after writing their problems in a diary or whatever. I've always done it and always assumed every 'only child' did. In any case, it usually helped me to at least find an objective standpoint from which to view my problems for what they really were, sometimes even to find a solution.

"The problem... is that Mum is crazy. There, I said it. I'm making the mistake of thinking of her as two people because that seems to be the easy way to understand her and that seems to be how she sees it too, but she's not. My other mother is as much my mother as the person I always knew.

"Sooo... what? What does this mean? She seemed pretty sane all these years, at least when we weren't being punished, but now things are desperate and she drinks, which brings on what would seem like another personality. We just deal with that, right? She deals with our financial circumstances, then we deal with her."

"Wrong, not that simple. You know it isn't. She's crazy whether she's sober or not, the booze only brings it out. And she knew that. She practically told us she was crazy a couple days ago, told us that things would change, tried to warn us. She knew herself what would happen when she started drinking. But... when did she get the booze?"

" ... Oh, shit! She was always asking how long we'd be every time we went out on a trip to get stuff. Once we were gone a little over an hour and that would have been plenty of time."

"Right... we thought she was afraid to be alone."

"Hm. And I'll bet that's why we never saw her with a drink in our life until all this shit with Dad came down on us. She did know, enough to stay away from it. She even told us that we were the stable one. Fuck, did you hear her refer to herself in the third person?"

"Yeah... She also made it clear that things like what's wrong with her... runs in families. Oh, fuck. That explains a few things, doesn't it?"

"Don't be stupid. ... I think... I think... She's depending on that, this stability she sees in us. More than she let on... Now that I think of it, it's almost like... I don't know. Can't quite see it."

(pause)

"The longer she has to be like this, the worse she'll get. She said that crazy people only ever get worse. ... I think she ran a bit wild a long time ago, probably after she got out on her own after all that shit with her family. She experienced a side of herself that scared her and she managed to straighten up. Now that side, my other mother as we call her... she's like the nuclear genie of her own life. Effective, but once deployed..."

(pause)

"And she's been deployed."

"And she's relying on us to not let her alter ego destroy her. But... if she had anything left to compare to what that alter ego can accomplish, my other mother never would have seen the light of day. She said she was battling some tough personal decisions, didn't she? Oh yes indeed, she did."

"It may be possible that it's our turn to take the reins, to be the 'man of the house' after our other mother is gone. After all, that personality is a fucking force of nature, but she expects us to shut it down once it does what it's supposed to, even told us that we could."

"And here's where things get sticky. She'd also expect us to not let her go too far. Like letting us see her in bra and panties because we asked her to show us. Sssshit!"

" ... Yeah, you're somethin' else, aren't ya?"

" ... Fuck off."

" ... You're falling for her."

" ... Fuck off."

"You need to see this for what it is."

"(siiiiigh!) I have no idea what this is. How the fuck should I know? I took Business Prep, not Psychology. How in the fuck do I deal with Psycho Mum?"

"Don't say that about her, it's not nice. And don't be stupid. Adapt, like she said. Learn more, learn what you need to know. Get your shit together! You owe her for everything and, no matter how you love her, your love for her as your mother, your 'real' mother if you will, comes first."

"Yeah... time to get my shit together."

A half hour later I was at the Library. In a nutshell, here's what I found:

Dissociative Identity Disorder: This is a mental affliction that is often brought on by repeated, usually severe childhood trauma, physical, sexual and/or emotional. (her mother) People who have this disorder show at least two distinct personalities which are in control of that person's actions at different times and often abuse alcohol.

This, as near as I can tell, is what's happening with Mum. At least when she drinks.

Sociopath: A person who displays antisocial behaviour and has a tendency to become aggressive, threatening and even violent when a situation isn't to their liking. (the slumlady) They also display a lack of remorse for others, irresponsible and impulsive behaviour and tend to abuse alcohol and other drugs. This is another condition that is formed and starts during childhood, usually at about age fifteen and, again, this disorder is believed to be caused by early abuse and even exposure to another such personality. (Sheila and Marie)

That would be the personality of my 'other mother'. Apparently, during my frighteningly ironic conversation with myself in the square, I was wrong about not thinking of her as two separate people.

Walking back towards streets closer to home, my worries still gnawed at me. As you can imagine, my recent education didn't make me feel any better.

"Holy fuck," I murmured to myself. "So, Mum's got a split personality which comes out when she drinks and... that personality is a sociopath?"

" ... Oh, shhhit. This can't be. No way," myself frightfully replied.

Part 2

"Steve!" somebody shouted.

I looked around, jarred from my thoughts and guilt concerning Mum, and spied Pitbull on the sidewalk a ways behind me. I waved and backtracked until we met.

"What's happenin', man?" he greeted.

"Not much, just looking for work and stuff. How 'bout you?"

"Comin from a friends place," he replied, taking a cigarette out of the package Mum gave him the day before. "How's your Mum?"

"Good. Your grammie?"

"Oh, she's happy in her new place and everything. Can't thank you guys enough."

"It's no prob. Actually, it was kinda fun."

"Yeah!" he laughed, "Especially when your Mum slapped Grace in the head. She hits hard, doesn't she?"

"She's... spirited. Hey, I just remembered I gotta go down to the recycling bins and grab some big pieces of cardboard. Wanna come if you're not busy?"

"Sure."

I was lucky enough to find a box that had held a large, flat screen television, flattened and not cut into pieces. I was wondering if I should hit the dollar store for something to stick it up with when Pitbull nodded subtly towards the street and spoke.

"Don't stare, but you see that guy goin' in the black Crown Vic?"

I glanced in the direction of his nod, spied the sedan in question and kept it in my peripheral, confirming, "Yes, I see him."

"He's one of those people I told you about that you want to avoid. His name's Merle Cunningham, an RCMP agent."

"A cop?" I queried, taking a casually glancing, but closer look.

"No. A rat. The cops gave him that car and he's on their payroll."

"Everybody knows?"

"Yeah, everyone in the South end does. He used to run here a while back. We all avoid him, but he's a big wheel now, anyway. He deals in large amounts."

"You mean... Wait, you said he worked for the cops."

"He does, but he still deals."

"The cops don't know?"

"Sure they know. They don't touch him, otherwise he wouldn't be much of an agent, so he gets away with almost anything. That guy is practically above the law and that's why you just don't go near him. It's a sure thing the fucker has a gun and he wouldn't hesitate to use it."

"Holy shit. But how does he operate if people know he's a rat?"

"I don't know. Like I say, he deals at a higher level than most people in the South end, probably with out of towners, but still... people talk, y'know?"

"Yeah."

Part 3

Now, Preacher?

You may say your peace now.

You're now looking, for the last time, at the mortal body of Frances Elroy Duffy, born to John and Edna Duffy, good, God-fearing folk. Who raised me up to be a good man and a good Christian, a good husband to my beloved wife, good father to my children, who I leave behind, hoping that they, and all of you, will learn this here lesson which I leave you with. When you take the devil into your mouth, you're doomed! For he is lying there in wait for you inside that bottle of whiskey. Waiting for you to take him into your mouth. Waiting to get down into your guts where he can do his devil's work. Liquor is the most foul, evil thing in this here world. It destroyed good men like myself. It'll destroy you too. Beer is not much better -- it's slower, cheaper. So take these words of advice. And remember, you heard them from a poor sinner, got no more cause to lie, 'cause he's going to meet his maker. Now he's ready. Well that's all I've got to say.

"What's this?" Mum asked upon coming through the door with a white plastic bag from the supermarket in one hand, purse strap over her shoulder and separating her boobs.

"Hang 'em High," I replied from the bed, lowering the volume with the remote.

"Great movie. Hey! You fixed the wall!"

"Yup," I confirmed, my pulse quickened by her presence, that youthful vitality that made it so easy to forget who and what I was dealing with.

"Looks good, how'd you get it to stay up there?"

"Some two way tape and long thumbtacks from the Dollar Store."

"Great job, honey! Here, give Mummy a kiss."

She removed her purse, put it and the plastic bag down on the table and came over, leaning in with her globes hanging, me looking right down her shirt at her loaded, white lace bra before we smooched for a few seconds. She gave me a slightly wild look as she straightened and I started to get hard despite myself.

"How was your day?" I asked as Francis Elroy Duffy silently dropped to his death at the Gallows.

"Not that great, but not all bad. It's kinda like fishing."

I smiled again, knowing what she was talking about after having seen her in action.

"How was your day, hon?"

"Still no work. Met up with Pitbull earlier."

"Oh? How's he and Agnes?"

"Doing good."

"Did you talk to any other new people, possibly interesting and informative ones?"

"Not really. Want my notes?"

"Sure."

I turned up the TV a little, but I was no longer really watching, rather stressing about having a hardon for a sociopathic version of my own mother, the one my attraction started with, not my real mother. And what did that mean? It meant that I was taking advantage, didn't it?

And as much as I trusted her where our mutual situation was concerned, I suddenly didn't where she and I were personally concerned. I'd noticed her subtly contradict herself the night before concerning the idea of not keeping my promise. She even came out and told me in so many words that I didn't have to keep it. Of course, this wasn't an option because my other mother is unstable, no matter how different my real Mum might have been at that point, or how she might feel about what was happening between us. The most confusing thing was the mixed sexual messages I was getting, further evidence there really were two different personalities at work within her.

So, the right course of action was to dodge her advances, my own sex drive and my new feelings for her, try to at least keep things playful until I could keep my promise. Too bad I had to take that stupid dare and push things to the next level. That wouldn't help my hard-

"This Merle Cunningham..." Mum voiced, all business with her black hole eyes suddenly on me. "What else can you tell me about him?"

I went through everything Pitbull told me.

"Huh..." she remarked after a thoughtful pause. "Describe him."

"Short dark hair, buzz cut. Kind of a bushy mustache, but not too bushy, bit of a big nose."

"Eye colour?"

"Too far away and he was wearing shades anyway."

"License plate?"

"Sorry, never thought."

Her hands came together, palms flat against one another with her forefingers touching her lips as she looked right through me with those odd, bright eyes of darkness for about fifteen increasingly unnerving seconds before she spoke again.

"Describe him. What was your impression of the man himself?"

"Uhh..."

"Relax, close your eyes and empty your mind. ... Breathe and relax..."

I closed my eyes and did as instructed, although having trouble relaxing, emptying my mind of terms like 'sociopath' and 'Dissociative Identity Disorder'.

"Bring him up to memory, the first split second you laid eyes on him and freeze frame how he comes across."

" ... Arrogant. Self assured, cocky. One of those high feeling guys."

"Did he look around as he drove?"

" ... No."

"Are you sure?"

"Not while I had eyes on him."

"You'd recognize him if you saw him again," she assumed.

"Yes, especially now."

"Thank you, hon. Open your eyes."

She was smiling at me with a curious expression and said, "You did very well."

"Mum, you remember the part where Pitbull said this guy should be avoided... right?"

"Yup. You coming down to practice tonight?"

"Practice?"

"The band. They'll be here in a few hours, you coming down with Mummy to check them out?"

" ... Yeah, maybe. I might want some alone time, though. No offense, I do love your company."

"Yes," she smiled. You let me know this morning how much you love my company. Brazen."

"I shouldn't have asked you to do that, Mum. I'm sorry, I don't know what came over-"

"Sweetie pie, I... I liked it. It made me feel good about myself and it's not like you really saw anything, so... it's alright. And when Mummy says it's alright..."

"It- it's alright," I had to lamely conclude. 'Mummy' (especially this Mummy) wasn't to be defied.

"That's right, and no, I don't take it personally; we all need alone time every now and then. Come here, help me get an early supper under way, I got some good stuff on sale."

Of course, this meant having to get up with what was bound to be a very visible erection in my pants. I couldn't think of an excuse to stay where I was that wouldn't sound idiotic and Mum always expected me to jump when she said, so all I could do was hesitate as my mind scrambled and my face turned beet red again. We weren't even in bed together this time.

"Hon, come on."

I got slowly off the bed, standing just as she looked.

"Steven, stop dawdling, I have... to... Oh, Steven..." she said as though this were too much.

Well, wasn't it?

"I... Oh, god! I'm sorry, it just..."

" ... Sweetie pie... When's the last time you came?"

"(sigh) Vancouver."

" ... Uh huh. ... When I go downstairs, I want you to get your big cock out and... and play with it. Make... make yourself cum all over your nice, hard belly, alright? You'll feel better and maybe this won't happen to you so much."

"Oh my god," I expressed in a low, mortified tone.

"Don't feel bad, I understand. You need it. Now, come help me with this, okay?"

After we'd finished eating, we watched a little TV from the bed. I managed to mostly get over my embarrassment by then, thanks to how she just dropped the subject, and we talked of superficial things, both of us in a contented mood that only felt a little forced.

See, there was no denying that my other mother was fun. I had a good time with her, even outside her sexuality and my attraction, and as long as I handled her freakier moments just right, the situation wasn't overall bad. Of course, a hardon can influence my thinking.

There was a brisk knock at the door.

"I'll get it," I said, getting to the edge of the bed before she stopped me.

"With that raging hardon in your pants? Stay here, it's just Jamie anyway," she said, moving forward and off the bed. "Although, they're pretty early. You coming down after... after you come down? Heh."

"Mum," I complained with a smile, silently cursing the fact that I couldn't get the image of her in her bra and panties out of my mind.

"Don't be upset. We'll talk at bedtime," she promised.

(Oh, boy)

She opened the door and her expression changed to one of minor surprise.

"Oh... Mr. Blanchard."

"Rent day."

"Yes, of course, I'll just get my purse."

She turned and left the doorway to return to the table, giving me a little smirk. Joe stepped into the threshold and took a look around, seeing me and giving me a little smirk of his own. I ignored him.

Mum was returning to the doorway with her purse when he spoke up, looking at her chest as he did. "Yeah, uh, there was a mistake the day you moved in. I didn't realize you'd both be living here, I thought it would just be the boy."

"Meaning?" she asked, standing frozen with her hand in her purse.

"Well, it means it's two people, two hundred bucks a week."

" ... What?"

This was total bullshit. I got off the bed and stood just behind Mum, saying, "That works out to eight hundred Dollars per month. We can get one hell of a nice apartment for that."

"And you're welcome to go do that but, as it stands, you owe me another fifty bucks for the half week you've been here and two hundred bucks for next week."

"But... Mr. Blanchard, that's about all the money we have and neither of us are employed yet." Mum told him.

"I'm sorry, but that's not my problem. You can either pay up tonight, or move tonight."

"But... Can we at least have a few days to-"

"Nope. You pay on rent day. Sorry, I don't make the rules."

"Why do I get the feeling you're making this one?" I asked.

As his eyes silently met the challenge in mine, Mum turned around to give me a look that said very clearly, "Shut -- up."

I looked away from her, compressing my lips and jutting my lower jaw in anger as I inspected the doorframe.




My Other Mother Ch. 03



Turning back to him, she said, "Mr. Blanchard... You're putting us in one heck of a spot. We didn't plan for this when we moved in and we've... Look, there must be something we can do.

"Yes, you can pay me the money you already owe and decide whether you're payin' for another week, or moving before the end of the day. That, or I can come in and you and your boy can suck my cock."

In the silent pause that ensued, I tried to be sure I heard what I thought I heard.

"That'll take care of the half week you owe me for, anyway. I'll come back tomorrow to fuck you both for-"

"I'm gonna to break your fuckin' legs, you son of aaaaaaaahh!!"

I stepped around Mum as I told the pig my intentions, but I was stopped up from behind by a fistful of my hair.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!!" I yelled as she dragged me back inside our room.

With a cold tone, she informed, "One moment, Mr. Blanchard." before closing the door and briskly leading me, eyes squinted shut against the pain, by her fistful of my hair to my place at the table. With the necessity to keep pace with her leading hand, I had to literally throw myself into the chair in an ungainly sprawl, hitting the table and knocking stuff to the floor.

With the end of her nose about a half inch from mine, she seethed too low for Joe to hear, "Who was it that decided you should take Jujitsu?"

"You did!" I strained at the same volume.

"You did what!?"

"You did, Mum!"

"Who found the best instructor in the city?"

"You did, Mum!"

"Who drove you there, unfailingly, week after week?"

"You did, Mum!"

"Who made you practice and take additional private training between classes?"

"You did, Mum!"

"That's right, hon. I did. So, who does that black belt really belong to? Hm?"

"You, Mum!"

"If you know that, what makes you think you're free to use it when I don't tell you to?"

"I'm sorry, Mum!"

"Here's a better question: How would it help if you ended up charged and jailed for a violent assault? How would that help our situation? How would it help to have the media descend on us again while we're trying to get quietly back to our feet here? What in hell were you thinking!?"

"I-"

"Shut up! Just sit here... and let me deal with this grease ball somehow without him sucking us dry, or we him. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mum!" I managed, just wanting her to let go of my hair.

"Well hey, that's just great," she spat sarcastically before finally letting me go. Those strange, dangerous eyes appraised me for a further moment before she added, "I appreciate your motive, but you must think of cause and effect before you speak or act. Try to learn this!"

With that, she straightened, irritably jerking the wrinkles out of her pink T-shirt by the hem, and walked out the door, closing it behind her.

Of course, she was right.

I gingerly touched my scalp, making sure there was still some hair left where she was pulling at it to the sounds of low, incoherent discourse from the hallway. My hands were shaking as I rubbed the area a little better, my body still full of adrenaline, and I hadn't calmed down much when Mum returned, closing the door after her.

She stood there looking at me critically for a moment before coming to the table and opening her purse. She removed a pint of Smirnoff, briefly examining it before unscrewing the cap and taking a sip, then passing it to me.

"I normally wouldn't encourage this, but have some."

"Mum-"

"Do what I tell you, sweetie pie."

I took the bottle, hesitated a moment and took a drink. Beer, the slower, cheaper devil, was my traditional preference on the few occasions I did drink a little and my face twisted at the putrid taste of the hard liquor.

"Gluuh! Mum, I can't... No way can I suck his-"

"Do you honestly think I'd let that happen?"

" ... No."

"Take another drink and listen. We're in a situation here. We can't afford to get chucked out now, that would be very-"

"Gleuuk!"

"-very bad timing for our opportunities. Yet, we can't let that money go out, either. We just can't. You understand that."

"Yes, and I know I can't see you used by that pig any more than you'd see it done to me," I dared. "I don't know what-"

"Take another drink. He won't be using me, either."

" ... Iggg-uuh! Mum, this is gross! If we don't have to suck him, then why am I-?"

"Sweetie pie, just shut up, okay?" she asked, taking the bottle from me and replacing the cap. "He's kinda got us over a barrel, but at the same time, he's provided a third option. Think of the next little while as an opportunity to further ourselves and our efforts."

Her pint back in her purse, she took me by the arm and led me to a seat on the bed, dropping her purse on the floor and nudging it out of sight beneath it with her foot.

"In a minute, Mr. Blanchard will be coming in and... He'll be in charge for a little while."

"Wha-!?"

"Do you trust me?"

She was bending slightly, looking me in the eyes and forcing me to do the same. Hers seemed to be dancing with that strange darkness of bright hazel.

"Yeah, but-"

"Do you trust me?"

" ... I trust you, Mum."

"Than just... play along. I'll make this as quick and painless as possible and know that this solution is a lot better than the alternative."

" ... Mum..."

It was too late, she'd already straightened and left the bedside, taking the few required strides to the door as I sat feeling like a herded and trapped animal, the vodka working on my senses, bolstering what was left of the adrenaline that I was supposed to use up while turning Joe the pig into Joe the pretzel.

She opened the door and invited him in, standing aside and closing it after. Our Superintendant took another look around from the middle of the floor, then ran his eyes over me with another damned smirk as I glared hatefully at him.

When our eyes locked, his smirk faltered ever so little, a bit like the slum lady's expression changed when she really looked Mum in the eyes. He looked away with some uncertainty, but soon recovered himself and took a seat in Mum's usual spot at the table, looking at her after he'd settled.

"Your boy doesn't seem to like me much."

"He respects and loves his mother the way I brought him up to," Mum answered in a level tone. "He'd like to see others treat me with the same respect."

"Would he, now?" the pig laughed.

"So much so that, had I not stopped him, you'd be out in the hall tied in knots and screaming for someone to come and put you out of your misery right now. Best not to push him too far."

Again, his composure slipped for a second as he glanced at me, then looked back at Mum and I knew he believed her as he suggested, "Well then, maybe you ought to take a seat there with him, make sure he doesn't do anything we'll all regret."

She complied, slowly walking over with her chin held high in defiance and sitting beside me, her knees together in the same skirt she was wearing that morning.

"You got a girlfriend?" he asked me.

"No."

"How 'bout you, Kathleen, you got a man? Possibly a girlfriend of your own?"

"No."

"You two must get pretty lonely. Why don't you uh, keep each other company? Maybe start with some nice smooching."

It wasn't hard to see where this was leading. I looked at Mum, immediately wondering if she'd maneuvered this somehow, feeling ashamed for it but knowing it was a legitimate suspicion, especially when I saw the expression on her face.

She looked at me too, her eyes quickly scanning my face for my reactions to Joe's instruction. Her demeanor was one of stalwart pride mixed with the most subtle excitement and lust as she leaned in close, giving me one of those simple, soft kisses on my lips. Then another.

"Kiss her back."

I leaned forward and gave her one that she immediately returned.

"More. Keep smooching."

"(smooch)"

My entire body felt as though it was vibrating as I denied the excitement mixed with shame that welled up inside me in front of Joe, but the vodka was taking a nice hold and numbing my sensibilities. Our eyes would connect off and on as I watched my mother's excitement grow with mine.

"Let's turn the heat up, you two."

I leaned closer, pressed my lips harder to hers and a moment later I felt her tongue glancing my lips, her light hand on my upper arm.

"You always this shy with the girls? Come on, put your arms around her. Make her feel... gooood."

I did as he said, slipping one hand under her arm at her waist and the other around her shoulders as she pulled me in. We ended up in an embrace, not just kissing anymore, but making out.

"Ohhhhh, sweetie piiie..." Mum sighed almost inaudibly in my ear as I started kissing the side of her face and neck.

My dick, having softened during the events that followed Joe's knock, was well on its way to rock hard again, and that's when it kind of hit me, what was going on. There was no longer any choice in the matter of messing with Mum. I was doing it and I didn't have the power to stop, or draw the line on how far I'd go. It seemed as though the pig had control, but my sense of responsibility, now awash in a roiling sea of vodka, was telling me that Mum was the one who was really in charge. My dick continued to get harder as she rubbed my back, obviously finding it easier to accept the fact that we were making out in front of someone, being directed by that person. My sense of responsibility was now screaming something about other shithole rooms to rent in the city and how this didn't seem necessary, but the details were hard to hear as Mum softly and gently sucked at the side of my neck.

He let us go like that for minute as my dick came to full erection in my pants.

"Don't you two look sweet together? Oh, I wasn't talkin' about your tits, by the way," he added, looking at Mum with a laugh at his own joke. "But they're quite something, aren't they, boy?"

I didn't answer when we stopped kissing to look at him, still holding one another, me slowly rubbing her back while her nails played languidly in the hair at the back of my head.

"Speak up. You like your mum's big titties?"

" ... Yeah," I toned, because I did and I actually wouldn't have wanted Mum to feel bad by saying I didn't, even under those circumstances.

"Look at them nipples... ho-ly shit, lookit 'em."

I looked down to see them standing out in stark relief, so erect that I was surprised they didn't tear through. Even mum looked surprised at them.

"God dam, ya got her all hot and horny, boy."

The room seemed overheated as I sat waiting for what came next, feeling flushed all over despite the cool, early evening breeze from the open window. Mum looked flushed too, regarding Joe with that same defiant pride, yet with that lustful, excited expression in her sparkling eyes that anybody else would miss.

"Ever see her in her bra?"

I shook my head. Telling him the truth wouldn't exactly help and it's not as if I wanted anybody to know about our 'bedtime fun'.

"Unbutton her shirt."

I looked at her, down at her chest again, the lines and seams of her bra lighter in contrast against the pink cotton of her top, those incredible nipples before looking questioningly back to her face.

"Just do what he says, hon." She quietly affirmed.

She took her arms from around me, put one hand on the bed and another on her thigh and sat straighter as she faced me, not quite looking me in the eye. I raised my hands and with trembling fingers began with the top button as she stuck her chest out a little, glancing at Joe who was opening the front of his pants.

I finished unfastening the top of her shirt, the last button only halfway down to her navel, exposing the stark white center gusset of Mum's lace bra and the insides of its full cups.

"Pull them out of her shirt."

I hesitated before slowly pulling the parted top halves of her shirt apart and down, she watching this forced, taboo invasion of her body that I'd been dreaming about ever since that morning's dare. I was gentle, respectful while I carefully grabbed each heavy cup and pulled it completely out so the three of us could see.

"Feel em up."

I grabbed them from the bottom, watching my hands in a daze as I hefted one at a time, squeezing a little here and there, rubbing over her excitingly firm buds and slowly giving myself over to doing what I wanted with them.

"Grab her nipples."

I did as he directed, pinching them up and playing with them.

"Ohhh... honey..."

"That feel good, Kathleen?"

She looked at him and nodded, that same expression of defiance still on her features, but now further overshadowed by her lust.

"Your boy's likin' it, too. Look at that fuckin' canoe in his pants."

Even through my increasing buzz, I was embarrassed by having that pointed out, seeing Mum look and allow her eyes to linger there.

"Boy, let's get a look at them nipples."

We locked eyes. This was where things got serious, where we'd drawn the line in the sand for ourselves, but I pulled the cups of her bra down just far enough so that her perfect, slightly elongated areolas and thick, firm, half inch tall nipples were exposed.

"Oh, fuck... they're nice. Pull on 'em."

"Uh," Mum gasped under her breath as I tugged on one, then the other. "Oooh, honey."

"Suck on 'em, boy."

I couldn't believe this, the opportunity to suck these awesome nipples of my mother's. I bent, taking one of her beautiful breasts at the bottom and lifted it to meet my eager lips. At first, I didn't open my mouth, letting it travel over the incredible protrusion for a moment before sucking it in, working it with my tongue as my eyes involuntarily closed.

"(gasp) U- oh... Ohh-h," Mum allowed.

"Yeah..." Joe quietly enthused. "There's one horny fuckin' bitch. Do her other nipple."

"Oh... Oh, oh, honey..."

He let me make her feel good in this fashion for a minute before he got bored, Mum's body softly trembling by the time he spoke again.

"Your mother wear panties, boy?"

After tearing myself away from her beautiful right nipple, I resentfully answered, " ... I dunno."

"Take a look and see."

I could barely believe my hand was actually moving to her lap, taking the hem of her skirt in my fingers and slowly raising it all the way to her midriff, again feasting my eyes on the plunging white V of the front panel disappearing down between her closed thighs.

"Spread your legs for him, Kathleen. Nice and wide."

She did so, slowly opening up as I watched and tried not to drool. Her pussy lips actually jutted out slightly, the cleft between them clearly evident as the delicate lace wrinkled there ever so little with her slight movements. It was the most attractive sight I'd ever seen, one of the most exciting things I'd ever done.

"Oh, shit..." Joe hissed, stroking his hardened member, almost the same length as mine, but thicker with a slightly bulbous head. "Look at them panties, boy. Fuuuck. ... Take your pants off. Kathleen, you watch."

I glanced at Mum, legs spread so wantonly, breasts completely out of their bra cups now and began unfastening the front of my pants as she watched, chewing on her bottom lip. I lifted my ass and pushed my jeans down to my ankles, kicking them off while I tried not to look at either of them. This left me in my briefs. I'd only ever exposed myself like this for Staci and the Doctor, and Joe's next instruction seemed like some kind of impossible, forbidden wet dream come true.

"Kathleen, pull his underwear down and have a look."

It was Mum's turn to glance at me as her hand made it's halting way to my lap, her trembling fingers grabbing the elastic waistband, long nails making me gasp and jerk a little as they lightly scratched my lower belly in the process. She slowly pulled them down as I lifted myself again, this time for her. Before I knew it, she had them almost to my knees where she stopped, simply staring at my hardened love for her.

"Ohhh, yeah. Look at that, Mum," Joe breathed.

She was looking at it, alright. Her eyes were riveted to it as she subtly chewed her bottom lip again, her nails slowly, distractedly caressing the top of my thigh.

"Oooh, sweetie pie..." she whispered.

"He's in good shape, isn't he?"

She nodded slowly, appreciatively.

"That's a nice, big cock, isn't it?"

"Yes," she quietly agreed.

"Play with it."

She barely hesitated and never looked at me as her hand slowly, gingerly wrapped around my hardened length, picking it off my belly.

"Uhh!" I gasped, flinching at her touch and the very sight of my mother's hand taking its light grip on my straining cock.

"Holy fuck, he's hard," Joe commented, stroking himself a little faster.

She squeezed just a little and her hand began sliding slowly towards my cockhead as though she was savouring every inch if its surface while it passed through her hand.

"Oh-hh, Mum!"

"Yeah... stroke your boy's big cock. Spread your legs nice n wide too, boy."

"Mr. Blanchard..." she almost whispered, never taking her eyes from what her hand was doing to me as I spread, "this is very wrong."

"Yeah... it is. Heh... Tell him to rub your cunt."

I could feel her light up at that through her hand as it suddenly squeezed a bit harder on its unhurried downward stroke. She looked up at me, searching my features for an instant before looking me right in the eye.

"Sweetie pie... rub Mummy's cunt."

I was supposed to resist, knew I was supposed to tell her no, to remove her hand from me and fire Joe right out the damned window, but I wanted to rub her pussy. I wanted to do dirty things with the beautiful authoritarian of my life for reasons I couldn't quite define at the time. So, I took my eyes from hers and watched my hand as it casually landed on the top of my mother's thigh, slipping to the inside and moving up, slowly stroking back and forth as she shivered with a sigh to the goose bumps I could feel.

My fingers found the front panel of her panties and slowly, lightly rubbed around the lace patterns while she played with my cockhead, both of us subtly twitching and breathing hard as we opened our legs as far as we could, perversely watching our own forbidden show.

"Ooooooh," Mum sighed breathlessly into my ear for me alone to hear. "Oh, sweetie pie, ye- Uh-h!"

And that's how we ended up sitting there, each of us slowly, softly, so erotically stroking the other as we again started making out on his order, her tongue finding its way inside my mouth as she started pushing her pelvis into my hand. Joe the pig ceased to exist as my morality was finally swallowed by the merciless swells of vodka and her tits pressing against me as we molested one another. He was only Joe the heavy breather, the voice that directed our now undeniable, incestuous passions.

"Ru- rub her harder."

"Mmmm!" she replied to the increased weight from my four fingers as I slowly rubbed up and down, dragging the front of her panties towards the mattress with each descent, our heavy sighs and unstoppable moans the only sound in the room.

Mum was giving me one hell of a hand job and I wondered if it was on purpose, or if it was the booze and the fact that it was my own mother's hand that just made it seem that way. It was so good that, after a few minutes of this attention went by, I started to feel that racing sensation within my body, but apparently Mum was closer to the finish line than I was.

"Uhh! ... Ohhh, honey...! Oh, swee-! Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh, GAWD! Ohh, GAAAWWDD!! OHHHH-HH!! Oh, FUUUUUUCK!! AHHHHHH, SWEETIE PIE, YEEEEESSS!!" she cried, bucking and jerking into my hand, her upper body collapsing against me as her legs suddenly squeezed shut, her hand still pumping my cock.




My Other Mother Ch. 03



Wow. Staci never orgasmed like that. I even wondered if she ever really did or if she was only faking it, but there was no need to wonder at Mum's display. It was real and real good.

"Oh, fuck, honey!" she breathlessly hissed in my ear after she finished and was trying to recollect herself.

Her hand slowed as her breathing did, but I was getting pretty close anyway, her performance effectively having driven me all the faster to near completion.

"Oh, M- mu... Mum..." I moaned, trying to keep my voice low.

She slowed her hand then, glancing at me before turning her head to face the pig, legs now half open again as we held each other and I softly caressed her mound.

"(ahem) M-Mr. Blanchard- Ohh! -Please... He's going to cum. Please, don't?"

"Shut up, Kathleen. Fuck your boy's cock with those nice big titties for me."

I couldn't believe it. Nobody'd ever spoken to my mother like that before without paying for it and she sure as hell didn't like it, judging by the sudden expression of angered, dire warning she shot at our intruder, but the next thing I knew, she was pulling my boxers the rest of the way down my legs and off, leaving me naked except for my T-shirt. She flashed a quick, nervous but somehow reassuring expression as she got to her feet, stooping over so she could kneel between my thighs and on my clothes. I swear I got even harder as she took my cock and leaned in close, directing it up underneath the bottoms of her incredible, bared tits thrusting from her shirt while I stared at those perfect, horny nipples again.

Joe was no longer saying anything, only breathing harder, Mum's chair creaking in rhythm with his own pumping hand as I felt the warmth of her chest on the front of my cock, its head burrow up between her delectable tits as she held them together. We looked each other in the eyes, my jaw half open in horny awe that this was actually happening, that she would have manipulated a situation that could lead to the things we were doing. This was definitely not the woman who raised me.

Mum only looked back with that same reassuring uncertainty as she took her time about lowering herself further, lips still slightly parted in such a way as to make me want to kiss her again. But she looked down in time to see my cock slowly emerging from between her boobs, the last place it had any business being, until it touched her chin.

She looked at it there, even moaned slightly, enjoying the look of this as much as I was and slowly her raised chest until my rod retreated back into her cleavage before she came down again. This was the first time I'd ever done this and, while the actual sensation wasn't as good as the inside of a pussy, or even her hand, the visual aspect was absolutely mind blowing, especially since it was my Mum's awesome tits that were wrapped around my cock. No, there was no denying how I got off on that particular aspect of our dirty act.

She went on fucking me like that, focused, breathing heavily, now as completely taken up by what she was doing as I was. Her wanton expression almost drove me crazy as our Superintendant moaned louder and it was only about a minute later when the previously unthinkable was an imminent reality.

"Ohhh, Mum! Oh my fuck, Mum! I'm... Ohhh-!

"Ooooh, sweetie pie, its okay. Mummy knows and it's o-oh! Oh! Ohhh! Oh my god!"

With a short, desperate groan a huge shot of my jism interrupted her assurances, splattering her right between the eyes as I convulsed. Her surprised exclamations of "Oh!" continued through several more heavy shots to her face as she continued looking down as though she were unable to look away from what she'd accomplished. One even shot straight into her open mouth, running freely back out again as she kept pumping me with her tits.

There was so much of it. I always came a large amount, but I can only guess the extra amount this time was caused by my inability to masturbate over the last month and the constant erections I got around my mother, the very woman whose face I was drenching uncontrollably with my hot jism.

I moaned pathetically when I was done, leaning back with my hand propped behind me, feeling like I'd just been used as a whip, mouth wide as she finally slowed her pumping enough to look up at me.

"Ohhh, honey..." she crooned, "you came right in Mummy's face! (gulp) Mm-mm."

"Oh my... god!" I panted, watching a large, sticky gob run from the bridge of her nose down to her cheek, another long, slimy string hanging down from her chin to her cum splattered chest, bra and shirt.

"Ooooh... all your cum!" she whispered, looking down again at the mess as the string dropped and landed on her breast, sliding down over her areola and stopping against her nipple

I was going to apologize, but there seemed little point. I couldn't tear my eyes away from her cum splashed mouth and, still hard, I unbelievably found myself wanting to do it to her again. I mean... I came in my beautiful mum's face.

She turned and looked at Joe, reminding me he was there and quietly, almost coyly asked, "Will that finish paying for last week?"

He could only look at her in something like the same astonishment I was. He'd orgasmed himself during mine, as evidenced by all the thick streams of his seed lying on the front of his work shirt, soaking in and darkening the high wear fabric underneath.

"Yeah" he wheezed. "Oh, shit yeah, lady. Holy fuck!"

"Leave us now."

He slowly sat straighter in his chair, tucking his spent member back in his underwear and refastening his pants before he stood, buttoning his jackshirt vest over his soiled work shirt with a satisfied smile.

"Holy fuck," he repeated, looking at us. "You two just bought yourselves a day. I'll be back for next week's rent tomorrow night. ... Ho-ly fuck, that was the hottest damned thing I ever saw!"

Joe showed himself to the door and, with a last, lingering look at us and my cock still parked between Mum's tits, left us alone to regard one another in deafening silence.

"Mum, I- I'm so sorry! Oh my god, I can't-"

"Shhh. Mummy isn't finished yet."

With that, she lifted herself up, allowing my cock out from between her tits, and sat beside me, her hands still holding them by the bottoms of the compromised cups of her bra. She pushed them up further and, with a look that seemed to almost ask forgiveness... dipped her face and started licking my cum from her chest, slowly washing herself with her eyes closed, crooning in a low tone her enjoyment of what she was doing.

When she was finished she slowly, haltingly looked back up at me, swallowing the last of what she was able to lick up and letting her tits go as she carefully gauged my reaction.

With another apologetic smile, she imparted in a low, naughty tone, "Mummy likes all kinds of filthy things."

I couldn't think of anything to say to that.

She moved closer, moving her hand behind me to start rubbing my back, placing her other on the top of my thigh and imparted further, "Mummy likes things that Staci would never imagine. ... Things that would offend even Laura's sensitivities," she assured me, mashing her cum drenched mouth to mine in a surprise kiss that came with her tongue.

(Oh my god!)

Her hand at the back of my head pressed my lips to hers and she was suddenly pushing me down on the bed beneath her, sucking my tongue as I yelped my wide eyed surprise into her mouth, the strangely alkaline taste of me polluting it. I could feel my mouth smeared all over and some zany, laughing voice from within shrilled that it was only fair since I'd done it to her. I couldn't even really fight her off beyond half measures that were diluted with my still hard cock and remaining lust for her, despite this unexpected and unpleasant surprise.

She stopped suddenly, looking down with treacherous excitement, a big wicked smile and said, "Fuck!" before giggling deliriously.

"Ptupp! ... Mum!"

"Mmmmmmm. ... I'm sorry sweetie pie, I'm feeling... unfulfilled. Are you okay?"

" ... I... I don't know. Mum, I can't believe... everything that just happened! I just can't! Holy, holy shit!"

"It's okay, it's okay." She assured, still smiling, not picking me up on language. "I'm sorry if you, um, got a little overwhelmed by it all, but it was really the best solution. It was. Now we can live rent free. See how that works, sweetie pie?"

"I- yeah, but I... Oh my god, I loved it. I'm so ashamed, but I did."

"So did I."

"But, we..."

"I know, it's a bit of an adjustment, but it was... so... so much better because you're my son. I've never experienced that kind of... Oh, my."

"I just... can't believe myself," I said to the room in general.

"I really don't want you to feel bad. In fact, I'd prefer you to look at your cum all over my face and enjoy it like I do, but if you're having trouble with that, just remember that it's a lot better than his alternative. For both of us. Do you understand?"

" ... Yes."

"Good. ... But you should know that, ummm... well, oral sex is one thing but we can't go too far. We have to get out of fucking for him one way or another because... Well, you can see why. Plus, I may be on the pill, but as I've told you, that's not one hundred percent reliable. Women have been known to get pregnant while on the pill before, and we wouldn't want that, now would we?"

"No. ... Mum?"

"Yes, honey?"

" ... Whose idea was it?" I dared.

"His. Technically mine, since I made him think of it, but for obvious reasons he couldn't be allowed to know that. If he wasn't led to believe it was his idea, then the fun of control would have been tainted for him. He might not have gone for it and, if he still did, the allure of it wouldn't have lasted as long before he started demanding more."

" ... But... Mum, why didn't we just pack up and get another room somewhere else?"

"At this late hour? If we'd left we'd have been outside for the night at least, and what about our stuff? We'd have to start all over yet again and there's no way we can afford that, is there? Besides, this way we get to live rent free. That helps us a lot."

"But- but we... Right in front of someone. And we'll have to keep doing it, performing for him. My god, we were supposed to be just having a little bedtime fun, no more, and now we're...!"

"I know, baby, but... it's us," she countered. "It's not like we're being used by strangers, or prostituted. We know and love each other, so all we're doing is some dirty, forbidden things and allowing him to watch in return for free rent because we really have no other choice. It's not something either of us would have chosen, but if you look at it for what it really is, it's not all that bad."

"But, Mum," I dared further, though not wanting to irritate her and see her less than friendly side, "We're mother and son! That's the dirty and forbidden thing we'll be doing, right in front of someone we couldn't trust as far as we could throw him!"

"Oh, Steven... We both enjoyed it. And let's face it, we're both very horny and- (ahem) --perverted. We both know that being mother and son only makes it better. Do you realize you made Mummy cum?"

She seemed to have a completely different way of seeing things, not to mention a way of making me see things her way, grudgingly or no. When it came right down to it, it wasn't as though she'd lied and she always seemed to be right, no matter the outlying consequences. And I did enjoy it, you're damned right I did, no matter how ashamed I was of that fact and no matter how I tried to speak against what was happening for the sake of trained, blind propriety. I wasn't even the one calling the shots, so what was I supposed to really do about anything?

"As for trusting Joe..." Mum sighed, "No, we can't. But you let me handle him. We have a deal, he and I, and for now it protects us by our word against his, but it's a situation that'll need careful management. Right now, I have to get cleaned up before Jamie and the boys get here."

She gave me another kiss, one that there was really no point in trying to avoid, before she got off me, grabbed the shower duffle and headed for the door.

"Mu-um!"

Her jismed features turned to look at me with an adoring smile, rock hard nipples hanging out for all and sundry.

I sat up, saying, "You can't go out like that. Come here."

She paused before coming closer. I pulled her down to a seat beside me, pulled her bra back up to mostly cover her nipples and, pushing her tits back into her shirt, buttoned her up again. She had this patient, almost amused, crooked little smile as I took the face cloth from the duffle and began cleaning up her pretty face, neck and upper chest.

"Will you be coming down to check out the band later?"

"I don't know," I morosely replied.

"I suppose you'd really like to be alone now, huh?"

"I suppose," I said suddenly remembering I was still half naked, still rock hard as she looked down in my lap, her hand caressing my thigh again.

"If you did come down, even for a little while, I'd appreciate it a lot. I'd even give you some more vodka if you wanted. I guess it's okay tonight as long as you're with me."

"I might," I said, calming a bit now with the little chore of cleaning my cum from my loving mother's face.

When I was done, she reached under the bed, dragging her purse out from beneath us. She opened it, dug into her wallet and came up with five Loonies.

"If you'd like to go out and get some air, go ahead. Take a nice walk and try to get over this. Buy yourself a yummy snack if you like, just don't get into any trouble, okay?"

I nodded as she leaned over and kissed me again, a lingering and soft contact.

"Like I said, we'll talk tonight."

"O- Okay, Mum."

"Mummy loves you sooo much."

"I love you, too."

She then added with her raised brow and knowing tone, "And remember: Nobody messes with the Burchell girls and gets away with it. Our Stupidintendant will soon see the day he regrets ever having laid eyes on me."



My Other Mother Ch. 04



Part 1

After she left our room, I cleaned myself off with a paper towel and put my pants back on, not bothering with my underwear. Taking the five Dollars, I exited to the hall, went down the stairs and out to the sidewalk. The sun was still up and the weather was perfect as I started walking, still numb from what all had just happened, buzzed from the vodka and with no idea where I was going.

I wandered without much on my mind, just jumbled images of Mum's panties, nipples and her face when she came. When I came. Eventually, I found myself behind a hotel, on a boardwalk that offered a nice view of that part of the harbor and I leaned against the steel railing, looking out over the water in silent solitude.

"Okay..." I started under my breath. "I had sex with Mum."

"No, not sex, it was..."

"It was sex. You don't have to actually copulate to have sex. I had sex with her. I came right in my own mother's face and enjoyed it. She enjoyed it. What does that make me? What does it make her? Oh my fuck, it all goes to hell in a hand basket so fast..."

"Yeah, you fucked that up, didn't you? What do we do now? What, what, what?"

"I shoot myself in the head," I answered for some reason, suddenly thinking of my grandfather and shivering at how that option leapt to mind.

"You are not going to shoot yourself in the head. Fuck, imagine what that would do to poor Mum... No, this has to be dealt with. You've got to deal with this shit, Stevo."

" ... How?"

" ... I don't know."

"She's getting outta hand. I'm worried."

"But she's not, really. Maybe where we're concerned, but you know she has her shit together in a practical sense."

I thought of our new rental payment plan and hissed a short, humourless laugh over how some of her practical shit was together.

About fifty feet out, a large, perfectly white seagull suddenly came to a brief, wing flapping, ungainly hover. Picking some invisible thing from the water, it beat its wings to forward flight again, regaining its supple and powerful perfection of grace as it retreated in a slow curve about a foot above the surface. It disappeared from my line of sight around the side of the hotel and a thought occurred to me, like something the gull had left in return for its unseen prize.

"She was there all along. No, not all along... Since my early teens. She became stricter then, right about the time she and Dad started growing apart, whereas before she wasn't so bad. Yeah... My other mother's just more pronounced now. Because... Mum and Sheila were doing some mighty bad things back when they were kids, sociopathic things and Mum wouldn't have grown out of that; she told me that it only ever gets worse, never better, so my other mother has been there... and the real question is, how did my so-called 'real' mother come about between her days with Sheila and when she became strict? And how does any of this impact on the fact that I'm being forced to have sex with her and that a growing part of me is coming to accept it?"

"Yeah... Well, it was good. Oh shit, the look on her face when we came into it over and over... Fuck, it was so good. Staci was just an idiot."

"Oh my god, listen to you. Why... How did this shit happen? How did we let it happen? How could we have taken total take advantage of Mum while she's obviously not herself? God, it's getting so I can't even be around her now without getting a hardon! Shit!"

"Cause you're a horny, twisted little pervert, like you always knew."

" ... Fuck off, that doesn't help one bit."

" ... The truth never seems to, does it? Truth can be pretty inconvenient that way," I sighed.

"I'll say."

That wasn't me answering. My heart leapt to my chest as I realized I'd been so wrapped up in my mumbled thoughts that I'd allowed someone to quietly walk up beside me unnoticed, my eyes still focused in the general direction of the gull's flight.  

I felt myself flushing as I turned to behold what appeared to be a priest. A female one. She stood there, unlikely as a gang of pirates sailing into port, wearing a black pantsuit, the little white collar at her neck removing any doubt that the bible clutched in her hand may have left.

The priest was younger than Mum, maybe in her mid thirties, shorter with dark brown, shoulder length hair and green eyes. She was of average build, although moderately endowed for her size, with hips and boobs that modestly flowed in her well fitting attire of office. She exuded a friendly, open vibe as I fretted about what all she may have heard.

"I'm sorry, I startled you."

" ... Uh-hh. A little. It's alright."

"I'm Pastor Marx," she said, holding out her hand.

I stared stupidly at it for a moment before I took it, shaking and daring a look in her eyes to judge how long she'd been standing there. Her grip surprisingly firm, I continued to just look, at a loss for anything to say as my anxiety grew. Her green eyes didn't seem to hold any disgust, or holy judgment from above that I could see, but she seemed to look closely, almost as though she was distracted.

"May I ask your name?"

"Uh... oh, sorry. It's Steve."

"Well, I'm pleased to meet you, Steve."

"Likewise," I replied, my earlier thoughts completely wiped away.

"I don't mean to pry and I hope you don't think I was standing here eavesdropping, but you seem to be bothered by something."

"I... yeah, I was just... thinking."

"About some inconvenient truth?"

I nodded, tearing my eyes away from her attractive face to return them to the water, more or less satisfied that my 'outside thoughts' hadn't betrayed me and taking mental note to watch that from then on.

"Like the kind of inconvenient truth Al Gore goes on about?"

"Not exactly."

"Yeah... Well you know... if all the inconvenient truths in life were to be packed into that one movie, nobody would have the time to experience them for the time they'd have to spend watching it."

"You're probably right, especially once you add the ones you'd never have expected."

"Mmm," she agreed thoughtfully, leaning on the railing and looking out over the water as well. "I once prayed for wisdom when I was younger."

" ... Did you get it?"

"Oh, yes. The Lord is pretty quick to grant prayers like that, although it takes some time to see it for what it is until a person becomes used to how He does these things."

"How's that?"

"Inconvenient truths, like you said. Wisdom shows you the inconvenient truths you need to see in your life."

"That makes sense."

"Yes, but the problem is that once you see that truth, you no longer have any excuse. Know what I mean?"

"Yeah. You have to deal."

She took her turn nodding silently and we just looked out over the water for a minute as the sun began sinking on the horizon, another picturesque, beautiful red sky shaping up for the next little while.

"You from around here?" she asked.

"Princess and Charlotte," I answered. "I take it you're local?"

"Yes. Recently local."

"You just moved here?"

"Moved back here, almost a year ago. Apparently, what they say about us is true, about how we don't transplant well."

"What's this?"

"You know, we Maritimers. We go away sometimes, but we always want to come back. Even the ones who can't come back miss their Atlantic home their whole lives. Something to do with this, they say," she informed, gesturing out to the water. "We're just not right if we're not near our shorelines, our waters."

"Is that why you came back?"

" ... Not entirely. I was sort of moved."

" ... Oh. Sooo... I'm a bit curious as to why you'd be wandering the boardwalk with your uniform and bible. I'd think you'd be in the basement of some church somewhere, running bingo for seniors, or listening to rock n roll CDs backwards and searching for bad words."

She smiled wide at this, then actually laughed a bit.

"I didn't mean to be rude."

"No, no. It's just that... Never mind. But, to answer your question: In a few hours, the bars here will be in high gear and full of people, those of God and those who aren't, those who couldn't wait to get out and get drunk and do things that are so far beneath them, not just as God's children, but as the people they are. I'm here to... be available. Maybe to the right person."

"You go right in the bars?"

"Sometimes."

" ... With the bible?"

"There's no law against it. I smile and say hello to people, even get a glass of drought or play a game of billiards now and then."

"O-kay. So, how do people... you know?"

"For the most part, people are pretty good. I've actually met some who I now consider friends, they likewise. You'd be surprised at how many people are looking for something better, some of them without even knowing it."

"Well, that's fairly amazing." I said, meaning it, too.

She shrugged with a small grin and replied, "I enjoy it."

"Doesn't bother you to be around that lifestyle?"

"No. We all have our crosses to bear, that particular one doesn't happen to be mine."

"Mine either, I don't think."

(not directly)

"In that case, there's a Christian non-alcohol club for young people across town. They have a lot of music and dancing, billiards and things, but most importantly, everybody there treats themselves and each other with respect."

I smiled and said, "I'm not out to go to the bars, Pastor. I'm just out for some air. I'm not even old enough to get in and if my Mum ever found out I did, she'd slap my head off."

"Well... good for her. You still live with your parents?"

"Just her."

"She and your Dad divorced?"

" ... Separated."

"Oh. That's too bad, I'm sorry"

"S'okay."

"... So, what do you say we go get a hotdog and a pop from the vendor? We can take a load off and shoot the breeze for a little while."

"Okay," I agreed for whatever reason.

We sat and talked of everyday things such as hockey, school, the weather and all the rest of it for about a half hour after we finished our dogs, an enjoyable conversation that for the most part took my mind from my problems. When it was starting to get dark, she looked at her watch, offering me a smile and telling me it was time she returned to her rounds.

"Well, I'm really glad I met you, Pastor," I sincerely told her.

"Same here. Maybe I'll see you around. We'll have dogs and pop again, eh?"

"Yeah, sounds good."

"God bless, Steven," she bade, lifting her hand, bible once again clutched there in a wave as she started off.

"You too," I returned.

I smiled and watched her go, regretfully checking out her ass as she did, however, that's not why I liked her.

I got up and headed for home after she was out of sight. On my way, I thought about her, (not her ass) smiling a little, but as the realities of what waited at home began to return, I suddenly began wondering if she'd like me so much if she knew about my specific 'inconvenient truth'.

Part 2

It was dark by the time I got back and the band seemed to be in full swing, as heard from the staircase. The third floor hall was a journey down a dark tunnel from dirty spotlight to dirty spotlight, each one illuminating me momentarily as I passed under them, following the sound of the blues to the appropriate door. I didn't think there was any point in knocking since they'd probably never hear, so I just walked in.

They seemed to have a pretty good groove going in the almost well lit, grimy white, stuccoed room. Jamie and Bob gave me quick smiles with nods, not losing the timing of their grinding, almost sloppy style. The rhythm guitar player looked to be crowding fifty, the type of guy who looks like he could tell you wild stories from all the crazy gigs in all the crazy places he'd played over the years. The bass player was around Jamie's age and looked suspiciously like Mr. Spock, except without the ears.  

Mum was sitting between two women in their mid to late twenties, one of them, a slightly chubby blonde, some kind of semi-retro punk, the other looking somewhat demure, a brunette with dark makeup and nails.

My mother smiled when she saw me, waving me over to the big black equipment cases she and her accompaniment sat on. They both smiled politely, me smiling back before taking a seat beside Mum where 'punky' made room. Mum grabbed my hand and gave it a light squeeze of affection, shooting me another warm smile as her shoe tapped out the beat before returning her attention to the band.

When the song was over, she asked of the two young women, "Now what do you think?"

"Better," punky spoke up without hesitation. "Definitely a lot better."

"Rachel?"

"They sound like... sex," she determined, nodding thoughtfully at the end of her reply.

"There you have it," Mum told the smiling musicians. "You need practice with one another and with your new style, but now you have your identity, your draw. The thing your audience will remember about you once you get it perfected."

She stood and went on coaching them about how their music had to create a fun, sexy atmosphere that attracted a crowd and how women reacted to different styles of the blues, how that kept their men buying them drinks. She explained how that in turn would make the band an attractive prospect to the club owner and how important turnout was to them on account of this.

"Never forget," she summed up, "You're playing for your audience. Artistic values are admirable, but refusal to compromise them won't get you anywhere. A well entertained, loyal following will definitely get you noticed and nothing entertains like sex, especially when properly, subtly implied. People, especially a crowd of young people who've been drinking, will do the rest."

The band nodded, smiling at this and they discussed related topics for a few minutes before deciding to take a break. After the proper introductions, Mum politely excused us before leading me out to the dark hallway.

"So, what do you think of them?" she asked after leading me to the nearest overhead light.

"They're pretty good," I judged, a little distracted by how the quality of light and the shadows it left under her features made her expression seem to constantly change as she moved. "They do need practice, but they have a sound."

"They definitely have a sound," she replied, digging into her purse. "Here, have a few sips if you like. What the heck, it's Friday, right?"

It was so weird. Standing there with her, you'd never think I covered her face in my jism just a few hours before, that I actually rubbed her pussy through her panties until she got off, her hand stroking my cock at the same time. It seemed so unreal and far away that I almost had to ask myself if it all really happened. These thoughts were the real reason I took the bottle she offered as she went on.

"Like you said, what they need now is practice. This is probably the last time they'll be practicing here, though. Maybe one more night after this, but no more."

"Where'll they go?" I asked before taking a drink. "Mbbleea!"

"Someplace where they'll have an audience. I have a few ideas in mind, including a retirement home on the East side."

"A retirement home? Really?"

"Oh, yeah. This is one of those big facilities."

"Yeah, but senior citizens aren't going to want to hear that, are they?"

"You'd be surprised, hon. Those places are like... like the high school experience. It's a community where they're all screwing each other and gossiping about it while having their needs seen to by staff. It's not what you think for the ones who want to be there. Yeah, they have their own little hair salon, games room, smoking lounges, exercise room and the whole nine yards. They'd probably love to watch these guys practice if they made a little show of it for them."

"What about the owners of the facility? Will they want that there?"

"Sure, once I make them. Hey, it's not as if they're expecting to be paid and the band benefits from having an audience to practice with. And how much would you bet on somebody, sooner or later taking notice of this? They'll find themselves in the newspaper as people who are doing a good deed. Entertaining horny retirees. Heh."

"Oh my god... You're good, Mum."

"Ah, it's just pandering to what people can be made to see is good for them," she modestly replied with an appreciative smile. "Most fortunately for them, Cassie and Rachel's heads are screwed on straight. They've seen their potential and they're willing to be there for the long haul, so the coaching I give them will be just as important, especially after we're gone."

"How do they need to be coached?"

"Well, they're bright and they have the right attitude, they just have to learn how to run a man so that he doesn't know it's happening."

"Is that so?" I chuckled, glancing at the cleavage she left open at the top of her short, untucked deep purple blouse.

"Absolutely, it's for their own good. It's the best thing I could do for them and it's something that can't be taught to a whore, or a welfare mentality, neither of which are those two. That way, as long as Jamie and Bob don't get stupid and start playing the field, they won't need me. Of course, it all depends on Wayne and Chris's women, but those two themselves seem fine."

"You're really serious about helping them, aren't you?"

"Well yes, honey. I told them I would. Besides, people come across when you deliver for them."

"And you're enjoying it."

"Yes," she agreed happily.

It was true, too. Even I could see it and I remembered the night in bed with her when she told me how odd it was that it took our lives being turned upside down for her to have the most fun she's had in a long time, despite our shared financial worries. It was nice to see.

I took another drink, gagged slightly and handed the bottle back, saying, "I like it here, too. I don't mean this building and our circumstances, but I like this city."

"Don't get attached," she advised, taking a pull herself before putting the bottle back in her purse.

"I know..."

"There's other nice places and people. ... Hey, sweetie pie?"

"Yes?"

"I'm really glad you showed up."

"Me too."

"Did you have a nice walk?"

"Yes."

"Good. ... Uhmm... I hope it wouldn't make you too uncomfortable at this point if I told you I, uh... I keep thinking of what happened. Your big... cum squirting cock..."

" ... Uhh... holy geez, Mum, you're bad."

She moved closer, rubbing her thighs together in the perfectly fitting designer jeans she wore, her hips slowly shifting weight from one to another, accentuating each recipient in turn.

"Mmm... It has to be eight inches and so... thick and nice... When your cum hit me in the face over and over, shot right in my mouth from between my own tits... Oh honey. It was so filthy and wrong..."

"Mum, C'mon, you're getting me all hard and we gotta go back in there."

" ... I'm sorry. You're probably still in recovery, aren't you?

"You could say that," I admitted, looking at the floor.

"Yeah, I'm sorry. I'm just... like you. You know."

"Yes."

"In fact, I'm worse."

"Well... you're just going through a hard time. I'm trying to..."

" ... I know. So am I. ... Look, why don't you go on up to our room and I'll be up in about an hour. We'll talk like I said we would and... maybe make things a bit better. How's that sound?"

"Okay."

"Go on, then. I'll see you soon."

I neatened the room up when I got up there, mostly for something to occupy my mind with, I guess, then made a peanut butter and banana sandwich for Mum, a disgusting, long time favourite treat of hers. When there was nothing else useful to do, I looked around myself. I didn't feel like video games or TV and my vodka impaired senses soon started making noises about the bed.




My Other Mother Ch. 04



Kicking off my shoes, I lay down on my front, drawing my arms under our pillow. It felt so good to do that, as though I were suddenly an eighty year old who'd been standing in the lineup at the D.M.V. for the last twenty. The bed spun slightly when I closed my eyes, trying to relax, feeling the half hardon I'd had since Mum and I parted in the third floor hall ground against the mattress. I wondered again at the fact that her mere presence seemed to make that happen now.

Part 3

The band had stopped playing a little while before, (or was it just a few minutes?) and it was hard not to wonder where Mum had gotten to as Pitbull and I waited at the table. He looked straight ahead at the empty stage as if he were catatonic but, while I thought this was odd, I was more concerned about my mother's whereabouts.

In the crowded nightclub, I couldn't see any of the band members either as I craned my neck around searching for someone I might know, someone who could maybe help me with Pitbull too, because he really didn't seem at all himself.

I suddenly spied Mum. She was on her back on a booth table, surrounded by people who were touching her, forever spreading her legs. I could see right away that she was playing a part and I had to put my sudden outrage on hold because I knew she wouldn't want me to interfere. Our eyes met and she held them there, continuing to lock their own smile on me as people slowly pulled her blouse open. She was okay. She was enjoying herself and she-

"You see?"

I turned to see Pastor Marx beside me in place of Pitbull. She was smiling wisely in that open way of hers while squeezing her pussy, spread legged in her black dress pants.

"We just don't transplant well. We always have to come back."

" ... Always?" I asked, my concern over Mum distracted by the horny Pastor.

"Always and always and always. The tide brings us back."

"Sweetie pie..." Mum softly called.

I looked to Mum, seeing her eyes still locked on mine, drawing me to their dizzying depths. She suddenly seemed desperate, for real this time. She needed me as they worked her skirt up to her hips, hands descending on those white lace panties while a guy with long, gray hair held a sharp piece of black stone, possibly obsidian, at the soles of one of her feet. Another who seemed to be his twin also held an obsidian knife at one of her palms.

In a singsong voice, Marx informed me, "You just have to look along the shoreline and you'll find us all over, rotting in the sun."

"Sweetie pie..."

Part 4

I awoke with a start and without a clue as to where I was for one vaguely terrifying second before my reasoning faculties could process my dream, properly classifying it as such and sending a quick memo to my senses to explain the confusion.

"I'm sorry, hon. I would have let you sleep, but I'd have had to disturb you once I got in bed anyway."

" ... Kay, yeh," I managed, turning over and feeling her hand on my shoulder.

She sat on the edge of the bed, smiling at me, then noticed the situation in my pants thanks to that stupid dream and the decision to not bother putting my underwear on earlier that evening before I left.

"Dreaming of me?"

"Yes, actually."

"Was I doing something filthy?"

"Yeah."

"What?"

"I'm not telling."

"You can't be serious?"

"I sure am."

"I could get it out of you. You know that."

"I might make something up."

"You'd never lie to me. We have that understanding, you and I."

"Yeah, but that's not exactly a lie," I said as her fingertips left my shoulder and trailed down my chest a short distance.

"No? What is it, then?"

"An evasion."

"Malarkey and more Malarkey," she quietly charged with a smile.

"It's too embarrassing."

"Ah. Must've been pretty filthy. You enjoyed it, though."

"Well... kind of. You know how dreams are."

"Uh huh," she agreed, briefly grabbing a nipple through my black T-shirt.

"Mum..."

"I know what you want to say."

I didn't answer, only watched her face as she watched her hand roaming unhurriedly over my chest.

"You want to tell me that you're confused. That you're frightened about how all this is going to wash out and about how you feel about yourself. You want to do what you feel is right for us, for me, but that's not what you want. Is that about right?"

I nodded.

"But that's not all. You don't know what to think of me. I scare you a little, yet you trust me, so you worry yourself senseless from Mummy's body to how she operates. Hm?" she prodded, rubbing my belly softly and slowly, dipping her long nails over my side in such a way as to ensure that my erection stayed erect.

"Well... yeah."

"And worst of all, the thing that makes you feel so powerless, is the fact that... you want me. You do. If there was any doubt, you removed it when you wanted so see me in my bra and panties this morning. You do, don't you?"

I could only nod my head in guilt, not looking at her.

"I understand all that. I am keeping you in mind here and I'm not going to allow anything you can't handle, or ever give you any reason to be afraid of me whatsoever. Just keep doing exactly what you've been doing for me out there and the rest is strictly between you and me, no matter how it seems. Okay?"

"Yes, Mum."

"That's a good boy. ... A very big... hard boy. Oh, honey... Let's pull your pants down, hm? We won't do anything we shouldn't, but... Mummy just wants to see your big cock again while we chat. Okay?"

" ... But, I'm not-"

"Just let me get them, baby."

"Mum..." I softly, barely objected.

She took her time about it as I watched, again hardly believing it was happening, or that I was allowing it. With a hungry, almost giddy smile, she slowly unfastened my belt and the front of my pants, even more slowly uncovering my raging hardon, pulling my jeans down while she practically drooled. She finally had them off and appeared to force her attention on my face while caressing my thigh, me lying there for her viewing pleasure more than a bit uncomfortably.

"Oh... so big... (ahem) Um, (giggle) as you can imagine... I uh, wanted to discuss the matter of our new rental agreement with you. Like I told you, we'll probably end up doing some very filthy things with each other's bodies and... we'll have to adjust to that while not letting things go too far."

"Yes."

"You realize that I'll probably be sucking your cock tomorrow."

"I... Holy shit."

"I'll let your language go under the circumstances," she said with the forgiving grin of the mother I knew. "But as I've said, we'll have to adjust to that, especially in view of how we feel about one another. And umm... since this morning's little incident, I think how we really feel about each other is clear."

"I... Okay."

"Do you have anything else to say?" she asked.

"Well... yeah, it's just... Well, I'm sorry, but it's sex with my mother. I can't get over that. I keep thinking..."

"What do you keep thinking?"

"I keep thinking that it's all my fault. Because of my stupid hardon when we get in bed every night. It feels like I started it and it doesn't sit well."

She nodded and admitted, "Well, I'd be lying if I said that it didn't... spur my imagination and influence how I handled Joe where our rent is concerned, but you shouldn't blame yourself. We both know you couldn't help it and there's nothing wrong with thinking your mum's an attractive and exciting woman. I take it as a compliment. And I'll tell you something else, too: Even though you're my son, I'd still rather your cum all over my face than Joe's."

"I can't imagine many mothers seeing it that way."

"I'll try not to take that the wrong way," she joked, taking a lingering glance at my hardness. "But I'm sure you're right. I'm just... different, I suppose. I'll admit that I see you differently. I can only imagine how you see me."

"I'll bet you can't. I mean, I'm laying here with a hardon right in front of you... Like I said, it's not easy to adjust to that, to how... these things have happened.

"Maybe you shouldn't entirely. It mightn't be as... pleasureable between us if you do."

"Uhhh..." I replied, not knowing quite how to respond to this exciting, guilt ridden, most inconvenient truth.

" ... Would you like to pull my pants down? Maybe you'd be more comfortable that way."

"Oh, jeez, Mum."

"I know we probably shouldn't be doing these things, but... Well, we already have. Haven't we? And, um... I'd like it if you did. I'm sorry, Mummy's just really horny, sweetie pie."

" ... A- are you wearing panties?"

"Yes. You can look at them."

" ... I know I shouldn't, but..."

She smiled and stood, saying, "Go ahead. Mummy says it's okay."

So, I did. I wanted to. I sat up and did it slowly, reverently like she did with me, spreading the opened up front of her jeans and dragging them down her hips to reveal her small, pink cotton panties below her short blouse.

"Ohhh, Mum..."

Once they were off, she crawled on the bed, sitting opposite me with her hands propped behind her on the mattress, her feet together as she slowly spread her knees, watching me with a curious and naughty grin. I looked on excitedly, nervously, my gut beginning to cramp as I noted how the wider strip of the little pink garment didn't quite cover the very bottom of her pussy and, leaning back as she was, it made for quite a view.

"I suppose you were a little surprised when I licked your cum off my tits."

"You could say that."

"I'm sorry, hon. I was caught up in the moment and I... Well, as I've said, I'm a very perverted woman. I like doing filthy things."

" ... Me too."

" ... This is fun," she stated with that quiet, contented smile. "Isn't it?"

"Yeah," I admitted with a growing smile of my own, staring between her legs as she was staring between mine.

"You did a great job on the room, by the way, and thanks for the sandwich, it was perfect."

"It's no problem," I said.

"Well, I appreciated it. It shows you were thinking of me and women love that. Are you all ready for your birthday tomorrow?"

"Yup," I confirmed, managing to look her in the eyes. At this point I was so horny for her I could barely stand it.

"You'll be so surprised and we'll have such a great time."

"I can't wait, now. I know you never disappoint."

She smiled a little wider at this and after a pause, carefully voiced, "Sooo... Would you like to have a little fun with Mummy tonight? It might make tomorrow night with Joe a bit easier for you if we did, you know."

" ... Seriously?"

"Uh huh."

Well... yeah, but... I mean, I'd be... But, In a way, it's easier to just do what I'm told, even if it is Joe telling us, but... I want to... I feel like I'll hurt your feelings if I don't and plus I really want to, but then there's the whole thing about it being wrong for us to do that stuff. It's confusing."

"Well, don't think you'll be hurting my feelings if you don't want to because I... well, I enjoyed... I got off on us doing what we did under duress. It's up to you, but please don't feel pressed either way."

"I don't think I can..."

"Would you rather we just watch each other masturbate?"

"Mas- ... Really?"

"Sure. Like me and Sheila used to. Of course, we would often get each other off, so that's something you might want to do, since we already did that anyway."

"You and your sister?"

"Uh huh. It was only natural, as close as we were. It was a different form of masturbation, but better really because a person can't very well lick themselves, can they?"

" ... Whoa. So... you like women?"

She shrugged and said, "Yeah, I like the chickies. I wouldn't exactly say that I'm a lesbian, I'd take a nice cock like yours over any woman, any day, but they're a nice, kinky distraction."

"Oh my god. I never would've guessed."

"No, you wouldn't. You grew up seeing me as your mum, not as a person with my own thoughts and history."

"I guess, but... wow. Have you ever been with any women other than Sheila?"

"A few. One was serious, but it didn't work out."

"Why?"

"Like I said, what I really wanted was cock," she reminded, her eyes settling on my rod while she reminisced with a little smile. "But there were other reasons, too. Her name was Olivia. A very special person, she was. She knew me so well, so soon. She had this gift for that, a quality that not many young people have. Yeah... This was a little while after things exploded at home, after Sheila had taken off, and I was in a pretty dark place when Liv and I met. She pulled me up and out of it, gave me a reason to get my act together... forced me to become the person you always knew for my own good and because she wanted us to be together. But..." she sighed, looking back up at me with a contented smile, "it just wasn't meant to be. Anyway, her father came to hate me. Used to call me 'that twist- ... Well, something not very nice and Ollie wasn't the kind of guy I wanted after me."

" ... You still think of her sometimes?"

"Every once in a while. We were both hurt bad by our breakup, but if it weren't for Liv, I never would have been the person who could've met your father, never would have had you. Anyway, it was a long time ago and I don't make a habit of living in the past."

"Does it seem hard to imagine now?"

"No. Probably pretty hard for you to imagine."

"Oh, yeah."

"But fun. See, now you'll be imagining your mum licking pussy, won't you?"

"Mum!" I laughed.

"You will. Remember, I've seen your porn collection."

"Geez, you're teasing me again."

"Yes, I like it. So do you, I can tell by all that precum."

I looked down in surprise to see she was right. A viscous puddle had formed at the tip, threatening to break surface tension under its own weight and dribble down my shaft at any second. However, before that could happen, her hand appeared between my legs, a long nailed forefinger efficiently taking up the fluid as I twitched at her touch. I watched as she put that finger in her mouth.

"Mmmm. You taste gooood, sweetie pie. (giggle!)"

"Holy moly," I expressed.

"You like watching me do that?"

" ... Yeah. I can't help it."

"I know, hon, it's alright. ... "Uhm, about your porn collection, by the way... I couldn't help but notice a few sets of pictures you had. They featured a woman about my age, blonde, big titties, hips like mine... She was tied up in all of them, in different states of undress for each image, and since it was so... different from the rest of your apparent tastes, I had to kind of wonder about that."

"I'm not sure what you're asking."

"I think you are."

I didn't reply. I remembered the pictures well, they always did something for me that I could never explain since I'm not into BDSM. But now she was implying an explanation I never would have thought of, and I remembered then how I'd always fantasized about jerking off in that woman's face, she bound and unable to stop me. But there was yet something more with those pics... So yeah, I knew what she was asking, but I wasn't sure I wanted to explore that just then.

"Were you fantasizing about doing that to me?"

"No, I... they were just... I don't know."

"I liked the one where she was tied with her hands over her head to a shower nozzle. The ball gag was a very nice touch, too. I wonder what it would be like if some perverted young man who lusted after my body were to go to the trouble...? I wonder what filthy things he'd do to me?"

"I- Holy geez, Mum- I really wasn't thinking of you when I downloaded those, and I never understood why I downloaded them, or why they... kinda turned me on."

"Kinda?"

"It was more... I don't know."

"Psychological?"

" ... Yes. The expression on her face in all the shots. She made it so real; it was sort of hard to turn away from in comparison to other more obvious pics."

"Ah. How interesting. Especially that resemblance, eh?" she added with a knowing smile.

"Well... now that you've got me thinking, yeah," I laughed, looking down and resting my eyes between her legs again.

There were some moments of silence while I stared at that spot where the very bottom of her pussy showed. I looked up at her to see her staring between my legs with a strangely congenial expression. She looked up at me and we seemed to communicate something that lacked coherent meaning, but was clear nonetheless, and we both watched my hand hesitantly make its way between her legs, palm turning up on its short journey to gently cup Mum's pussy.

"Oh... hon, tha- ooohh..." she interrupted herself as I gently squeezed.

I loved the feel of it, the sight of her voluptuous inner thighs as she spread them further. Staci felt different, bonier and... different. It suddenly occurred to me that slamfucking my mother would be a lot more comfortable than when I tried it with Staci.

Squeezing harder, I looked to her face. She was looking down, her back arched as she took in a slow lungful of air. I began gently kneading her mound against itself and watched her thighs shudder.

"Ohhh-hh, sweetie pie!" she forcefully hissed, pushing herself into me a little. "Mmmmm? Ooooh, yes!"

I played with her like that for a half minute, working myself up almost as fast as I was her, a part of myself asking what in the name of Smirnoff I was doing.

"Mmmm! Ohh, yesss, squeeze my pussy!" she panted as she quickly took me in hand. "Ooooh, honey... Oh god, we shouldn't... you do that so well!"

I flinched at her sudden grip around my shaft. Unlike earlier that day, she began with a semi-firm grip, but stroked me with the same slow pace, down to my balls and all the way up again. She scooped another puddle of pre-cum from its tip and sucked her finger clean, looking me in the eye as she did so before returning her hand to my stiff, overexcited member.

"Oh my god, I- Mmm! I can't believe we're doing this," I gasped.

"I- Oh, it's sooo... wrong... Oh, sweetie pie!"

" ... You're so hot..." I breathed.

"Ooohhh."

"You're a goddess, Mum."

"Uhh-nn!?"

"I... I just love your body, you're so beautiful. I think about you all the time now."

"Ohhhh!" she moaned, expertly massaging my cockhead.

"Oh my god, that feels so good, Mum!"

"Yeah, baby!"

I stopped squeezing and kneading the way I was, having felt her up thoroughly in the process and opting to slowly rub her pussy, pulling her panties from side to side, up and down, getting glimpses of her lips and realizing that the pink cotton had become soaked. She seemed to come down a little, still breathing hard, but looking at me with pure excitement and awe as she continued pumping my shaft.

"Mmmm, Steven, honey! That was very nice!"

"You feel so good. So wet. ... Mum, can... can I look at your pussy?"

"Oooh, hon... yesss. Look at Mummy's wet pussy."

With that, I stopped rubbing and slowly pulled her panties aside, uncovering completely her shaved, glistening wet pussy. Her hand joined mine, taking the top and tugging it further aside. It was beautiful, just like her creamy smooth inner thighs. Her full, moist, pouty lips were indeed raised a little from her crotch, almost forming a camel toe, begging to be rubbed, breached by a finger or hard cock.

"Ohh, fuck, look at my clit."

" ... It's so big."

"Mmm. It's like a little penis. It gets bigger when a woman's excited."

"I can't believe... I'm doing this," I repeated, letting go of her panties and stroking one of her bare lips. The front panel slipped over the other when I let go and I was just as unbelieving to hear myself softly say, "Mum, hold your panties for me."

She did, still stroking me as I brought my other hand into play, spreading her lips and really getting a good look.




My Other Mother Ch. 04



"That doesn't hurt, does it?" I asked, drooling over what I saw, totally captivated by that clitoris.

"N- no, hon," she breathed.

"Okay... Hey, Mum?"

"Mmmmm?" she asked as I began rubbing her with more fingers, pressing a little harder while she played with my balls.

"I've never really done this before. Not like this, I mean. I see what you mean, it's like masturbation, but better."

"You've never seen a real p- pussy up- close?"

"Not really. Not like this. I didn't know the clitoris could get so big," I admitted, rubbing directly over it and gasping slightly as she squeezed my cock.

"Ohhh! Ohhh, sweetie pie!"

A strange, short, high pitched wail escaped her when I rubbed directly on it, pressing with a single finger. She jumped and spasmed and actually stopped me with a desperate sound when I grabbed it between my fingers.

"Sweetie pie, it's too sensitive for that! Oh god, you'll give poor Mummy a heart attack!"

"Sorry, I didn't realize," I hastily told her.

"It's alright, you obviously didn't know. Didn't that little whore teach you anything about that?"

"We never really did this kind of thing. I just felt her up and we had sex and stuff, she really wasn't into much else."

"Not just a whore, but a useless whore at that. Okay, you don't want to be centering too much attention on it like that because it's just waaay too sensitive," she gladly explained, pushing the front of her panties down far with her hooked thumb, getting them completely out of the way for me. "Just play around it. Glancing contact, the right kind of rubbing like you were doing at first is great, but no one hundred percent focus on i- oooh! ... Ooooh, yeah, just like... thaaaat."

I played around her clit, listening to her short, panted instructions every now and then before I got curious about something else. With no announcement of my intentions, I began pushing my middle finger, wet with her essence, straight up inside her pussy."

"Uh! Uhh-hh Uhhh! Ohhhh, fuck! Mmmmmm!?"

She was tighter than I'd have expected. About the same as Staci, I judged, but so wet that my finger disappeared up inside her to the knuckle somewhat quickly and without any real problem.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, Sweetie pie! Oh, yesss!"

I began rubbing slow, gentle circles around her clitoris with my thumb, just the way she taught me, watching as her thighs started trembling again.

"Ohh-hh-hhh!! ... Ohh-hh-hhhh!?" "I want to watch you cum again, Mum."

"Oh my god, I love you! Oh, fuck!! Ohh, yesss!!?" she whined as my finger explored her canal.

By the time I got her blouse half unbuttoned with my other hand, noting that her bra once again matched her panties, the cups a bit small for her, I was slowly pumping her opening, hooking and dragging while still rubbing her clit with my thumb. I pulled one of her bra bound tits out of her blouse, finding that her nipples were again amazingly hard and long, the darker colour of her areolas just visible behind the thin cotton. I grabbed it, fondling it lovingly, needfully, all thoughts of propriety suspended in alcohol for the time being while her quickening hand sped me closer to orgasm.

"Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Swee-! Pie!? Fuuu!?" she gasped in short breaths, jerking wantonly as her head rolled on her neck, long, beautiful blonde hair hanging askew.

I pulled down on one of the cups, allowing the entire breast to tumble free over my hand. It was gorgeous and I grabbed the nipple right away.

I was getting close, but I knew she was closer. I went faster around her clit, at the same time discovering the most interesting little spot inside my mother's pussy.

"Nnaaaaa! Uhffffff! ... Ga- FFF-FFFFUUUUUCKKK! GUUFFFFF!! YUUUUUUHH- UUHHH!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!!" she groaned, her voice a little gravely at the end of her orgasm, like it was when she got really, really mad.

For the first time, I worried about the neighbors and about how sound might travel in old buildings as she flopped against me. She finished her orgasm with one arm around my back, her teeth biting a tad painfully into the top of my shoulder as her forced groans simmered down.

Her hand was still pumping, but slower as I pulled back to simply rub her pussy lips comfortingly, her jaws relaxing.

Seconds later, slower pace or not, I was about ready to go myself, having seen her spectacular orgasm.

Except...

When I got my feet under me, my hand braced on the wall, she moaned as though not wanting to let go of my shaft.

"Mum, Uuuhhh! I wanna cum all over your face again. "'Kay?"

I carefully started getting to my feet without waiting for an answer.

"Oh, yes!" she hissed through her teeth, letting go of me and getting to her knees. "Jerk that big fuckin' cock in Mummy's face like she's a whore!"

Once we were in position, both of Mum's hands down the front of her panties with her knees spread raunchily to allow them, I began jerking, more embarrassed about that than what I wanted to accomplish with it. Her head tilted back for me, mouth a little open so she could let the moans escape as she worked herself.

It was perfect. She was perfect. I mean, this was a woman who'd licked up my own cum from her breasts and loved it. A fleeting thought passed through my pre-orgasmic mind, a dare that I fell to instantly because I wanted to and because it was my Mum.

At the last instant, I took her by the hair at the back of her head and forced my cockhead just inside her lips. She seemed surprised when jet after jet of my spunk filled her pretty mouth. Her eyes were wide and she jerked with the first two shots, but then closed her lips around me, just below my head as I continued jerking off into my own mother's mouth, taking my turn to groan in ecstasy with each pumping spasm from my balls.

The best part was how she looked up at me while she played with herself, her mouth filling with cum, eyes full of obedient, wanton love.

Yes, obedient.

She sucked my head until there was no more of my seed to be coaxed from me before letting it out, gently pleasuring herself as she closed her eyes, tilted her head back and swallowed my entire, considerable load.

Oh my god.

I half sat, half collapsed on the bed and, putting my arms around her waist, laid back, pulling her down on top of me in the process. Still recovering from one of the best orgasms of my life, she kissed my face all over with brushing, soft lips. Her whole body seemed to be trembling a little, an almost inaudible croon emanating from deep within her as I hugged her to me. We just stayed like that for about ten minutes, an experience that was every bit as good as our orgasms.

"Oh, sweetie pie..." she whispered. "Thank you so much."

" ... Mum?

"Mmmmmm?

" ... I- I think I'm falling in love with you."

"I know, baby."

"You do?"

"Of course I do, I'm your mother."

We lay silent after that, caressing and kissing one another while I tried to absorb the words that just passed between us, a little regretful of telling her the feelings I'd been avoiding within myself up to that point.

About fifteen minutes later, she peeled herself off of me and got out of the bed, walking to the switch on the wall with that one, terrific breast still hanging out to turn off the lights. She returned, removing her shirt and bra with a dirty smile before rejoining me on the bed, now only wearing her pink panties, me a T-shirt.

"Didn't I tell you I was a filthy woman?" she asked, wiggling into a comfortable position against me.

"You're not a filthy woman, Mum. That's like calling yourself a whore and that's the last thing you are. You're just perverted like me."

"So, you're not mad or disappointed? Not even about the rental agreement?"

"I'd be a liar if I said there wasn't an aspect of it that I liked. I just can't help it. Like you said, I never would have chosen it, but since... you know."

"Yes. We may as well enjoy it. Uhmm... I wonder what he'll make us do tomorrow night?"

"I don't know."

"I can't wait," she whispered with a naughty smile. "If we're lucky, he may raise our rent again."

We both had a quiet laugh over this and did some more smooching before I asked, "Hey, Mum?"

"Yes?"

"One thing I don't get is that... Well, you're so beautiful. You could have any man you wanted; why would you...? I mean, why me, your son of all men? Especially after we agreed that we shouldn't let things go too far between us."

"Sweetie pie... (sigh) I know what we said but, since that incident with Joe today, I've come to realize that of all men available to me, I have no doubt that you're the best one. We know each other, we trust each other, already love each other and we're both very attracted to each other. And that attraction is a lot more than just a horny man and a horny woman stuck sleeping together; I think you know that as well as I do. And you know what else? You're my son, if anybody should get first dibs at you, it oughta be me. I'm the one who put the time, effort and no small amount of stress into raising you. But still, we have to remember that there are some lines here that we still can't cross... if we can help it. I know, it's kinda messed up, isn't it?"

" ... You make strange points that make even stranger sense," I replied thoughtfully. "And did I stress you that bad?"

"Every day you got on that flippin' bus until the time you got off it again at three-thirty."

"Really?"

"Hon, your Principal was calling at least once every month. I used to bite my nails, waiting for the day you did something really stupid like getting caught pulling the fire alarm."

"Nah, that'd be a little mundane for me."

She chuckled at this, softly running her fingers up under my shirt, countering with, "Oh, sure. This from the same guy that whipped a glass vile of skunk spray into the faculty lounge. I always meant to ask where you even got that."

"Remember Wayne Mullet?"

"Yes."

"He hunted with his dad all the time."

"Ahh. ... You know my favourite little stunt that you pulled?"

"Favourite?" I asked, a little surprised. "A minute ago I was your son, the stress trip."

"Heh. Yeah, well some of your antics were pretty funny. But yes, my favourite: I get a call one afternoon- no surprise, it's Principal Hollister --and he starts in that slow, pedantic way he has of talking so he won't stutter, telling me you'd brought a toilet seat to the office, claiming you'd found it torn from the toilet, some random act of vandalism you'd discovered. Except he was one hundred percent sure that you were the vandal, but only couldn't prove it."

"I remember that."

"Well, I'm listening to this and I suddenly imagine you tearing the toilet seat off, bringing it down to the office and lying to their faces, that cute little coyote smile of yours in place the whole time, and I just started laughing right in Hollister's ear. He says to me that he doesn't think it's very funny and I start laughing even harder. God, I almost peed myself. I don't think that was the reaction he was looking for."

"Hey, wait a minute!" I put in. "I got in a lot of trouble for that when I got home, I thought you were going to kill me!"

"Well, yeah! If I didn't bring you up on that, the next week you'd have ripped the whole toilet out of the floor and hauled that down to the office, you nut!"

"Yeaaaah. Actually, that was my first plan. I couldn't uproot it, so I had to settle for the seat."

She laughed uproariously at this, squeezing my side, one of those moments when she seemed more my age.

"By the way..." I prodded once she was done, "'Coyote smile'?"

"Yes, the smile of the trickster spirit."

"I didn't realize I was that transparent."

"Only to Mummy."

After a short pause, I commented, "It's kind of a shock, every once in a while remembering..."

"For me, too. I keep reminding myself that my son is now my man."

"Not your boy?"

"You'll always be my boy, but now you're my man, too."

"That could get confusing."

"You'll catch on."

" ... Like when I want you to show me your body and stuff?"

"See? You're catching on already. Smart boy. (giggle)"

"Mum!"

"Heh... yes, you're my man when you want me to show you my body. And stuff."

We regarded one another in smiling, horny silence as my meat twitched against her.

"Uh oh," she said softly.

"It's a wonder I get any sleep with you at all."

"Likewise," she sleazed.

" ... Mum, are we totally... depraved?"

"Uh huh. Isn't it fun?"

I only smiled wider and held her closer so that our chins were on each other's shoulders. Yes, it was fun, that inconvenient truth popping up at the heart of the matter once again. Well, how was I supposed to deny it? I didn't even understand it, how some alcohol induced personality shift could so suddenly and unexpectedly present me with a mother I'd completely fall for.

As we lay there, mutually and silently agreeing that it was time for sleep, I thought of these things, of how she and I, mother and son, were now some kind of kinky couple. Thinking that was like dealing with the transmission in Jamie's van. Another thing that was then clear was that it was time to mentally re-assess her.

First of all, she often referred to herself as 'I', much more than 'she', when speaking of things she did as my 'real mother', whoever that was, and I somehow doubted a genuinely separate, second personality would do that. As I'd figured, my other mother had always been around in some measure.

Second was her treatment of others. A sociopath, as I understood from what I read of the subject at the Library, has no compassion for others. She may have tortured that mouse half to death, but she obviously really cared about giving Jamie's band every chance she could. Also, her defense of Pitbill and Agnes was sincere and I knew that if she were to find out the slumlady was still bothering them, she'd go pay her a visit and put an end to that whether it served her purposes or not.

Third, her unspoken implications about what kind of control I might have over her, that look of obedience when I fed her my load from the end of my cock, she so willingly taking it. This in particular was of interest to me because it hinted that it was possible to control her if the need arose, in turn strengthening my ability to keep my promise.

On the one hand, this concept gave my desires the extra rationale they needed to allow me to further sexually satisfy myself in my new and ever building love for my mother and her body. On the other hand, those desires and their imminent gratification made it hard for me to want to keep my promise. Lastly was how I had a problem imagining that a sociopath would give up any form of control to anyone at all, including me.

At least one question was answered, that being the information that this Olivia person was responsible for the woman I always knew as my so-called 'real mother'. Did she use sex? Mum said she was gifted with a sense for knowing people. Did that mean there was some psychological keycard that Olivia had found, sex or otherwise? Was this theoretical keycard the reason Mum told me that I was smart and I'd know what to do?

Was it possible that I was over thinking this?

I didn't think so.

I had to educate myself still further.



My Other Mother Ch. 05



Part 1

Having slept on the outside, Mum was able to get out of bed without waking me the next morning, but she did wake me later. By bouncing on it.

She was wearing a black wrap style skirt and a long white blouse along with a child like smile as she called for me to rise and shine, finishing by collapsing on and almost knocking the wind out of me.

"Guess what I did while you were sleeping, hon?" she asked cheerily.

God, she looked so good.

"Huh," I asked, my penis waking up with the rest of me.

"Can't you smell it?"

"Your perfume? Yeah, it's nice."

"Not that, horndog! I went and got breakfast and coffee at Mc Donald's."

"Mc Donald's?" I asked incredulously. "You never get that stuff, you always ragged on me when I ate it."

"I know, hon, but it's cheaper for us to eat their garbage than it is to buy our own groceries, especially considering that we're limited to a microwave oven. Besides, it's your birthday and it won't hurt. C'mon, get up and eat with me."

So I did and it was pretty good, too. Part of the reason was because I was eating it with my new and exciting, other mother. She hurried me off to the shower afterward, completely immersed in her fun persona, the one I just couldn't resist and I was still hard when I got back, dressed and ready for whatever she had planned.

"Geez, is that thing always like that?" she asked, looking at my equatorial region with a raised brow and a smirky smile.

"Whenever I'm around you lately, yeah."

"You're so complimentary. Makes me feel good. Here, take this and these."

From under the bed, she grabbed and handed me a zippered duffle bag, then the keys to Jamie's van from somewhere down between her boobs. Grabbing a second duffle from under the bed, she opened the door and held it wide for me, as wide as her excited smile.

The van was at the sidewalk outside the building and I had a funny feeling Jamie had personally delivered it as I let her in, she reminding me about its schizophrenic transmission. Always staying near the coastline, she directed me East and we soon found ourselves leaving the confines of the city proper, passing through a large, semi-industrial area to eventually reach a very nice, picturesque coast road.

Part chip seal, part asphalt, the patchy route wound through the trees, up and down steep hills while the woods to the right would sometimes part, giving us a great view of the bay and the city. I realized why they call New Brunswick 'the picture province' as we trundled along in the beautiful heat with the salt breeze from the bay. I was as happy and content as she was, even mostly forgetting about our down and out status.

Finally, after executing a curving downhill grade, she pointed through the windshield at a parking lot with what looked like a small canteen, excitedly reporting, "Here, right here where the gate is."

I slowed, activated the turn signal and pulled in, allowing the dirty old, blue Camaro that had been crowding me the whole way out to pass by us with a roar.

It was a beach. An incredibly beautiful, long, crescent shaped beach with a high sandbar a little way out. To the left, the sandy shore was bordered by a tall cliff with trees covering the top, jutting right out into the water, to the right, lower rocks that people were walking on. The parking lot was elevated by about twenty-five or thirty feet, the top of a wooden stair set visible from where we parked, and the view was just magnificent.

"Wow..." I commented.

"I know, isn't it nice? It's called Mispec. Some of my earliest memories are of Dad taking us out here for the day. I couldn't even remember how to get here, I had to ask people. Sure has changed a lot since then."

"I didn't wear swim trunks."

"I brought some for you, they're in one of the duffle bags."

"But I don't even own a pair anymore."

"You do now, I bought you some. Go ahead and change."

"Here? In- in the van?"

"Why not? The windows are tinted and if anybody walks along the front of us... Well, so what?"

" ... Umm... Actually, I'd kinda rather you stood up and blocked their view with a towel or something."

"You'll be fine, just get changed so we can get down there. Wow, there's hardly even anyone here."

Five minutes later, stepping off the bottom stair and starting out across the hot sand towards the lower, tumbled and water eroded rocks to the right, I complained about her fashion choice for me again.

"Stop whining, you have your pants on over them and they're really nice. Daniel Craig looked great in them as 007."

"I'm not Daniel Craig."

"No, you're a swimmer and a Jujitsu black belt and you know what that makes him?"

"What?"

"Just an actor."

" ... Okay, I know you're complimenting me and thanks, but I have to take my jeans off at some point and-"

"Oh, good god in heaven! You wore Speedos in the pool!"

"That was different."

"How?"

"I was competing, that's how. So did everyone else along, with cap and goggles."

"What, you don't think women check out male athletes?"

"I- ... (sigh) It'll be pretty embarrassing if I get a hard on, that's my point. You've seen the trunks I wear to the beach and that's why I wore that kind."

"Used to wear," she corrected. "Anyway, there's hardly anybody here, nobody at all over there by the rocks. So what if you do get a hardon? Besides, Mummy loves when that happens. (giggle)"

She chose a spot that was quite isolated on the large beach, far enough from its rocky boundary and the people climbing over the easy, broken surfaces. Close to the abrupt tree line that had long since replaced the steep, grassy slope between the parking lot and the sand, she got out a large blanket and spread it out for us, kicking her sneakers off to get on, kneeling to dig further through her duffle while speaking over her shoulder at me.

"Hop on my magic carpet, Son. No shoes or sand allowed."

She'd brought a modest spread of things including a small radio, two towels, sun block, a medium sized camping thermos, sub sandwiches with pop, (yes, pop!) straws and a fanny pack for our money and stuff. Printed in black marker on the top of the thermos was, 'Bob Leblanc'.

She soon had us set up with a smile, encouraging me to remove my jeans and shirt as she began unbuttoning her blouse on the blanket with me. Her suit was a two piece black bikini, the top featuring those long triangles that tied around the back of her neck, covering her nipples easily but leaving a whole lot more to help the imagination. To put it simply, it would have fit Staci just fine, but she wouldn't have looked anywhere near as appetizing in it.

" ... Ho-ly... Mum..."

"You like?"

I was almost completely hard again by the time I could answer.

" ... Oh my god."

"I'll take that- and that," she said, pointing at the sudden tent pole in my trunks, "-as a 'yes'."

Quickly re-arranging myself, I fretted, "Mum, people will look. Somebody might even come over and say something, this is a public beach with fam-"

"Stop worrying, this isn't about them, it's about you and your birthday. God, I love those on you, especially with a hardon."

"Oh, boy."

"Here, sit down and have some of your Mum's magic potion so you can calm down."

That seemed like a pretty good idea. We settled across from one another, me with my back to the rocks so she'd have hers to the rest of the beach population as she dug two Styrofoam cups out and filled one from the thermos. She handed it to me and then filled the other for herself while I took a sip, trying not to stare at her totally awesome tits.

"Whoa! What is this?" I asked, looking at the cup of strong, yet tasty beverage.

"Do you like it?"

"Yeah, it's really good. Strong, though."

"Kind of my own recipe. I haven't made it in years. The main ingredient is spiced rum."

"You should call it, 'Mum's Bikini'."

"Flatterer!" she accused with a big smile, totally pleased with that as I straightened my back, looking over her head and around us to make sure nobody was approaching.

"Y'know, I'm not even legally allowed to drink. Maybe you shouldn't be feeding me alcohol, especially while wearing that-"

"I'll feed my son alcohol if I want, where I want and to hell with what the law says. Don't get used to it, though, this is just a special little thing for us. And stop worrying about my bikini."

I took another sip, looking between her legs, before taking another quick look around.

"(giggle)"

"What?"

"You look like a prairie dog when you do that."

"Oh, very funny," I said, but with a smile.

"They can't see us from way over there any better than we can see them."

"It's just... un-nerving," I told her.

"You don't seem like the kind of kid who'd run around during class, sealing all the bathroom doors in his school shut with construction glue."

"See, when I did that, it was during class. Nobody was around, if you see what I mean."

She took a sip during my defense, momentarily gazing at the hardened maleness underneath my trunks before she looked back up and said, "Fat lot of good it did you. You got caught."

"I'll have you know I planned and carried out that operation perfectly. I was ratted out by Leonard Keeping."

"Still your fault. You didn't need any help, you did it by yourself. Why did you have to tell him?"

"I had to brag about it to someone," I explained, shrugging my shoulders and taking another drink.

"Heh, yeah, that figures. Notoriety is a double edged sword, isn't it? Have you at least learned your lesson about how loose lips sink ships?"

"Totally. Boy, ya think you know someone..."

"That's what I thought when I found out for sure your father was cheating."

"Not to mention the fraud charges, huh?"

"Still can't believe I missed that... I got soft and slow in my old age, I guess."

"Mum, you're not old and you never had a soft or slow day in your life. Geez, the look on your face when you came to pick me up that day after I glued the bathroom doors... and when you told me to wait in the car while you went into the office... I almost went and hid in my locker."

"Well, for god's sake, why did you keep doing all those crazy things?"

"I don't know. I just got the idea that I could and that it would be funny. I couldn't resist."

"They almost expelled you. I had to pay for that with your father's money just to keep you in class long enough to graduate, and then hide the payment from him."

"Yeah, but after you let me up, I was grounded for two months."

"What do you mean, 'let you up'?"

"Mum, you threw me down on the couch as soon as we got in the door and put your knee on my chest while you flipped right out. You were really mad."

"Well, I had to do something. You were getting to a point where your antics were beginning to make even me wonder and no matter how hard I was on you, I knew I could only expect another call within a month. Sure, there was some darned funny stuff, some of it I can't help but be proud of you for, but I was afraid you were going to get yourself expelled, or worse."

"Sorry, Mum."

"How in the world did you even know about that stuff, anyway?"

"What stuff?"

"Construction glue, you... Jr. Super Villain!"

"Oh. You remember Colin Parker?"

She nodded.

"His father's a carpenter, he mentioned it during shop class when we were using wood glue and told us all about the real good stuff. I call it 'havoc in a tube'."

"Good god, you really are like me!" she laughed.

"But why didn't you ever get mad when I got into fights and stuff?" I asked.

"Because you never started them. I knew you didn't when you told me what happened and the whole reason I pushed you into Jujitsu was so you could defend yourself when someone tried to pick on you."

"Oh."

"Anyway," she said dismissively, pausing to take another sip while I did the same, "I didn't have to ask. You made it abundantly clear that your preferred target was the faculty. For whatever reason, it was almost always them you terrorized."

We continued talking for another several minutes, drinking Mum's magic potion which did indeed relax me, and she was right; nobody seemed concerned. When we finished them, we decided to make our way down the hot beach to the sandbar and its surrounding, hard packed, wet sand at low tide. The back of her bikini bottoms showed quite a bit of her cheeks, again bordering on the obscene if not a few inches over the line and my hardon raged like it had been since I first saw her like that.

Oh, so hot.

"Isn't this neat?" she asked, looking around herself in a happy little spin. "The Bay Of Fundy has the highest tides in the world, so when it's out like this, it's way out."

"How high?"

"See the watermarks on the cliffs over there?" she asked, pointing in the distance to the other end of the beach, the light breeze moving her long, blonde hair in the sunshine.

"Wow, that is high."

"Be careful of riptides. The people I talked to about finding our way here all mentioned it."

"Okay."

She suddenly darted off ahead with an energetic burst of speed, calling, "Last one in sucks Joe's cock!"

Seconds later and just before the edge of the water, I overtook her, suddenly stopping up in shock just before I got crotch deep, hollering and turning around as Mum splashed by me in the frigid water, laughing wildly.

"Whoooop!" she yelled, throwing herself in headlong while I hurried back out.

"Oh my god!" I managed.

"Hey, come on!" she called, standing with her hair drenched in water that barely touched her boobs.

"It's freezing!"

"I know, it's so refreshing, come on in!"

"My penis will retract inside my body!"

She laughed again, trying to splash me with the ice water that surrounded her, but she was way too far. She dove under and swam a little closer, hurrying the rest of the way in on her feet to grab my hand and drag me in despite my misgivings, getting me deep enough to pull me under with her.

"Oh my god!" I repeated when we resurfaced. "So cold!"

"I know! It's only a few degrees warmer in the summer than it is in the winter! Isn't it great!? Look at my nipples, sweetie pie!"

It was so cold, I actually missed them, though I don't know how I could. The words, 'big and erect' couldn't have covered them. I gawked until a wave came in and covered them momentarily.

"Come on, it's better to keep moving!" she advised before throwing herself in and swimming down towards the rocky end of the beach, parallel with the shore.

Since I was already in, it made sense and I set after her, soon catching up and grabbing one of her feet. She playfully kicked a little as my hands grabbed further up until she had to stop and get to her feet, laughing and bouncing a little in the water, playing with her temporary buoyancy.

"I thought I was being attacked by a sea creature!"

"Just Moby Dick."

She found this hilarious and threw her arms around me, giving me a big kiss. I'd never seen her so happy, even her strange, sharks eyes could only hold smiles.

"Mum, people might see."

"So, what?"

"You're my mother."

"No, hon, I'm your girlfriend. From their perspective, I'm just a woman who's robbed the cradle and that's my business."

She was right, of course. I just had a hard time moving into the part like she did.

"Plus, nobody here knows us and we don't even look alike. I look like my mother and you look like Dad, so... there." she finished simply, happily, smooching my lips again before throwing herself back in to continue her progress to where the rocks reached out into the water.

She angled in when she neared them, past the seaweed covered parts that were subject to the tide and all the living things that came with it to the shore, standing when it was waist deep. Her bikini bottoms had worked their way between her cheeks and what a beautiful sight to watch her hurry up to where the waves couldn't reach her, out of breath and turning around as I stood up in the waves.

She smiled excitedly again, laughing a little and bouncing up and down as I walked out watching her tits, the bottoms of which were uncovered after our swim. They bounced and threaten to slip out entirely, her nipples just spectacular behind the shiny wet triangles. She was looking at me as well, actually licking her lips as she stared at my midsection.

"That was even better than the movie!" She shivered, standing by a shoulder height slab of rock.

"Aw Mum, that's embarrassing," I complained with a smile, looking around before pulling her bikini top down with some jerky, wiggling movements that she giggled at.

"My shins are numb!" she amazed.

"I know, that was..."

"Refreshing!"

"Yeah, that's it," I laughed, shivering like she was in the blessed heat of the sun.

"Wheeeee-! Oh, look, I remember these...!" she suddenly exclaimed, looking down and walking up the wet sand a little way before squatting, knees apart to pick up a small snail making its eternal way to the water. Holding it up, she asked, "Know what these are?"

"Snails." I answered.

"Wrong. Periwinkles. They're shell fish and delicious. We could grab a whole bunch of these some nice day with a bucket and take it to Pitbull and Agnes's house and boil them up. The four of us would have a great feed."

"Looking between her legs and moving forward, I asked, "You eat th-?"

"Hey, watch out! You're driving them into the sand!"

"Oops, sorry."

"It's okay, but you have to be careful, hon."

"I will."

Okay, no way was this any sociopath.

"You'd like them," she went on, "you like shellfish."

"Did you and your family eat them?" I asked, carefully stepping closer to squat across from her and pick one of them up to inspect for myself.

"Yes. We all helped gather them, even Mum. She actually loved it out here most of all and it was the only time she wasn't bad to be around. Really fun times. You want to get some next time we're here? We'll be better prepared then."

"Yeah, sure. It's nice here."

"Sure is. And the water... I don't blame you for liking Saint John but, as I say, there's other nice places like this, nicer even. Some of them closer than you might think and they're not going anywhere."

"Okay," I said with a trusting smile.

(We don't transplant well. We always have to come back.)

"Let's go check out these rocks," she suggested, standing and moving off.

I rose and followed her a little way to a natural sort of staircase that allowed easy access to the elevated bedrock, watching her ass as we went.

"Remember to watch your step," she lightly reminded.

"Yup," I said, suddenly looking down and back to see if I'd done it again while distracted by her body. Again.

"We won't go far because we want to keep an eye on our stuff over there, but we can take a bit of a look-see, anyway. ... Okay, just give me your hand here..."

I didn't know if she needed my other hand on her ass to steady her ascent or not, but she giggled when I applied extra support there. Moments later, I skipped up behind her and we walked carefully around, taking short, easy leaps across deep cracks, stepping down here, back up there and really having a great time. The warm rocks, smoothed over by millions of years of salt water crashing against and over them, felt great against our bare feet and the sun re-heated us as we poked around hand in hand.

Back at our blanket and after making sure there was no sand on either of our feet, as per Mum's demand, (she giggled like a child when I was cleaning it off hers), she broke out the sun block.

"Let's lay on our fronts first. Stand up and I'll do the backs of your legs."

She did, not shy at all about doing my inner thighs. Afterward, she had me sit down so she could kneel behind me, doing my back, arms, etcetera.




My Other Mother Ch. 05



"My turn," she announced, handing me the bottle. She stuck out her arms, smiling and looking at my face as I worked the lotion in.

A minute later, she was lying on her front, arms under a folded towel as I untied her bikini top like she wanted and began applying the sun block to her back, neck and shoulders. After that, I showed no more hesitation at her inner thighs than she did on mine, getting another giggle for it in return. I finished her legs and laid down on my front beside her, each of us looking at the other.

"Happy birthday, sweetie pie."

I couldn't help grinning from ear to ear and said, "Thanks, Mum, this really is fun. You were right; I'm having a great time."

"I knew you would. So am I."

"I know and it's nice to see."

We beheld one another contentedly for a minute before she spoke in a bit of a slow, lazy tone.

"Know what?"

"Hm?" I asked, feeling just a little sleepy from Mum's magic potion and the glorious warmth on my back.

"You remember last night when you said you were falling in love with me?"

" ... Yes."

"Well... a little while after things started to go bad between your father and I, when I was almost convinced he was having an affair... Well, I obviously changed towards him. I mean, we'd both changed towards each other by then, but I mean when I confronted him about it. I wasn't satisfied with his explanations about the time he was spending away and the growing disinterest he had in his home life, so there was no way I was going to put out for him while there was that kind of doubt, right?"

"Mm hm."

"And that was where it was kinda left for a long while. I couldn't prove anything with him being away all the time unless I hired a private investigator or something, and then where would that lead? A broken home for my son? He spent more and more time away, if you'll remember, buying you expensive things like that stupid Hummer when he was home to make up for screwing around on your mother, you too in a way... Well, we were sort of his kept family. He wasn't really even a part of us, other than by guilt, and all I could really do... I just tuned him out."

"I remember when he got 'busier'," I said.

"Yeah. ... Well, that's why. The big wheel had no more time for lil old us. And for me, that left you. Didn't it? You may also remember how I started paying more attention to you."

"Yes."

"I suddenly realized one depressive day that you were all I really had. So, I took greater interest... allowed myself to be distracted by you. To make you the successful man I stood behind. It's who I am and I found it very easy to devote myself to you in that way, much easier than your father when I met him because, of course, you're my son and I raised you. Plus, you'd do whatever I told you," she added with a smile.

"That's when I began taking a closer interest in your studies, decided you should take Jujitsu, then join the swim team and all the rest of it, including the discipline, luckily for my then budding super villain. It's also why I got involved with those birdbrains in the PTA. You may remember how I changed back then? How I became more strict with you?"

"Yes. I knew you and Dad weren't getting along, so I figured you were just mad."

" ... Of course not. No, I would never take that out on you, I'm so sorry you thought that."

"It's okay. After I got used to it, I figured you just..."

"What?"

"Well, I don't want to say it."

"Go ahead, it's alright."

" ... I kinda figured you were just turning into a resentful... bitch. Sorry, but you said..."

"Its fine, I'm not surprised. ... I'm sorry about my dedication, but I had no other use. Do you know what I mean?"

"I think so."

"It was like he just wasted all my efforts over the years like they meant nothing, and then there you were, the only payoff I had left. And I wasn't always tripping out on you. We had a lot of fun together, too."

"Yeah. I still remember the time you took me to the Museum."

"That was fun. But... you know what I liked the most?"

"What?"

"All those nights you spent in with me. When you were, um... grounded," she said with a tricky smile.

"Okay, what are you getting at?"

"Well, grounding you didn't work any better than having to deal with me, did it? Jeez, you even got in trouble at school while you were grounded."

"So, what are you saying?"

"You'd come home from school, eat, do your homework and go out with your friends. I never got to spend time with you and it's not like I had anybody else to spend time with, so I took advantage."

" ... You're kidding."

"Fraid not, hon. But look at all the great times we had. We played board games, watched lots of movies together with popcorn and had some really great talks. Admit it, you had fun."

"Yes, but you're unbelievable!" I laughed. "That's why you never carried a grudge!"

"Yeap," she drawled, "I tricked you real good."

"Well, why didn't you just ask me to stay in and keep you company sometimes? I would have."

"Maybe, but you wouldn't have wanted to. You'd have done it because you felt sorry for me or something and I'd have seen the understandable disappointment in your eyes. Teenage boys don't want to hang out with their mothers, they want to go out and howl with their pack, so... It was better to ground you, let you whine for a little before telling you to shut up and go to your room. Then you'd come out later and by the end of the night you'd have accepted it, we'd be getting along and I'd have you for a week or two. Or a month. (giggle) Or two."

" ... I should be mad, you know," I laughed.

"I would be. I'd want to tie me up and do naughty things to me for that."

"Careful what you wish for, Mummy."

"Oooooohh!" she jeered, laughing.

"But, how does all this relate to me falling in love with you?"

"I'm getting to that. (ahem) That break-and-enter fiasco your stupid friends went to the slammer for?"

"Yes."

"When the pigs showed up and interviewed you?"

" ... Yes."

"And when you and I had that little talk after they left?"

"I'll never forget that part."

"Neither will I. You see... Well, first of all, I was quite impressed at your ability to lie to them. They believed every word and pigs aren't stupid, despite how they sometimes act. Were it not for the fact that you never lie to me, I'd have been quite disturbed at that, but you showed loyalty to your friends with a kind of talent that... Well, I'll get into that later. What happened after they left is what I want to discuss right now. Hand me our cups there, hon?"

I gave her the styrofoam cups from my duffle where she'd stowed them before our swim and she continued while filling them again from the thermos in front of her.

"You have to understand that the real reason I was upset was because your penchant for getting into trouble seemed to be getting more and more serious and I was near the end of my rope where disciplining you was concerned. I was afraid you were going to end up in the slammer or worse and I... went a little far with you that night. I mean, you didn't even do anything wrong and I know you knew I was out of line. You were angry. For the first time, you were angry with my treatment of you and that's when I realized I'd gone too far. But..."

She paused here to dig out a cigarette and light it before going on, exhaling and looking not at me, but the abrupt, shady tree line at the edge of the sand five feet in front of her.

"I also realized right then, just in the time it takes to blink an eye, that you would never raise a hand against me. You delighted in provoking and even attacking authority in your teachers, casually and easily lied to the pigs, but you always respected me. Only me. Even your father never got the respect you gave me and I knew you'd never betray or hurt me, no matter what."

She took another drag from her cigarette, exhaled and looked at me once again with a funny expression and said, "I also, in that proverbial blink of the eye, had a sudden and completely unexpected... curiosity of how it would be if I did take things far enough that you'd take me in hand... restrain me. And without thinking about it... I hit you again. Harder. Then again, even harder as I got this mental image of you holding me with my arms behind my back... legs spread. ... I hit you again even harder and that's when I snapped out of it."

Heaving a deep breath to let out as a sigh, she gave me a small, apologetic smile as I only listened.

"I was pretty freaked out. I sent you to your room and you were glad to go. Then I paced around a lot, wondering 'what the hell?' I was so horny and it was so wrong. I couldn't get that image of you holding me down, tearing the back of my pants open and just... taking me... out of my mind, even though I was raging at myself at having just abused you and for thinking of you like that. I decided to deal with the root cause and I soon found myself in my own room with my hands down my pants. Of course, once I was done with myself, I was ashamed. It didn't help my feelings about having abused you and I felt like I was at a new low. I mean, I'd just masturbated while fantasizing about being forcefully taken by my own son, and after the hormones that made it seem acceptable at the time were gone...

"Somehow, I managed to get through the next couple of days. I didn't think of it in such a way as it would turn me on, only as something that had to be dealt with, so by the time we were getting along again, I'd just convinced myself that it had nothing to do with you and that I was just horny because I'd gone without for so long, and the thought of being taken just happened to pop up the way it did, so on, so forth. I acted like nothing happened, you seemed to accept that and move on completely unaware, so I just moved on too. Even when the fantasies came back, I just made you... faceless. It was the act, not the person doing it to me, you understand?"

"Yes."

"And ummm... I also convinced myself that my growing jealousy of Staci was only how I felf about her not being good enough for you. Is this freaking you out?"

" ... No, I wouldn't say that. You've sure got my attention, though."

"I'll bet. So anyway, we go right back to normal for a while and I was even starting to forget about my odd little hiccup... and that's when I find that set of pics on your computer. The ones I mentioned before where the woman is tied up?"

" ... Oh, boy."

"Yeah, that's... Well, I kinda made light of it when I brought it up with you, but... Oh, Steven, that made me think things. And I had to wonder. ... I sat right at your desk and masturbated to those pictures and other things going through my mind. It's strange how it hit me so hard and fast, right out of the blue like when I was abusing you. It's like... I'm looking through your pics and all is normal, then these shots come up and it's as if I've been somehow scooped up by the front of a passing freight train, still alive and on some short, rushing journey beyond my control that I never planned on or... Well, that was something else I had to deal with. Except that time, I had to take it a lot more seriously."

She stopped speaking, took a drag and looked at the woods again.

After a moment I ventured, "So... You're saying you had feelings for me like I have for you now?"

"To be honest, I was still trying to work that out when your father went on permanent vacation. When we got here, after I had to sort of... get my feet under me, I soon worked it out. I tried to ignore those feelings for your sake, even though I knew I wanted... you. But, when I'm around you, especially after what we went through together back home, that all seems to go out the window. Having you in that bed with your hard cock against me prompted these little rationalizations to satisfy, at least in some small part, my needs. Then along came Joe, things changed and... Well, I was happy to hear you tell me you love me that way last night. It made it a lot easier for me to accept that I feel the same about you, especially when you're not around and I'm stressing about having screwed you up for life. I wanted to return the sentiment, but I wanted you to know these things first, so you'd be aware of where I'm coming from. I love you too, sweetie pie."

We smiled at one another and joined hands, just lying there, sipping our drinks, she smoking for a little while before I came across with something that I hoped might help her to feel better about something.

"Don't worry about losing it with me that night, Mum. It's okay. Geez, you had no idea what was going on until after the cops left, after you could get it out of me. It's totally understandable you'd be freaked out, especially after all the trouble at school."

Mum's smile grew wider at this, her eyes closing a little the way a cat's does when it's loving your presence and attention.

"One other thing," she said after some moments, her smile fading just a little. "I'm... Look, I'll just come out and say it. I'm happy all this happened. With your father taking off, us losing everything and having to move, I mean. From the minute I started scooping the plaster off the floor of our room and into a suitcase, I began to feel better and now I wouldn't have things go any other way. I'm so much happier now and I have no worries about our future at all. Things will be better than they were, you'll see."

"I believe you."

"That's because you believe in me. That's why it's so possible for us, and Steven, I believe in you, too. I've been... assessing you lately. Please don't take that the wrong way, but I had to know your uh, capabilities. I've done a lot of thinking about the person you are, from your insidious little plots at school to your ability to tell bald faced lies to the pigs without batting an eye. Most important is your loyalty to me, like mine is to you, but what all this means is that when I told you that we'd be good together, I meant that on levels you're not yet aware of. I have a lot to teach you, but you and I will go better together than me and Sheila did. You're my son and this is the 'ole block' that you were chipped from, not your stupid father. The right misery sister, Hm?" she finished with a smile.

I was a bit speechless at the end of her dialogue. I felt appreciated, loved and important. Not just important, but integral.

After some seconds, I managed, "You know what, Mum?"

"What, hon?"

" ... You're a waaay better girlfriend than Staci ever was."

"(giggle)"

Neither Mum nor I brought up any heavy conversation for the rest of the day. She cut me off after my second magic potion, telling me I could have some more when we got home, but that I had to be sober enough to drive us there first.

We ate our subs, I had some pop and we went in swimming several more times, me never getting accustomed to the quick freeze effect of the bay's water, but enjoying it once I got in with Mum just the same. We got good tans while Mum fretted about bikini lines, finally making me fret when she removed her bikini top while on her back with the duffle bags piled at her side to cut off the view from the rest of the beach.

Both of us regretted leaving, but the time went by until it got late and we had to have the van gassed and returned, along with Bob's thermos and whatever else we brought that he may have owned.

Also, while neither of us mentioned it, I was sure she was as well aware of our impending appointment with Joe Blanchard that evening as I was.

Part 2

The television was off and I waited on the bed in my black jeans and T-shirt as Mum answered the door wearing a somewhat short, beige coloured summer dress with a rich floral print, shoulder straps and a mid thigh hemline. It was nowhere near snug enough to hug her curves, but the narrow waist definitely accentuated them and the moderate amount of cleavage visible. Sheer white stockings covered her legs and her hair and makeup were freshly done.

She opened the door and Joe entered, followed by his dumpster slut.

"Hey, what's this?" Mum demanded, her tone and facial expression anything but impressed.

"Relax, just a friend of mine," Joe said. "Roxanne, this is Kathleen and Steven."

Roxanne's eyes roamed over us both, her nervous expression not quite willing to meet our eyes.

Ignoring the introduction, Mum angrily pointed out, "You weren't supposed to tell anyone!"

"That's your problem, tits. Anyway, it's just Roxy. She won't tell, will ya-"

"I don't give a good god-dam if she's Sister Theresa's illegitimate daughter, you weren't supposed to tell anyone! And don't call me 'tits'!"

" ... Well, I did tell," he said, his body language showing that he wasn't that concerned about it.

Mum stared at him hard. I couldn't see the expression, but he looked away, suddenly uncertain.

"Nobody else, Joe. I mean it, or the deal's off."

"You break this deal and that's when I start telling people."

"Not without exposing your own complicity. By the time I tell the media how you exploited us, you won't come out looking any better."

"Your word against mine," he countered.

"That works both ways."

Another short silence ensued as they again stared at each other, Mum breaking it.

"Nobody else, Joe."

" ... Nobody else... Kathleen."

"That goes for you too," she told Roxanne in no uncertain terms. "You're just as complicit now, don't think you have nothing to lose, no matter what he tells you."

She looked at Mum nervously, even a bit curiously, but she nodded her understanding.

See, for Mum, it was the principal of the thing. First he tried to exploit her, even succeeded if one wanted to look at it that way, then he betrayed his deal with her. By the time we left, none of this would even mean anything or have any impact on our future whatsoever, but I had a feeling that the story would surely go far differently for Joe once we were away and untouchable, perhaps Roxanne now as well. Mum made a point of telling her she was complicit.

She closed the door and watched them as they each took a seat at the table, Joe in Mum's place as before, Roxanne in mine.

"Are- are you really his mother?" Roxanne asked.

I noticed she looked better than the last time I saw her, as though she'd made an effort with herself for this. She actually looked pretty good and I had to wonder as Mum did why she'd have anything to do with someone like Joe because, apparently, it was more than just a rent thing.

Mum looked at the brunette as she sat there in a red, short sleeved, low necked poncho type shirt with tight blue jeans and replied, "Yes, I am. If you want to see ID, you can both go straight to hell."

"We don't need to see ID," Joe assured. "Why not just sit down? No big deal, it's just like it was before. I tell you what to do and you do it."

"Can I tell them, too?" Roxanne asked, leering at us in turn, her anticipation obvious.

"Yup," he affirmed. "I'll tell 'em to if I have to. That's how it works. Right Kathleen?"

" ... Right, Joe," she agreed with a flat, arctic tone, not adding the "For now," that I clearly heard in her tone. She didn't like the second person there to witness us and he was pushing it, trying to gain hand.

"Well..." Roxanne thoughtfully decided, "Let's have them start off a bit slow, since I missed that last time."

"You heard her, let's see you two make out like last time, eh?"

Mum sat beside me and we slowly took each other in our arms, glancing at them as we quietly went about doing what we were told. I found it a bit easier to get started this time, despite Roxanne's presence, but I was still pretty glad Mum gave me more of her magic potion when we got back as she'd promised. Besides, I loved kissing and making out with my mother. It was so nice and with two people watching, strangely exciting at the same time.




My Other Mother Ch. 05



"They're both so fuckin' hot." Roxanne purred to nobody in particular as Mum sucked and kissed at my neck.

"Stick your tongue in her mouth," Joe directed.

After a few minutes of this, all four of us were breathing pretty heavily and I was rock hard once again. I wondered if the possibilities that existed for us in the next little while were running through Mum's head as they were through mine as we pressed closer of our own volition.

"Let's move on," Joe decided. "Take your pants off, boy. Let's see that fuckin' cock again. Roxy, you take yours off, too."

Both Roxanne and I hesitated, but got up to comply at the same time, me second guessing the arrangement between our Super and his other tenant once again. She and Mum watched me as I slowly removed mine, red faced despite my excitement.

"Kathleen, you get his shirt. And his underwear. Get him naked."

I sat back down, unable to resist looking down at myself as I bulged in the close fitting underwear I chose after I got home. Mum was looking too and, after she removed my shirt, I swear I heard the slightest moan escape her lips when she peeled my boxer briefs down my legs as I held my ass off the bed for her.

"Ohh, yeah," Joe breathed. "Roxy, get my dick out and play with it while we watch these two. Kathleen, you play with your boy's cock. Make sure it's nice and hard as it gets."

We didn't even look at each other this time, rather at her hand as she reached over to cover my length with her palm, slowly moving it down while settling her fingers on my shaft to reach for my balls, then back up again.

"Spread your legs for her," Joe told me as Roxanne placed her chair next to his. "Yeah... wider. Lean back a bit."

"Oh my god, she's really doing it!" Joes friend (?) exclaimed just above a whisper while trying to unhitch his pants without looking.

Without her jeans, I could just see the bottoms of her black panties under her top as one side of its wide neck dropped down over her shoulder, exposing a thin, black bra strap.

Mum's fingers could now travel all the way down, right to my balls and beyond and she watched herself do this as though in a trance, looking at the other two only once for a few seconds before looking at me, then back to what she was doing. It felt great. I was just as horny as she was right then and I found it strange how easy it was this time for me to put away, in part, the presence of the two other people in the room. She began almost lazily playing with my cockhead, turning herself a bit more to face me.

"Oh-hh, ... Mum..."

She covered my mouth with hers for a long, passionate kiss, slowly and firmly pumping my shaft, indeed as hard as it got, by the time the kiss was finished.

"Oh my god, that's so...!" Roxanne hissed in disbelief when we both looked over, Mum still stroking me.

She sat next to Joe with her hand frozen on his hard meat, jaw agape. Her other hand was squeezing a tit through her shirt.

"What do you think they should do next?" he asked her.

" ... I think... Kathleen... lick your son's cock. All over. His balls, too."

As Mum unhurriedly repositioned herself so that she was on her hands and knees on the bed, Joe added, "Yeah, good idea. Use lot's of saliva, too. Wet him up nice. Roxy, take your shirt off; play with your pussy while you check this out."

"Oh, god, yeah," she agreed, pulling her shirt over her head to show off a half decent size set of tits, (a C-cup, I guessed) in a black lace demi bra, but nowhere near as awesome as Mum's.

"Spread your legs further for her, boy."

I hated how he called me boy, hated him a little more each time he did. Only Mum was allowed to call me that. However, I spread further as ordered, watching Mum, knees spread, ass in the air, lower her face between my legs with a wet tongue emerging from her mouth. It's tip touched the base of my cock and slowly moved up, creating an immediate trickle of her saliva right down my balls that made me forget about how much I hated Joe the pig.

"Oh, my..." Roxanne marveled, pumping Joe's dick again, her other hand down the front of her bikini panties, legs spread somewhat modestly if that was possible.

Mum was licking my cockhead all over, holding me at the base of my rod as she did, more saliva running down my length as my attention focused on her. She took her time soaking me everywhere, moving on to my balls afterwards, smearing some of her own saliva on her cheek as it brushed against the front of my hardness.

"Hold her hair, so we can see," Roxanne lightly panted.

Doing so seemed to release the moan that was building inside as she sucked almost my whole bag into her warm, wet mouth for a second before letting it out, dripping wet. This was something else Staci never did and I was just beginning to truly appreciate how much better a girlfriend Mum really was.

"Steven, um... tell your mother to suck your cock," Roxanne softly, sleazily encouraged.

"Call her a little slut when you do," Joe amended, much to his dumpster buddy's pleasure.

I looked down at Mum, she at me. I wasn't sure about that last part, but she nodded her approval. That didn't make it any easier.

" ... Mum... suck my cock, you little slut."

They didn't see the barest smile that came and left her features in an instant as she replaced her hand at the base of my rod. Without much hesitation, she casually covered my head with her mouth and began sucking.

"Mmm. (slurp)"

"Uhh! Oh, Mum!" I exclaimed, unprepared for how good her mouth would feel on my pole.

"Mmmmmm."

"Oh god, that's so hot! Oh my god, I- I just don't believe this!" Roxanne continued to express in a low voice.

"Keep talking dirty to her," Joe said. "Keep calling her a slut. Call her a whore, tell her to suck you harder."

"But call her 'Mum', too." Roxanne put in after.

" ... I- I can't do that."

"Kathleen..." Joe warned.

She stopped sucking with a loud slurp and rose to look me in the eye, giving me a kiss before whispering encouragement in my ear.

"It's okay, sweetie pie, just do whatever they say and focus on me, alright?"

"But I can't treat you like-"

"Yes you can, Mummy says it's alright.... Mummy doesn't mind."

She moved away and looked wantonly into my eyes, a small bit of saliva running down her chin. It wasn't just Joe's order, it was her desire.

"Mum, keep sucking my cock. Suck it like the little slut you are."

She fell to it again.

"Go down further. Fuck me with your mouth like a whore in the street."

"Mmmm. (slaa-arp) Ommmm."

"Yeah... suck my cock, Mummy. You filthy slut."

"Mmmmm! (slu-urp!) Mm-mmmm! (choke) Mmmgmpf!"

"Oh my god..." Roxanne amazed again.

I was in no position to blame her. Mum was going at me like a porn star would. She was an expert, stroking and twisting with her hand and vigorously sucking like her life depended on it. She even rotated her head to the extent she could, letting her saliva run out, making an erotic and exciting mess. I could feel her tongue working me along with her lips and hand, whipping around my head and every other sensitive area that she seemed to know all about.

"Oh yeah, oh fuuuck, Mu-um! Oh, you're such a slutty little cocksucker!"

"Mmmmm!" she squealed around my meat in appreciation while I held her hair for her and so that they could see everything, could watch my horny mother suck my dick.

She was good beyond my wildest imagination, but better was yet to come.

"Oh, fuck!" Roxanne gasped, working herself and Joe up well.

After a couple of minutes, Joe decided, "I think it's time for Steven to play with his mother."

Mum slowly stopped sucking and let my cock go with another wet slurp, softly stroking it and slightly out of breath while she looked at our two directors.

"Did you like that?" Roxanne sleazed.

" ... Yes." Mum admitted in a low tone.

"Oh, fuck, Kathleen, you turn me on." was the woman's reply.

"Boy, get up on the bed with your mother. Spread her legs and see if she's wearin' panties tonight."

Both of us were trembling with excitement at this point and I was surprised at how easy it was to forget about propriety. I climbed up on the bed, watching her come to a sitting position against the wall. She kicked her shoes off and drew her closed knees up slightly, her hands on the bed at her sides as she fixed me with the most excitingly blank expression, her eyes anything but.

I spread her legs, hiking her skirt up to her waist as I did. She wore white, high cut satin panties that dipped low in front. The real eye popper was how she'd actually worn a frilly white garter belt with straps to hold those stockings up.

"Put- uh --put your hand down her panties." Roxanne gasped.

I did this without much hesitation, forgetting that I was buck naked in front of them all, forgetting improprieties, just simply doing as I was told, shucking off all responsibility for what would happen.

"Ooh! Oh, honey, oh!" she voiced, looking down at the bulging knuckles and fingers of my hand in her panties. She was soaked and it was easy to slowly, thoroughly make my way around with my fingers, rediscovering her clit and playing with it the way she showed me the evening before.

"Ohhh-fffff- ... ffuuuck!"

Without being instructed, she reached over and grabbed my cock again, squeezing and stroking, making me moan and gasp as we watched with perverted interest the forbidden things we were doing with each other.

"Rip those panties off," Joe calmly ordered.

I think she was genuinely surprised at how fast I obeyed that order, how she ended up being tugged to and fro, jerked around until the front panel of her panties were ripped out, the elastic band at the top next. I finished and her jaw hung agape as she regarded me, eyes dancing wildly as her satin undergarment hung in tatters from her left thigh.

That was fun, but apparently not just for me.

"Oh gaaawd! AHH! OHHH! OHHHH! CUMMING, FUUUUUCK!" Roxanne wailed, her attractive ass dancing in her chair as she continued stroking Joe and herself throughout her orgasm.

I put my hand back between Mum's legs as we continued beholding one another through the rest of Roxanne's experience, something like two animals in a cage until our next instruction came down.

"See how wet and horny your mother's pussy is? Go ahead and stick your finger up inside her. Fingerfuck her and make her squirm."

Slipping my middle finger up inside her, I watched her lift herself off the bed a little, drawing in a loud breath and spreading her legs wider.

"Ooooh, oooooooh, fuck! Ohhh, god!"

Having done this before, I took my time and felt around while I probed her canal until my knuckles were pressed against her. I continued exploring, re-familiarizing myself with her soft embrace, feeling her vaginal muscles flutter against my finger as I neared that curious spot I'd discovered before.

"Oh. Oh! Oh, Steven, honey... Oh-h!!"

She was pumping my shaft with her hand again by the time I was thumbing her clit, fingerfucking her to a rhythm that her hips seemed to like. Before long we were both gasping and sighing again, in our own filthy little world and loving it.

"You ever suck a pussy, boy?"

It took me a second to realize he was talking to me, but I looked over and jerkily shook my head. Something else Staci didn't like and I actually never thought much about it myself.

"Somehow, I didn't think so. You can start with your mother."

"Oooooh, honey..." Mum crooned.

"Oh, she likes that." Roxanne noted with awe.

I drew my finger from her pussy and looked between her legs, wondering how I should accomplish this in a positional sense, a bit nervous about whether I'd like it or not. I'd thought about it before, got off on watching it done to women in porn, but somehow the idea never especially appealed to me insofar as actually doing it myself.

Mum slid down the wall, pushing her pelvis ahead and thrusting up a little more in invitation, showing me how much the idea appealed to her.

"Oh shit, she wants it." Joe noted as well. "Look at the elitist little bitch fuckin' spread for him. Oh yeah, Roxy, keep jerkin' me. ... Fuck, yeah..."

"We have to do what he says, sweetie pie." Mum husked, holding her dress high for me, her chest rising and falling with her excited breaths. ... "Come give Mummy's wet cunt a nice kiss, baby."

Well, I guess I shouldn't have been surprised that Mum could instantly make my next act as appealing as she did right then and there. Still jacking herself and Joe, Roxanne groaned aloud when she heard it.

I moved forward, lowering my head as she raised one of her legs and put it over my shoulder, then guided me down to my side with my face between her spread upper thighs. The leg thrown over my shoulder gave her just a bit of lift, enough to give me even more access, the view spectacular as she grabbed my cock again.

"Just some kisses, baby. Kiss Mummy, o- ... Oh, yes. Mmmm, yes, like... that."

I started with her inner thighs. I liked them and I thought I'd take the opportunity to warm up with them. My hand came around the top of her thigh, the one whose knee was languishing on my shoulder, as I got my other elbow underneath me on the bed so I could come over her other thigh as well. Holding her spread, I was in a more comfortable position to work my way to that spot between the very tops of her legs and her wet, pouting pussy lips.

I couldn't believe this was my mother, couldn't believe Dad would be so stupid to pass this woman up for... any other woman, least of all the sticklady.

"Mmmm, honey, that's gooood. Oh yes, Mummy- (gasp) -loves you- ... Ohh, honey."

I'd finally placed a soft, lingering kiss squarely on her pussy, spanning her lips and covering part of her seeping wet opening. Pressing my lips just a little harder, I gently sucked at the end of this kiss, pulling slowly away with one of her lips momentarily caught between mine, her delicious essence filling my senses.

"Oh! Oh, baby, that- Oh!"

I was doing it again as she watched, lower jaw trembling, sharp goose bumps breaking out down her inner thighs and under my caressing hands. The third time I did it, I placed my mouth directly over her opening, slowly kissing as if it were her mouth and loving it at this point. Again taking in her taste and scent, I moved away, again dragging a lip with me.

"Oh, god, he's making it... nice for her..." Roxanne whispered, actually having stopped up her dual efforts to watch my progress.

Finally planting my mouth over her very erect nub, I ground ever so little with my lips, keeping it soft as I sucked the end of it to just barely touch them.

"Ohhh, my clit! Ohhhh! Oooohh, honey!" she whined, squirming under and against my mouth.

Teasing her, I went back to the edges of her beautiful, shaved mound, except this time with my tongue, tracing that lovely crook between lip and leg, going down to cross just below her opening to start up the other side while she twitched and softly cried out, her hand settling lightly at the back of my head.

Taking my tongue's exploration further, I unapologetically washed around her clitoris the way she taught me to do with my finger. She jumped and let out a yelp, taking a fistful of my hair, but not pulling like she did when she was mad. Before long I was unhurriedly licking and sucking everywhere, driving my tongue right up her pussy as far as I could to coax out more of her intoxicating essence to lap up.

"Ohhhh-hhh!!? Ohhhhhhh, fuuuuck!!? she moaned, holding her ass right off the bed and watching me over the swell of her chest.

I continued at her in a world of my own, glancing up at her every so often, but never letting up with my bold tongue or insistently sucking lips grinding softly against her. The sight of her, the expression on her face as she held the back of my head to her body while also holding her dress high for me, letting me see that sexy garter belt as she repeatedly cried out was quite something, and I could only imagine how it looked from the perspective of the other two.

"She taste good, boy?"

I stopped and looked over my shoulder while Mum ran shaky fingers through my hair to nod my head, smiling a little and saying, "Yeah... she tastes great."

I eagerly returned my mouth to her pussy amidst the low, dirty chuckles of our two guests... and Mum.

"He looks pretty good at that," Roxanne said.

"Uh-mm! Mmm, yeah! Ohhh, honey, that's- Ohh-hh!"

A minute later, when Mum was still crying out, jerking and writhing into my hungry mouth, I felt somebody settle beside us on the bed. It was Roxanne, leaning in closer for a better look with one hand down the front of her panties.

"Oh, sweetie pie, yes! Oh fuck, yes!"

"Oooooh, look at him sucking on that clit," Roxanne breathed. "Ohhh my god, that's sooo good."

"Yeah! "Oh!!"

"Kath- Kathleen... I ha- have almost thirty Dollars. Yours if I can join."

"Nah! No! Ohh, fuuuuck, honey, Mu- Ohh!!"

"I'll give you two hundred if we can both join," Joe panted, busily jerking himself now.

"N-nnoo! Oh-hh!! Oh god, honey! (gasp!) Mummy's gonna cum! Oh ffuuuck!!

Roxanne glanced at Joe, hoping he'd up the ante, then moved closer to Mum, breathing the question of what it would take in her ear, but Mum had other things to deal with right then.

"Oh, baby!! Mummy's-! Cummingggg!! OHHH!! AHHHHHH!! OHH, GAAAAAAAWD!! OHHH, FUUUUUUUUCK!! UHHHHHHH!!"

That was incredible. I licked and sucked my mother's cum throughout her orgasm, swallowing everything and cleaning her entirely as she ground out the end of her climax with that gravelly voice.

"Please, Kathleen?" I barely heard Joes other tenant whispering into Mum's post orgasmic ear as she crooned happily in low tones, stroking my scalp while she tried to recover. "I'll do anything you want. Oka-?"

Mum placed the palm of her other hand on Roxanne's bare stomach and gently pushed her away.

Give it up, Roxy, she's got her scruples," Joe said, laughing out loud afterward. "Ha, that was a good one."

Actually, it wasn't. Laughing at Mum's expense was a no-no and I caught the brief recognition of his offense in her features as I got up from between her legs. It was like she'd clicked a mental counter, recording another offense that would ultimately help determine his fitting punishment.

"Why don't you let her take your dress off? After that, you and your boy can have a nice, cozy sixty-nine so Roxy can see you get your face covered in your boy's jism like I did. Since she missed it. Plus, I know how you love suckin' your boy's cock. Don't you?"

"Yes," she grudgingly toned, her voice trembling as she got to her knees and looked at Roxanne, adding, "You can take my dress off."

"Boy, play with yourself while you watch this. Stay nice and hard for Mummy, eh?"

It was kind of embarrassing, ironically enough considering I'd just sucked my mother to orgasm, but here was a woman disrobing my mother, surprisingly at her approval. I set about ignoring him as I took myself in hand, slowly stroking my cock as Roxanne started with the buttons at the top of Mum's dress.

Mum watched her face intently as she worked her way down to just under her bust line, she intermittently looking into Mum's gaze as her trembling fingers paused to almost reverently spread the front of her dress open. On her knees, Mum even arched her back a little, pushing those beautiful tits out of her dress in a white bra that, while low cut, actually fit her quite well, showing off a nice amount of cleavage between the barely adequate cups.

"I love your boobs..." Roxanne breathily complimented.

She continued with the buttons before pushing the garment off Mum's shoulders, bending at the waist to pull it down and over her hips, mouth lingering close to that inviting cleavage. Her fingers trailed over my mother's curves as she lowered the dress to her knees and helped her free it and her ruined panties from her legs before focusing on her bra.




My Other Mother Ch. 06



Part 1

After Mum gave me another cup of her magic potion, I was out on the streets. I didn't think it would be a good idea to linger in the park behind the office building after dark, so I found my way down to the water's edge, along the boardwalk behind the hotel where I met Pastor Marx the night before. Judging by the festivities along Market Slip, it was a good bet that I'd see her there again.

I'd earlier walked a few steps around the corner to get a look, seeing the crowded outdoor tables within their little gated off areas. There were three different, large bars in a row that all seemed to be sharing the same music, at least on the outside, and the volume of the people themselves rivaled that of the dance tune pumping from the large, black speaker cases. The slipway itself was enjoying a nice turnout, not a throng by any means, but there were few seating areas left along the outer edge overlooking the water.

I stepped back around and moved to where I'd been the night before, looking out over the dark water with the lights of the city reflecting from its glassy smooth surface.

I really wasn't thinking of much. It seemed there wasn't much to think about anymore and it wasn't as though it was hard to figure out where Mum stood.

I still wasn't sure if Roxanne was Joe's willing or forced friend when she entered our room earlier that evening, but there was no doubt whose friend she was when she left. Mum very neatly just... assimilated her. Resistance wasn't just futile, it wasn't even considered and it happened right under Joe's nose, right in front of him.

I imagined Mum sitting home on the bed, her hands brought together as though in prayer with her mated index fingers touching her lips as she stared at the opposite wall, analyzing and strategizing around this unintentional gift from Joe with those unsettling, predatorial eyes.

"Heh."

Only the water heard that and saw my smile as I appreciated how funny it really was. Mum did say he was stupid.

I allowed my smile to fade, but not entirely. I was actually in a contented and peaceful mood, much like I was when I was laying out with Mum at the beach earlier that day. This was why I wasn't particularly stressed when I noted how different it seemed out here, around town and other people as opposed to being with her in the nowhere land of our room on the fourth floor. Standing there, it still seemed impossible that we'd done those things, that we enjoyed them even, but it was getting easier to accept. Perhaps to be more precise, it was easier for me if I did.

My other mother was really pretty cool, apart from some odd mood swings and those eyes. Sure, she kinda scared me at times, but those times were relatively few and the rest of the time she was... quite simply, the best.

After a while I got a little bored and decided to move on, but this time, instead of going around the hotel, I walked down the slip through the milling people, their music and frivolities. It was odd, the sensation that I was moving through them as a foreign body, an alien that was there but had such little importance or connection to what was going on, or to those that were making it go on, that I wasn't even seen. It fueled the small contented smile I'd retained from behind the hotel as I looked about me, unseen and insignificant. It was freedom. It may have been Mum's magic potion.

Leaving the slip, I ambled along in the general direction of home, straight through another uptown party zone with bars and pool halls operating out of bicentennial architecture. Modern music pumped from the open doors to the crooked sidewalks along with occasional cheering from the establishments that featured live bands. The sea of nineteen to thirty-somethings, even some that were my about my mother's age, danced and laughed up and down the sidewalks, crossing narrow streets where shiny muscle cars, tuners and police cruisers idled, the revelers on their way to different bars or to the slip.

We saw each other at the same time. I happened to be looking across the street at an Irish bar and saw her sitting out front in a low, deep set window casing. The Pastor was talking to two young women with their backs turned towards me and signaled as I waved.

Crossing the street, I waited a short distance off, leaning against the building and watching as she opened her bible, flipped a few chapters ahead and read a short selection. I couldn't make out her words, but watched as the two young women paid attention, nodding and smiling when Marx closed the book and went on for a short time. They conversed for a few more minutes before bidding her goodbye and I walked up as they were crossing the street to a different bar.

"Hi, Steven."

"Hi, pastor Marx. Business is good, huh?"

She chuckled and moved over, patting the spot beside her.

I sat as she asked, "How have you been?"

"Good. You?"

"Persevering. How's it going with your inconvenient truth?"

" ... Once you adapt to it, it's no longer so inconvenient."

"I can see the possibilities in that," she admitted with a smile.

"Yeah, you can't imagine," I laughed, this understatement striking me as being quite comical.

"Would this adaptation work for Al Gore? Would it settle his mind?"

"It would if he decided to just give up on the whole effort of saving the planet as a useless waste of time, yeah. I mean, if he just went ahead and bought a big gas guzzler, maybe some stock in the oil sands, stopped recycling and stuff."

"Ah. But that would mean selling out his principals."

"Not selling out so much as bowing to the greater force. The inconvenient truth."

"Interesting."

"How so?"

"Faith in God requires submission to Him as your ultimate truth. It's like that wisdom I prayed for, you know? Inconvenient at times, but you have to bow to it as the greater force once you see it for what it is. When things are good with Him, you want to, can't wait to."

"That is interesting," I said. You must run a pretty cool church."

"You're looking at it."

"I mean the place where you have Sunday services and stuff."

"I don't have an actual church building."

"Oh. So, you're kinda like a Missionary." I assumed.

"Kinda like that. I have a day job. Want to come on my rounds with me?"

"I can't go into bars, remember?"

"It's okay; I usually don't go in anyway."

"Well... sure."

We made our ambling way around, she stopping to talk to people she knew, some she didn't. After an hour or so, we grabbed a hotdog and pop again like last time and we sat on a bench with our snack, watching the social scene move around us.

"Your mother wouldn't mind me taking you around to all the bars?"

"You're not exactly sneaking me in and getting me drunk."

"She might think I have been once she gets a whiff of your breath."

Oops.

"Well, you know..." I shrugged, "I was at a buddy's house earlier. No big deal."

"Won't she get mad?"

"Probably not as long as I'm staying out of trouble. Anyway, it's kind of a one off."

"Last night, too? I'm sorry, I'm not trying to be nosy, but..."

"But you don't want to look like a bad influence. Don't worry, it's just sort of my birthday weekend and I thought I'd treat myself. Besides, I'm not drunk or anything."

"Okay. ... You know, Steven, I'm a pretty good listener. I've been known to give some pretty sound advice on occasion, too."

("You just have to look along the shores and you'll find us all over, rotting in the sun.")

" ... I believe that. You're a nice person."

"Thank you. So are you, but you're also... kind of unique."

"I am?"

"Yes. It's hard to say how, but you have this quality. Like some day the world will have its way with you, or you'll have yours with it."

"Wow. Well, whatever way it works out, both me and the world will have to answer to Mum if we screw it up."

She thought that was pretty funny and seemed mostly satisfied that I was being well and properly looked after by a responsible and caring parent. She asked how old I was, wished me a happy birthday and we talked about every day things for a little while after we finished our snack. When the time got close to one, she got up to finish off her rounds, me to go home.

"It's been a slice," she said.

"Yeah, it was. If I'm around again next weekend, I'll look for you."

"Please do, and God bless."

I watched her ass while she walked away. Again, it's not why I liked her, she just had a nice ass. Walking home, I wondered if the men from the bars ever hit on her, if any were successful.

Mum, as I'd earlier imagined, was sitting on the bed when I entered, her back against the headboard with her hands in that prayer position, index fingers touching a serene smile that didn't reflect in her eyes.

She was wearing her nightie and her legs were casually spread, one bent at the knee and sticking up, the other bent and lying on the mattress. The crotch of her light blue panties was clearly visible and her nipples were still hard as ever behind her barely supportive nightie. Of course, I started getting stiff at the sight of this.

"Hey, sweetie pie."

"Hi, Mum. Am I back too soon?"

"Not at all."

I closed the door behind me and took a seat at the table, staring at the inconvenient truth I'd bowed to.

"You're so fabulous," I told her.

She smiled warmly at this and opened her legs further, having seen where my eyes rested, asking, "Did you have a nice time out?"

"Uh huh. It's been a great birthday all around. Thanks a lot."

"No problem, I'm just glad you enjoyed it. It's been quite a day though, and I've got things to do tomorrow. Why don't you take off all your clothes and turn out the light? Get in bed with me."

"Okay."

I did as she suggested, leaving my boxers on with a slightly embarrassed smile about the situation within them when I turned out the light. It seemed foolish at that point, but I was still getting used to the idea of Mum and I being together in that way.

"Sweetie pie, I did say all your clothes." She reminded with a raised brow and an expectant grin.

I wordlessly pushed them down and off while she sat forward, watching me in the streetlight.

"So, what do you think of Roxanne?" she asked out of the blue. "Honestly?"

" ... She's a whore."

"Maybe. ... You should be nice if you see her," she judged, moving down on the bed and making room. "Not overly nice, but... you know what I mean."

"Okay," I said, getting in with her.

"You saw what happened, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"Good. ... Did you like when she undressed me?"

"Yeah. Did you?"

"Yes."

"And... when she was sucking your nipples?"

"Uh huh. That felt nice and I loved that you were watching."

"It was pretty good, wasn't it?"

"Mmmm. ... You think she's attractive?"

"Yeah, but not like you are. And like you said, I find it hard to believe she'd be happy with Joe."

"Hmm. ... You wanna play Drawback?"

I smiled and reached to start untying the string at the back of my mother's neck, saying, "Yeah. But... can I play with your tits and suck on your nipples after?"

"Of course, honey."

Part 2

I woke up somewhat early and turned over to see her sipping a hot coffee and smoking a cigarette, dressed in one of my long, button up shirts with a towel wrapped around the top of her head. She smiled sweetly and, in a voice as peaceful as tiny silver bells, told me to go back to sleep.

I woke up again at twenty after twelve. She was gone and it was an overcast Sunday, the first day that had been anything but bright and warm since we'd been there. It seemed hard to believe that it'd been less than a week.

Yesterday's liquor still resided in my head to a small degree, kind of a mild afterglow that dampened slightly the sudden, impossible memory of eating my mother out till she came the night before.

Finally getting up with a hardon, I stuffed a peanut butter sandwich down my throat. By the time I'd showered, brushed my teeth and got dressed, the afterglow was gone and I sat on our bed with a sort of devastated smile. I remembered Pastor Marx's comment about selling out and I didn't know what to think.

After an hour of Gran Turismo, I decided to go look into something before it started pissing down outside.

I'd determined on the way to the Library that I needed a more direct information gathering process, so when I got there I went straight to one of the public computers and logged on, searching for information on alternate personalities caused by liquor consumption. While there doesn't seem to be a scientifically established term, or even recognition of it, there are plenty of people who seem to have experienced it.

After a while, I gave up trying to find any proper study of the matter and went to look up the actual meaning of a word that had been bouncing around at the back of my mind.

Psychopath -- A person who is somewhat like a sociopath in the way that he or she lacks empathy, but also actually gains satisfaction through antisocial behaviour. They don't experience shame, guilt or remorse for their actions or the hurt they cause others and often justify themselves, even blaming others. They display tactlessness, contemptuousness and insensitivity, though often have a superficial charm about them. Any genuine emotion is short lived and then they're back to an overall cold demeanor. Charisma, manipulation, intimidation, sexual intercourse and violence are all tools of the psychopath in his or her efforts to satisfy their own needs and they can often 'blend in' with so-called normal people in many environments.

There was more, some of which didn't fit my other mother, but there was enough that did to make me worry. I went back to the computer to research how alcohol relates to psychopathy and that's when I found something that explained the lack of scientific research on the question. A person either has a mental disorder, or they do not. If they do, they often tend to expose themselves when they drink.

I left the Library just before they closed at five, the leaden clouds overhead expressing perfectly how I felt as I jammed my hands in my pockets and started for home, head down as though clarity in all I read and how it related to my mother might be spotted on the sidewalk. Tempting the rain, I diverted up King Street and across the square to the next park, the one behind the office building that had my preferred bench. This time, I sat up on the back with my feet on the seat, knees spread as I looked at the park, focusing on nothing.

"It's not as if she's done anything." I mumbled in her defense.

"No... no, she hasn't, but I believe... ultimately, she will," I replied.

"No grounds for that."

"It's a hunch. I'm worried."

"She doesn't even completely fit any of the mental disorders we held her up against and a lot of people display the kind of behaviour she does. It doesn't mean they're crazy, it just means they're... intense. Mum, or our other mother if you prefer, is just a very intense... con artist type."

" ... Yeah..."

"She's been drinking, people change when they drink. Fuck, we were pushing people into the pool after the prom, then you grabbed Staci and hopped in yourself."

"Shit, she was mad."

"Sure she was. That's my point."

"Fuck her, she's just a useless little whore. It's all about Mum."

"Just trust her like she says and keep your promise later on, when she's done doing whatever it is she's doing."

" ... But, I don't like how she doesn't seem to fit any recognized psychological disorders. The differences are too fundamental. Psychopaths, according to our information, lack foresight and often fail in life. That doesn't sound like her at all."

"Psychiatry is a bullshit work in progress. Most of the disorders we read about today shared a lack of foresight and a lot of other symptoms in common and it's not as if everybody's gonna be a 'classic case'. If they were that common, the term wouldn't exist."

"Yeah... Maybe that's my point. I don't know."

"If you think about it, she really hasn't done anything," I repeated.

" ... No. ... And that's kinda part of it, too. She'd be displaying that kind of radical behaviour way more often, but she's not. That's another way she doesn't fit any known profiles."

" ... Sooo... She's not crazy."

"I didn't say that. I just... There's something I'm not quite catching here."

"It's those eyes." I blurted.

" ... Yes. Those eyes."

"But, it's not like they actually change colour. Not really, they just seem brighter and with that strange, opposing darkness. People's eyes do sometimes seem to change under different lighting."

"I don't think that's the case here. Neither do you."

"No. ... Remember the slumlady?"

"Oh, yeah. I think... I think she got a good look."

I paused in conversation with myself, looking around and up at the clouds while I noted the scent of rain in the air. People over in King Square were walking a little faster than they usually did and all the benches appeared to be unoccupied from my vantage point.

"So, what the fuck are you saying?"

After a long pause, I replied, "I don't know."

I stood up on the bench, taking a deep breath and stretching before stepping down to the pavement and starting for home once again, sighing the last words of my conversation.

"Somehow, I'm just worried that sex with Mum may end up being the least of our worries."

Part 3

Despite the clouds, I dilly dallied along, taking my time and vaguely enjoying my game of chicken with them. I finally opened the steel door and walked in, up the staircase to the fourth floor and down the dim lit hall to our room.

Mum was lying on the bed, propped up with our pillow and the two blankets between her back and the headboard like she was the night before. However, this time Roxanne was lying on her back between her spread legs. Her head reclined on Mum's chest and she was fast asleep.

"Holy..."

She put her finger to her lips and beckoned me the rest of the way inside, stroking the brunettes hair and scalp with her slow, gentle fingers. Quietly closing the door, I stood and stared.

They were both fully clothed, Mum in a knee length, dark blue summer skirt and a white, short sleeved blouse, Roxanne in snug black jeans and a black, short sleeved cotton shirt with plunging neckline. Their clothed condition didn't stop my meat from twitching despite my complete surprise. Mum smiled up at me while I moved slowly to the table and took my seat, the very kind of smile the Borg Queen might flash as her nano-probes course through your-

"How was your day?" she whispered.

I suddenly wanted to laugh out loud at the absurdity of the question, given the present circumstances, but managed to keep it to a great big smile as I nodded, looking at them both. After a minute, I turned on the TV and began playing video games on low volume. What the hell else could I do?

About two hours later, after it started raining buckets and in the middle of a rather intense firefight with a German position, I heard, "Uh-h? Wh-?"

I glanced over in time to see Roxanne coming more fully awake. Mum had also fallen asleep and was now waking with her new friend.

"I... must've fallen asleep. I'm sorry."

"Mmmmm... S'okay, Roxy. So did I."

'Roxy' sighed, then settled unsure eyes on me as Mum's fingers kneaded and caressed her shoulders. "Hi, Steven."

"Hi." I replied politely like Mum had instructed as a sniper was shooting me dead.

"Oh, they got you." She needlessly pointed out in a sleepy voice.

"Don't feel sorry for him, he cheats."

"Oh, sure." I lightly scoffed.

"Come over and give your mum a kiss," she replied with a playful smile.

I complied with Mum's directive, albeit a little nervously with Roxanne right there and my other mother's unpredictability. But it was just a simple, lingering kiss on the lips that I enjoyed as usual. I didn't look directly into her eyes.




My Other Mother Ch. 06



"We had quite a day of walking around," Mum informed me, still a little sleepy, absently caressing the side of Roxanne's neck as she spoke. "We got back here and decided to take a load off. Have you eaten?"

"No."

"Good, there's Chinese in the microwave, dig in."

"I should probably get back down to my room now," Roxanne said. "It was great hanging out-"

"You should stay. Hon, put the TV on, will you?"

Roxanne had tensed in the act of getting up, but slowly relaxed, Mum's caresses making it all the easier. For my part, I switched the television over and handed the remote to Mum, captured by this little scene.

She found a show that promised new secrets revealed about Big Foot and we all sat around, actually watching this.

"Okay, I think we should be allowed to carry guns into the woods," Roxanne commented after the show, Mum's hands lightly massaging her shoulders.

"I'm inclined to agree with you after seeing that," Mum agreed.

"Yeah, we need to stamp out Bigfoot," I ruled.

They both laughed a bit as my mother's hands wandered down the inside of Roxanne's top. The laughter of our guest died in her throat, but a surprised and excited smile remained as Mum grabbed her breasts, gently squeezed and then caressed. There was a short silence afterward while Roxanne started breathing again with a sigh, her eyes closing as caring hands continued playing in her top.

"Your nipples are hard." Mum commented.

"They're- yes. Ohh-h, goosebumps."

"I know, I feel them," she said, groping and squeezing a little more while Roxanne arched her back and watched with a happy smile, glancing over at me. "Mmmm."

"Like that, huh?"

"Yeah."

"I really liked your company today," Mum commented. "I think we make pretty good friends, don't you?"

"Very much."

"We could be much better friends. Would you like that, Roxy?"

"Oh, yes, Kathleen. I'd like that very much."

From inside, Mum slowly pulled the brunette's top up to her neck, explaining, "Of course, Joe can never be my friend and it'd be hard for me to trust someone who was his."

"I- I don't care about Joe," she admitted as I checked out the red demi bra that held her breasts. "It's just that, like I say, I can't pay my rent and my husband... so..."

Her hands still softly kneading Roxanne's breasts, Mum suggested, "That can be taken care of, and so can your husband if he comes looking. I can help you, Roxanne. I always help my friends... those who help me."

"Really?" she asked with a hopeful voice.

"Oh, I promise," Mum confirmed with a sighing whisper, her hands slipping inside the cups of Roxanne's bra. You just have to trust in me and do whatever I ask of you."

"Oh-h... Oh, Kathleen, I'll trust you and do- (sigh!) --wh- what you say."

"You promise? You'll give me your word?"

Looking up so that their eyes met, she replied, "I give you my word, Kathleen. I'll help you. I'll do whatever you ask."

"And Joe?"

"To hell with Joe."

"Language, baby. But, that's what I want to hear," Mum soothed.

She pulled the younger woman's breasts right out of her bra, showing me how erect her buds were as she looked over at me with a smile and wink that Roxanne never saw. The brunette's back arched, eyes closed as Mum tweaked and rolled her nipples, tugging gently on them at the same time.

"You're a very horny young woman, aren't you?" Mum playfully assumed.

"Mmmmm," came her smiling reply.

"You loved watching me with my son, didn't you?"

Glancing at me and the now rock hard penis in my pants, her smile turned guilty, a little embarrassed as she nodded.

"Hmm?"

"Yes... It was so... ultimate."

"And you like women."

"Yesss. Oh, Kathleen, you're- you're turning me on."

"As much as you like men?"

"Uh huhhh."

"Well, I like women, too. And Steven and I are very horny as well," Mum explained in a soft, sweet voice, still caressing and kneading Roxanne's breasts. "We're both very perverted and, thanks to Joe, we now have each other to play with. I suppose I'll have to take that into consideration in the final accounting, along with the fact that he's handed me you."

"If you think so," Roxanne commented.

"You know what I think, Roxy baby?"

"Wh- what?"

"I think that the three of us should ummm... have a bit of fun. What do you think?

"Oh, yes," Roxanne needfully agreed while my eyes got even wider.

"I'm glad, because I'd really like for Steven to see us having fun with each other, and I'd like to see him fucking you."

"Mum..." I breathed incredulously.

She looked up at me with a dirty smile, enjoying my reaction as Roxanne's grew wider.

"C'mere, sweetie pie."

I slowly rose from the chair I was on and walked over to the bed, practically in a daze and not quite knowing what to do when I got there. I really wouldn't have expected this, not even from my other mother, but as though she could read my feelings, she made it easy for me. Kind of.

"Take all your clothes off and show us that scrumptious, young body. Slowly. Start with your shirt."

I couldn't help being the one with the nervous smile now as I did as my mother said, taking the bottom of my light blue T-shirt and slowly pulling it up over my head for my very appreciative audience.

"Mmmm, yeah... Niiice and slow," Mum leered.

Off came my shirt. I dropped it on the floor, knowing what came next but still nervous about this, glancing at the growing excitement in Roxanne's features before looking questioningly at Mum.

"Now your pants, hon. ... Oh, look... he's shy about taking his clothes off in front of you. Isn't it so sweet?"

"Yes," Roxanne giggled as I slowly unfastened the button at the top of my jeans, just as slowly pulling the zipper down afterward.

Mum eased Roxanne forward to a sitting position, she doing the same behind her, pulling her new friend's shirt right off as I spread my jeans open. The hardened lump inside my dark blue boxer briefs protruded between the spread halves of the zipper and, looking down, I saw the darker wet spot of precum at the tip of my manhood. Mum issued a low, dirty laugh as she pulled me closer by the back of my thigh.

"Come on," she encouraged with a reassuring, motherly tone. "Pull them down the rest of the way for us. Take them right off nice and slow. Women do love a good buildup."

Roxanne giggled her horny agreement to this as I again did what I was told. Before I knew it, I was stepping out of my jeans and shoving them aside with my foot as Roxanne licked her lips.

"That's very good, sweetie pie. Roxy and I can take it from here, though. You just let us do what we want like a good boy toy."

They each started feeling my body, Mum's hand roaming over my chest and belly while Roxanne rubbed my thighs, squeezing my posterior. They both worked their way to the waistband of my boxers, giggling naughtily as their fingers dipped just inside, gripping the elastic and playing at a sexy tug of war. I gasped breathlessly as the cotton dragged across the front of my super sensitive member, driving me wild until my cockhead was exposed. They slowly, playfully pulled my boxers down in front, uncovering the treasure they sought in its entirety.

"Ohhh..." Roxanne sighed.

"I know. Isn't it so perfect and beautiful?"

"Yesss."

"Let's lick it," Mum suggested with the horny grin of a woman half her age.

They repositioned themselves on the bed, getting to their knees in front of me and pulling me even closer as my boxers fell to my ankles. Their hungrily grinning faces neared my pelvis, eager tongues emerging from between their lips to tickle and taste my bobbing cock. It moved around under their contact and they both giggled like girls, making an erotic game of chasing it around with their tongues.

They kissed it, ran their lips over it, one holding it steady with her mouth while the other would lick my cockhead and their delighted expressions were just something else.

It didn't take long for me and they were both licking the head when I came torrents, groaning almost loud enough to drown out their excited little cries and squeals as I doused both their faces. The shots that escaped rained back down in their hair and down their foreheads as they continued to excitedly lick me until I was spent. Mum took me in her mouth and sucked me clean, taking anything left in my balls before passing me to her new friend, who gladly accepted, going down on me without hesitation while my mother smiled and held me for her.

Moments later they were kissing one another, then licking my jism from each other's faces, sharing lustful smiles as Mum stroked my still hard prick. She let it go when they were finished, breathing heavily as she started necking with Roxanne, her hands encircling her, one of them wandering down between her legs while the other released the red bra at her back.

Roxanne was humming in a low tone, trying to unbutton Mum's blouse as the blonde ground herself against her and filled her mouth with her tongue. Both of them were horny as hell and our houseguest eagerly opened Mum's blouse as her red bra fell away, pushing it down her shoulders to behold the shiny gold bra that held Mum's breasts.

Mum separated long enough to shoot a raunchy grin while reaching behind herself to release the catch on her own bra now, Roxanne eagerly helping to remove it. The skirt was next and, as soon as they'd removed that, Mum's hand went right down those gold panties as her other began helping Roxy out of her jeans.

The next thing I know, I'm stroking myself, watching two attractive women, one of them my own spectacular mother, rolling around on the bed with one another clothed in nothing but red and gold panties. Their legs intertwined, squirming and undulating against and about one another, slowly twisting and turning as their lips and tongues tried to be all over each other's faces and necks at once. I'd never seen two women making out before, save for on the internet, and I never would have imagined this or how it totally blew porn right out of the water.

Soon, the panties were shed as well, their hands finding those fun places they shared between their legs, crying out as they necked and stroked one another, Mum treating Roxanne like she was a meal. They dirtily fingered each other to wailing orgasm in no time, but Mum wasn't finished.

She managed to turn herself around, lying end for end on top of Roxanne for a sixty-nine, closing her eyes as her slit rested in the brunette's face, feeling her new lover's pressing lips, the tongue that gladly supported them. Mum looked at me, her eyelids fluttering, and then down at Roxanne's bare, spread legged sex before lowering her head to show me how she licked pussy.

She was definitely good, judging by Roxanne's reaction, and she looked great doing it, the fact that this was actually my mother still new and as unbelievable as ever.

Once they got each other wound up, I could no longer just watch, repositioning myself between Roxanne's legs and lining myself up. Mum paused to watch with the horniest expression in her gasping features while I shoved myself all the way inside, Roxanne wailing anew at my arrival. She went to town on the shiny wet clitoris at her lips, licking and sucking, sometimes licking my cock as I began slowly pumping Roxanne with it. Her open mouthed groans slowly became unheeded bawling while our new friend's whimpers had become overexcited squeaks, then panicked 'yips' as she came, hugging herself to Mum's pussy, hips jerking uncontrollably as I felt her vaginal muscles flutter around me. Mum was next and her bawling became louder, longer, open mouthed exclamations of sexual relief.

I was last. Of course, I drew out of Roxanne and shoved myself halfway into my mother's mouth, her wide eyes and dazed look casting itself on me as I pumped her mouth full with a yell.

"Mmmmm, (gulp!) Mmmmm, mmmmm- (gulp!) --mmm- (gulp!) --mmmmm..."

She hadn't recovered from her orgasm and a fair amount leaked from the imperfect seal she'd made of her lips, running out and drizzling over Roxanne's pubic hair and open gash. More leaked out of her stunned mouth as I pulled out, but she went to work diligently cleaning me and then Roxanne, licking up everything and wearing a tired, dirty smile by the time she was done.

Part 4

She was strangely silent the next morning, but with that same dirty smile until we were both cleaned up and dressed for the day, preparing to allow our borrowed microwave its time with our breakfast. Roxanne had gone back to her apartment to get ready for a day with Mum much earlier on.

"You should have seen the look on your face when we pulled your underwear down and your beautiful cock fell out."

"Aw, jeez, Mum."

She laughed a bit as she shoved her plate into the oven and said, "I'm sorry, there was no time to explain. I probably enjoyed it a little much, but you ended up enjoying yourself too, didn't you?"

" ... Okay, I give up. How is it that you wanted that to happen? I would've thought you'd be dead set against that kind of thing, especially with her."

"Well, first of all, Roxy isn't a whore. I went to see her yesterday morning and invited her out for the day while I took care of some little things. Of course she came, and we got to talking.

"Roxanne has been in the city for just over a month. She fled an abusive husband in Moncton and then ran out of money. She was around Joe because it was the only way she could pay her rent and because she's afraid her husband will find her. Any port in a storm, I guess. In short, she's down and out, in a desperate situation just like us."

" ... Okay... but still..."

"Second... Now, when our neighbours hear a woman screaming her passion in here, the explanation is you and your new girlfriend, Roxy. Not you and your other new girlfriend, Mummy. A good cover that Roxy will be only too happy to attest to, especially now that her very passionate desires are being met, not to mention her more pressing personal issues. I would normally take more time with her, but I'm working a lot quicker than I would prefer because I want us out of here sooner than later," she determined, removing her bowl of ravioli from the microwave and replacing it with mine.

"Mum, I gotta tell you, she seems like a nice person and all, but is she worth-?"

The slam of the microwave door interrupted me, she taking this opportunity to continue while her long nails selected the proper keys on the oven's keypad. "To answer your question, hon: Third, Roxy is a very nice person, a very loyal person, and loyal people who feel they're being treated properly remain loyal. Roxy may be a bit easily led, but she's not stupid, she knows what side her bread is buttered on and I guarantee her loyalty will pay off for us, that she'll be worth the temporary extra strain.

"Fourth, her name isn't ours. We've been off the grid since we left Vancouver and her name makes certain convenient things like car rentals possible while we continue to stay below the radar.

"Fifth... She can replace me in something."

"What's that?"

"Sex. Actual intercourse, I mean," she said, her tone becoming quiet, but serious as she paused in her meal to look at me. "We've spoken of this before and, um... Well, as much as we've done, as much as I want you and how easy it would be for the both of us to cross that line, I'm afraid of what could happen. I'm sure you can see why."

This reassured me to quite an extent. Apparently, my other mother did have some limitations, but I had to wonder at how hard she'd stick to that resolution. We could at least say that we hadn't fucked each other, but this did nothing to douse the regret I felt then. I wanted her as much as she obviously wanted me. However, my understanding smile was sincere when I nodded.

Now she smiled, saying, "I can see your relief and your regret. I can sympathize. Don't think it doesn't bother me on some level, what we're doing. It does, it's just that... We're both so horny and everything."

After a pause, she got back to her meal and continued with, "Finally, she's horny, attractive and fun to play with. Don't let her... passions fool you, she only married her abuser because she was desperate to get a full time cock so she wouldn't end up a whore. From the sounds of it, he was just as passionate and, unfortunately, some passionate people develop other ways of expressing themselves over time."

"So, you're saying that she was never really Joe's friend?"

"I'm saying that when some people are alone and afraid, they'll become friends with the first person who throws a lifeline. Some people are a bit weak like that, but it doesn't mean they're necessarily bad, just desperate to get in with somebody. Remember, we may be lone predators, but most Humans are herd animals. Pack animals when they're at their best."

The oven signaled that it's time with my bowl was complete and I watched silently, thoughtfully for a moment while she removed my breakfast before I spoke again.

"And us?"

"We're the two coyotes who watch the herd, waiting for our next meal to stray a little too close."

"Roxanne?"

" ... She's our adopted deer." Mum said with a smile."

"So... She'll be around for a while?"

"As long as we're here."

"And... you're really willing to help her," I assumed.

"Well, yeah. Like I said, we need her loyalty because of all the ways she can help us and that's the best way to get it. Plus, it's so easy and fun to help nice people."

" ... And if her buck comes looking?"

"Then we deal with the putrid son of a whore and make sure he doesn't come back. Ever. That hot enough, Sweetie pie?"

"Um, yeah."

"You do like her, right?"

"Well, yeah, it's just a bit sudden. I mean after Joe and all. I know," I said when she took a breath to speak, "you explained that, but at the time all I could do was trust you, and it still seems like such a sudden... thing."

"Well, what I was going to say is that I do apologize for that, but there really wasn't a chance to let you in the loop. I couldn't very well take you outside so I could whisper about her to you, could I?"

"Well no, but-"

"If I could have explained all this beforehand, I would have, but the time was right to notch her up, you happened to be there... And I admit that I enjoyed your reaction. But I really would've given you a heads up first if I could've. I'm sorry, honey."

" ... It's alright."

"I love you. She won't ever take your place in any way, baby. I might like her, but no matter how much I come to think of her, I'd sacrifice her for you in a second and that's the way it'll stay, no matter what, okay?"

"Okay, I know. I love you, too"

"Good," she smiled, then went on in the happy instructional manner that my real mother would often use. "Now, today is Monday, the start of a new week and it's time we got serious. Forget talking to and meeting people from here on in. You've been wildly successful at that, but now it's time to concentrate on gainful employment, preferably below the table."

"Okay."

"Hon, I hate to pressure you, but this is becoming imperative. I need operating capital."

"I'll find something, Mum."

"That's my boy."

About a minute of silence went by before I ventured an inquiry.

"Mum?"

"Hmm?"

" ... You're not messing with that RCMP agent, are you?"

She stopped up with her loaded fork halfway to her mouth and looked at me with something like surprise and humour in her features.

"'Messing'... with him?"

"Yeah."

"Whatever do you mean by that?"

"You know."

"No, you tell me."

I laughed, embarrassed all of a sudden about questioning her, but I was worried and said, "You know, working him."

" ... That could mean a lot of things."

"Oh, Mum, you're teasing me again."




My Other Mother Ch. 06



She started laughing, reaching over to pinch my forearm to accent her little frivolities, but assured, "Honey, I'm not messing with anyone. I'm just observing the particular ebb and specific flow of certain people and their random surroundings."

"That almost sounds poetic, if not a little dangerous."

"In a sense, it is. Poetic, I mean. Dangerous, no. It's like I mentioned before about cause and effect. Things have a certain and particular way of going, mostly because almost everything we do is governed, regulated, or based in some procedure for various different reasons, a lot of them good ones. All these little events that nobody thinks twice about, the results of our very ingrained procedures and how they affect people and situations has been a great interest of mine since that day with the raccoon. Heh. Crazy raccoons, what are you gonna do, uh?"

She said no more about it and I decided not to press it any further.

"By the way, it goes without saying that Joe doesn't know what he's just handed me, so play along like nothing's changed if you see him. You'll know when you can stop, trust me on that, sweetie pie."

"Okay, Mum."

" ... Um, you were thinking of what it would be like to fuck me last night, weren't you?"

" ... Yes. How did you know?"

"Because your mum knows you love her as much as she loves you. I think about it a lot, you fucking me. I think about how... Okay, I better get my mind off that."

I looked her over, checking her out in her gray slacks and the lightweight, black sweater that made it obvious how big her tits were, but not distastefully so.

"She'll never be you."

A slow smile crossed her lips to match her raised brow and she replied, "I wish I could show you how right you are about that."

"It's okay, I can think of other ways to abuse Mummy."

" ... Oh..." she said, suddenly looking and shifting in her seat.

"If we didn't have to go out..."

" ... What?" she asked quietly, very interested in knowing while the remnants of her breakfast lay still ignored in her bowl.

"Well, I think I'd tie you to the bed and..."

"And... what?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

" ... You... Teasing me!" she laughed. Horrid boy!"

"You had it coming."

"But your own mother!"

"That's what makes all this stuff so..."

"So much fun," she finished in a low, sleazy voice.

"Yeah. You're such a dirty little slut, Mum."

" ... Ooh, sweetie pie. You have to stop turning Mummy on, okay? I have things to do today and I can't have the distraction."

"You've created a monster."

With a horny giggle, subtly grinding her thighs, "Yes, I see that. Nothing could make me happier, but your mum is a very horny gal at the best of times. I can easily see how Roxy could make the mistake she made with her husband and well understand her motivations. Sheila never even tried. You know in a sense, even while I was repelled by my big sister's... voracious appetite, I was also jealous. I mean to go out and just be used like she'd allow... Uhh! Okay, see this is what happens when you turn Mummy on!"

"I'll have to keep that in mind."

"Please do, but timing is... You know."

"Filthy woman, I should stick my cock in your mouth right now."

"Steven!"

I laughed my head off, enjoying the effect this stuff had on her and my opportunity to get her back for the night before, which she well knew, but I was still surprised at the line she'd drawn between us where actual penetration was concerned. It seemed somehow out of character for my other mother.

"Okay, I'll stop, but keep in mind that now I have a way to punish you."

" ... Horrid boy," she quietly repeated with a grudging, horny smile.

Part 5

There was nobody home to hear my great news at ten to five. I looked at the TV, but I was too excited for video games. I grabbed a peanut butter sandwich and threw myself on the bed to eat it. Once I was done that, I looked around the room for a few minutes before having to reset myself after sliding into the hole that the concentrated weight of my butt made in the mattress.

"Fucking piece of shit," I sighed, lying down instead.

It wasn't that bad with only one person and I imagined I'd get a pretty good sleep there by myself. After about five minutes, I was on the floor, on my hands and knees while looking at the underside of the bed and thinking.

Already flushed with success, I left again, on my way to the recycling bins. I thought I'd maybe find some good cardboard, but imagine my further sense of accomplishment when I got back almost an hour later with two big pieces of light weight, corrugated plastic, the stuff they make election signs out of. I wrestled the mattress to the floor and first laid out the large piece of cardboard I also scored over the bare springs for good measure, then laid out the two pieces of plastic, one over the other with a few inches uncovered to the sides. The hard part was keeping everything straight while getting the mattress back on.

I dragged the mattress off again and used the left over two way tape to stick all the cardboard and plastic together, coat hanger wire to secure that to the springs and tried it again.

More success! I figured the true test would be with both me and Mum on it at the same time, or Mum and Roxanne, or Roxanne and me...

I thought about Roxanne's inclusion again, more accustomed to the fact but not yet totally comfortable about it. I began to wonder where Mum was, looking at my watch and being surprised to see that it read twenty minutes to seven.

I looked at the TV again, but it held no more interest than it did when I first got home.

"Hmmm."

I decided to clean up, but with only one room to do, I was done before seven.

Finally, I just went out. I didn't go anywhere in particular, other than the uptown shopping section of the city, strolling casually and looking into shop windows as I passed, the displays like random commercials aimed at opening the mind to the interest of whatever presented itself until I passed by the next shop window.

There was one in particular that did stop me up, however. It was a small art gallery and the display showcased talent of a local flavour, three paintings with first, second and third place standings.

The third place winner was nice. It was an area that looked a lot like Mispec, the beach Mum took me to, but there was a lighthouse. It was a sunny day with a few of those high, white clouds that somehow personified the North Atlantic region. Five people sat on the beach, a family it looked like, sitting just within reach of a wave lapping at their feet on the sandy shoreline. It was done in such a way as I could practically feel and smell an almost uncomfortably cool, salty air blowing off the water.

I thought of Mum and her family at the beach and it suddenly popped into my mind, one of those funny little thoughts that burst upon your consciousness from nowhere, that those people in the painting had probably been brought back by the tide.

(The tide brings us back)

I lingered, looking over the perfect scenery a moment longer before moving on, looking down at the sidewalk and thinking about Mum's mother all of a sudden.

She'd described her as a raving lunatic. Not so much at first and probably not at all when Mum's dad met her. Any quirks of personality would've been just that, quirks. That is till her sanity started to slowly deteriorate until, by the time she was Mum's age, her daughters were planning to kill her.

I wondered if Marie drank.

(Always and always and always. The tide brings us back)

I came to a slow stop.

Marie was committed in Ontario, but she was a Maritimer. Could the tide have brought her back?

I took a step and froze again, caught in a sudden, unexplainable surety, a cosmic hunch if you will but, as unlikely as it seemed, I somehow believed it.

Marie, who loved the beach most of all.

(You just have to look along the shoreline and you'll find us all over, rotting in the sun)

I don't know how long I stood stock still like I was, lost in this thought, my absolute surety that Marie was there in the city to the helpless exclusion of all else. The first thing I remembered was an old man in a ball cap and cane, looking at me strangely, probably thinking I was a crack-head and who could blame him? At least I wasn't talking to myself.

"You're Walton Burchell's grandson," he said in a tone that accused more than assumed.

Barely recovered from what seemed like a mini blackout, I was understandably taken aback. The old guy peered at me with the strangest expression, but never made eye contact as I struggled to think of something to say, something to think.

"I- I'm told I look like him."

He nodded slowly, his expression still accusing when he said, "You look exactly like him. Except you got your grandmother's eyes."

Part of me wanted to say more, wanted to question him on his knowledge of my grandparents, but the way he was acting was freaking me out and, after my little blackout, I mostly wanted out of there.

"You act like her, too."

I got moving again, quickly until I was comfortably away from the damned old man and able to stress a little about my blackout, that time I spent allowing the idea that Marie was in town to become a belief. However, the old man and the things he'd said somehow proved to be even more haunting.

As for Marie, it was possible she'd been moved back, but more likely that she was already laid to rest somewhere in Toronto.

Agitation was my companion for a little while after that as I walked, questioning my sanity, my reason. I wasn't the kind of person to go 'believe' things just because of a stupid dream, a painting and some hunch or... whatever. That type of thinking is delusional.

I heaved a sigh and started heading for home, my bright mood somewhat tarnished.

"Fuck it, it's nothing." I told myself. "And that old man can go to hell. We're all good here. All good."

The room was still uninhabited when I walked in at just past eight-thirty, but this time there was a note on the table stating simply, '206'.

The lighting in the second floor hallway was better than the third and I was able to read the door number easily, even if I didn't hear my mother's voice from within.

"- he uses a private detective, which is expensive and something a lot of people tend to shy away from for diff-"

My three quiet knocks interrupted her sentence and Roxanne called, "Who's there?"

"It's Steven."

She let me in moments later with a smile, then gave me a brief hug after she closed the door behind me.

"Hi, she greeted, clothed in a tight denim skirt that stopped not quite halfway down her thighs and a white, loose fitting shirt that was a little too short to tuck.

"Hi, Roxanne, Hi Mum."

"Where have you been?" Mum asked with a smile.

She was sitting at Roxanne's small kitchen table, her cigarettes out and keeping company with a mess of makeup and clutter that Roxanne had somehow managed in the brief time she'd been there. The room was darker than ours, the walls a sort of ancient, dirty, burnt brown with heavy, shiny black trim. It was also about the same size as ours, but Roxanne's double bed took up more room, hiding more of a floor that looked gouged up worse than ours was. Yet, there was a certain personality there.

"I was waiting for you to get back. I went out twice to kill some time."

"Oh. Well, c'mere and gimmie me a kiss."

I did, giving her one on the lips which she returned, placing her hand on my side and holding me there a few seconds before letting me go.

"How was your day?" I asked.

"Productive, I think. Yours?"

"I got a job," I informed her with a smile, my mood lightening in anticipation of her reaction.

Her face lit up and she enthused, "You did!? That's great, sweetie pie!"

She got right out of her chair and threw her arms around me and I put mine around her, knowing that this was her motherly way of rewarding a good performance, much like when I'd ace a test at school. It was actually a little embarrassing, but having her in my arms after all day being gone made up for it.

"Well, tell me about it, what'll you be doing?"

"You know all these old buildings around town?"

"Yes."

"Some of them have their original foundations, some of them not much more than a crawlspace with a dirt floor. The guy who hired me digs them down to a proper basement and gets them all set for concrete and stuff."

"Oh. And... how do they do that? Dig them down, I mean?"

"Guys dig them down with shovels. It's the only way."

"Guys like you," she assumed.

"Yup. What? I've seen some of those guys, I'm in better shape."

Her smile had changed to one of almost sadness.

"It's twelve bucks an hour, under the table, cash at the end of the day."

"(sigh) Yes, you've done very well, but... sweetie pie, the reason they get paid cash at the end of the day is because half of them probably aren't coming back the next day. I know what I told you, but is this all you could get?"

"Yes, as of now. I start tomorrow at eight AM and get off at five."

" ... You were supposed to be preparing for university, not breaking your back like this."

"Mum, it's okay. In fact, it's more than okay, it's great. It's ninety-six Dollars every day to charge our economic battery with, starting tomorrow."

"I'll be sending you off to ruin yourself."

"Mum, I am not going to ruin myself. I'll take it easy, don't worry."

" ... What about rats?" she asked, still worrying.

"I'll have a shovel. Mum, I'm doing it, it's what I have to kick in with and I'm kicking. Can't let you do all the work, now can I?"

I rubbed her back comfortingly and gave her a smile, getting one from her in return, however resigned.

"I hate to say this on top of everything else, but... You know you have to bring all of that money home to me, right?"

"Yeah, I know. You can make it work for us."

"Right. ... See that, Roxy? Didn't I raise a good boy?"

"Yup."

"Aw c'mon, Mum."

"And so handsome. So, you'll be getting up at seven?"

"Six thirty. You know how I wake up."

"Very well do I know. You need to be in bed by ten tonight."

"Ten?"

"Yes, you'll need your rest. I'll get you up and fed and have a lunch for you to take, but if it's too hard, if... you know... Just quit, sweetie pie. Alright?"

"Alright."

"Um, Kat, would you like to sleep here tonight? With me? So Steven can get a good night's sleep in that little bed?"

Mum looked at her, then me with her brow raised, then said, "Yes, thank you. I think that's a great idea. Honey?"

"Yeah, but I'll miss you."

Roxanne looked quite happy about this as Mum said, "I'll miss you, too. I'm very proud of you, you know."

Once again, like that day in the schoolyard when my eye picked out the open window of my principal's office, an idea occurred to me, except this time it was one of those ideas that I enact within a second of having it, or not at all. Besides, I was curious about something.

"It's nothing, Mum, just digging through the dirt," I assured her while casually sticking one hand down the front of her pants, the other up under her sweater.

"Ste- ohh! Oh, my clit!" she moaned, instinctually sticking her arse out and taking a step backwards.

Her expression certainly held surprise and some embarrassment that I would be so bold right in front of someone, inside that persons residence at that. I liked it and moved along with her, my hand inside her panties so I could begin working a finger inside her while I pulled one cup of her bra down behind her sweater.

"Oh my god, Steven!" Roxanne breathed.

"C'mon, Roxy, let's fuck with Mum before I go to bed."

That surprised her all the more and I shot her a grin as I pushed her down on Roxanne's bed beneath me, giving her gasping, slack jaw my mouth and tongue along with the middle finger that penetrated her sex right to the knuckle. She was holding my forearm, the one that was sticking out of her pants, and squealing into my mouth, pelvis squirming, knees bent with her thighs together.

"Ohhh, my god, that is so hot," Roxanne judged from behind me.

"She's such a turn on," I said after letting her mouth go and pulling the front of her shirt up to her neck, exposing the breast I'd pulled out with its beautifully erect nipple. "She makes me so fuckin' hard all the time. Take the little slut's pants off, we'll make her cum for us."

"Mmmm! Ooooh, yeeeeah!" Mum whined.

"Yeah, let's make her cum," Roxanne agreed, not even looking to Mum for permission before unfastening her slacks.

I jerked her other bra cup down and started playing with her nipples, sucking one while touching that interesting spot inside her, making her jerk and yelp. I watched Roxanne remove her pants, then smilingly part Mum's legs without any real resistance. (Mum does like to pretend)

We each just kind of took in the sight of my Mum's panties bulging obscenely with her own son's hand before she reached forward and removed those as well.

"Let's lick her cunt," I said, this eliciting a desperate moan from underneath me.

"Take your pants off and have her suck your cock while you lick her."

"Yeah, good idea."

Roxanne held Mum's legs apart and happily replaced my finger with hers, in partnership with her tongue.

"Ohhh, god!" Mum groaned as I got rid of my pants and underwear.

Of course, by this time I was pretty hard and Mum watched with crying anticipation as my boxers came down. I got up on the bed and straddled her face, leaning forward to lick her pussy along with Roxanne from a sixty-nine position.

"Suck my cock, Mum."

With that, I got busy with her, she on me.

I can't stress enough how good my mother is at sucking cock. She obviously really enjoys it and really responds to dirty talk. Meanwhile, Roxanne and I removed each other's shirts, leaving her in a rather skimpy, black bra before we feasted on Mum's wet sex. I think we enjoyed the experience as much as Mum did and when she came, it was atomic. Roxanne seemed to experience it vicariously as our tongues danced with each other, lapping up her cum and sucking her dry.

She was still crooning in afterglow, my cock down her throat as she lay there limp, when I decided, "Let's get her naked."

We soon accomplished that task and then we just sort of felt her up. Everywhere. She loved it.

"Sit on her face, Roxy. Let's see this little cockslut eat some pussy."

Now Mum was stroking her own, legs spread and tweaking a nipple with her other hand. Somehow, I don't think she would have expected that instruction from me, judging by the look of fresh, albeit moderate surprise.

"I know you like pussy, don't you Mum?" I asked as my hand joined hers between her legs."

"Uh hu-uh!"

"Tell me."

"Oooh, sweetie pie, Mummy just loves pussy," she hissed.

Make her cum right on your face."

"Oh, yeah... I'll make her cum sooo good. Oh!"

Roxanne practically drooled as she shed her skirt and panties, now only clothed in her garterless stockings. She worked her way closer, Mum watching as her face was straddled again.

"This is fun," I said with a grin, both me and Mum taking turns fingering her pussy while I rubbed her anus during her turn.

"Mmmmm, I- Ohhh! Oh, fu-! Ohhh, Kathleen! Mmmmmm!?"

On impulse, I pushed my finger at her flower a little harder, holding her leg open when it went to close against this impulsive investigation.

"Uhhhh-mmmm!" she ground into Roxanne's pussy.

I pushed the leg I'd arrested back so it was sticking up at a forty-five degree angle, helping to rotate her pelvis up as I backed off her anus. She relaxed a bit, tensing up even more as I shoved my pinky finger in to the first knuckle.

She twitched around, her moans turning to squeals again as I gently fucked her, slowly pushing my finger further and further as she squirmed and gasped, licking and sucking Roxanne's pussy expertly to the excited brunette's delight.




My Other Mother Ch. 07



Mum was right, but it could have been a lot worse. The gang of eight men was already about a third of the way through the large cellar, two opposing lines of diggers already having dug the original four foot ceiling height under the old building down to eight feet at each end and steadily working towards one another. It wasn't hard to see what it must have been like until they dug far enough to allow them to at least stand straight.

The one man bucket brigade outside the large window we crawled through to enter the cellar didn't have it much better. We all took a turn out there, taking a bucket from a digger at the window, carrying it to the dumpster and bringing it back again to take another across the hot, sun baked pavement for an hour.

Wilfe, the guy who hired me, and his son Jimmy were responsible for maintaining our edge banks under the house with old plywood propped up against them until the concrete guys got there, but were also constantly maintaining the sump pump that tried to remove a steady supply of water coming from somewhere, making the temporary dirt floor of the cellar a slippery, muddy mess that the sump wasn't designed to deal with. I fell inside the first hour and the rest of the gang all laughed, telling me I'd just initiated myself.

I didn't quit, I worked hard. This wasn't just because my pay was crucial, but I found certain camaraderie in that filthy cellar of human misery that I wouldn't have expected. Because I worked hard, all those men, all of them older than me but for one, completely accepted and treated me no different than each other.

A certain sense of accomplishment probably made me feel a lot better than I really was while I leafed through a phone book on my way home from work. Leaning against the inside of the plexiglass booth, I found the listings for care homes and scanned, wondering if I had enough quarters for this, not to mention time. Mum would be expecting me.

It jumped right off the page at me and I felt my heart rate climb, an odd, cool flush covering my body at the same time.

'Shoreline Adult Residential Facility'.

There was an uptown adress and phone number attached.

(You just have to look along the shoreline and you'll find us all over, rotting in the sun)

"Wh-?" I wheezed in astonishment. "No. No fuckin' way."

I slowly stood straight, removing my weight from the plexiglass and catching a mud splashed, aghast reflection of my face on a shiny surface of the phone. I was staring at it and wondering if Shoreline Adult Residential Facility would still be there when I looked again.

It was.

"What the... ffffffffuck?" I hissed, even as my trembling fingers emerged from the front pocket of my mud soaked jeans with a quarter.

"Shoreline Residential," a female voice confirmed on the other end.

"Uh, hi, how are you today?"

"Doing fine, yourself?"

"Good, thanks. Um, the reason I'm calling is that I'm looking for someone, her name is Marie Burchell."

There was silence on the other end of the line.

"She might be using her Maiden name now. 'Long'?" I prodded further.

"Marie Burchell. Yes, she lives here. May I ask who's calling, please?" she inquired, surprise and curiosity under her professional tone, yet something else as well.

"My name is Steven Burchell, I'm her grandson."

"Oh."

"I've actually never met her, or anyone from that side of my family and I've been tracing back, you know. I never imagined I'd have a grandmother so close."

"She's been here for twelve years."

"How old is she?"

"Seventy-four."

"Good health?"

" ... Physically, yes. She's in a wheelchair, but that's due to an accident at a former facility years back in Ontario. She has no serious health problems at all."

"That's good to hear. Uh... is it possible that I can come see her?"

" ... Yes. Family members of our residents are completely free to visit," she informed as though she were under oath.

"Okay, then... Let's see, would some evening this week be good? Like about six tomorrow?"

"Um, yes. Actually, that would be good because it's after supper. My name is Maureen Kennedy by the way and that's my shift, so I'll be here when you arrive."

"Great," I approved, still trembling from the freakish coincidence and the fact that she was really there. "I've gotta run, but if anything changes and I can't make it for whatever reason, I'll call ahead, alright?"

She thanked me and I hung up, stumbling out of the phone booth, my stomach cramping, hands still trembling, mind spinning. I began hauling my suddenly battered feeling body up the sidewalk for home.

Part 2

"Wow," I blurted when I walked through the door.

I stood there with the knob still in my hand, worries about where I was going the next day quickly fading as I stared at Mum in a stretchy tight, black miniskirt and a snug fitting, olive green tank top. Her hair was straighter than it usually was, but seemed lively just the same, now with black streaks and what this did for her, added to the tan she got at the beach on Saturday, was enough to get things in my pants happening before I could tear my eyes away to close the door.

For her part, Mum's cheery smile faded once she got a look at me and, after a lot of fuss, I found myself showered and all cleaned up, sitting at the table with a good meal, fresh from the microwave.

"Hon, stop telling me it was nothing, you looked like you'd been dragged through the mud. And I see the way you're moving around, I know you're sore despite what you say."

"It's not that bad, Mum."

"I'm going to give you a full body massage later, and I'll see about sleeping with Roxy again tonight so you can get proper rest."

"Okay, please don't fawn over me because-"

"Sweetie pie, you're working like a dog for us. My place is to fawn over you. I might like to be treated like a whore, but I'm not one."

"Your 'place'?" I asked.

"I told you, it's like they say. Behind every successful man is a good woman. He has his job and she has hers."

"That's pretty old fashioned."

"That's why there's so many whores around these days."

"The women's rights groups would pull you limb from limb if they heard you say that. You of all women, from what I always heard about you at PTA meetings."

She was barely able to swallow a mouthful of food before laughing aloud at this. It was sincere and nice to see, but what she went on to say was of greater interest.

"I look at the so called 'women's rights movement' and see that the only way it's moved is in that women now have the right to choose when and how to be used for gain. In a sense, all they've accomplished is to make prostitutes out of themselves without the bother of a pimp.

"Now, I understand that we're in a world where women work and that not very many families can afford to have that not be the case, but what do you figure a man and woman start to think once they've worked together for several years, maybe only one or two? They work well together, they've had shared successes, they respect one another, they spend all that time together, day in and day out while their spouses, chances are, are experiencing the same conditions where they work. Social ills aren't hard to trace."

"Well, people do have the choice of not cheating," I reminded her.

"And how many people, after seeing it happen with all our favourite characters on all our favourite shows for years, make that choice as compared to fifty or sixty years ago? Divorce rates are up for a reason, hon. It's because divorce isn't the big deal it was. A do-over that nullifies all those promises you made like they were nothing, no matter what the cost to the children, just so people can follow whatever dreams of self gratification they think they can get realized out there. It's just no big deal anymore, not when people think they can have a life like Sex in the City. What kind of moron would want a life like that, anyway?"

"I still have a hard time seeing you as the traditional type."

"A woman doesn't have to be a brainless, obedient little ninny to keep her place in the home. There's room for a certain equality that provides for... exceptions from time to time. For example, our overall plan to get back on top is mine. You know that and you're letting me handle it the way you trust I can. However, the man just walked in the door covered with grime from making sure I have the resources to do what it is that I do for us, so he has to be... maintained. So, once we're done our supper, I'm going out to get you a pair of boots and your sneakers will be all clean and maybe dry by the time you get back from work tomorrow. See how that works? You have your place, I have mine. Even Mum knew that."

" ... You've convinced me."

"Oh, I'm good, hon," she grinned with a wink.

We ate in silence for a few minutes before she paused, looking at me with a slightly more serious tone before asking, "You remember how it was after the news got out about your father? Of course you do, who could forget? Coming through something like that with a person, the only person you can turn to and trust, the only person who'll hug you and help you... That creates a strong connection between those two."

"I know. Before all that, you were my mother, but after that, like when we were coming across the country on the train, I could feel that we were..."

"Bonded."

"Yeah. Yeah, that's the word I'd use."

"I'll always remember the way you stayed between the cameras and your mother. How you bravely shoved people aside when they crowded and tried to stop us up. While she cowered."

"No, she didn't."

"Oh, yes she did. She thanked whatever gods that exist for you and so do I.

" ... I love her, you know."

"I know. Of course you do, but you're in love with me."

"But... who are you?"

"I'm your mother. Every bit as much as she is."

" ... Where did you come from?" I asked, appearing at least somewhat casual, although my bowl sat ignored like hers.

She chuckled at this and went back to hers, pausing after a mouthful and saying, "I honestly don't know."

"I would think the bottle?" I ventured further. "You... showed up when she began drinking, when we got here."

"Nope. I've always been around, I just really like the stuff. Hey, you like my outfit?"

" ... I love it. Love your hair, too. Looks super with those beautiful eyes."

"Thanks, sweetie pie," she responded with a bright smile as sincere as her earlier laugh was and with said beautiful eyes participating this time. "I love how you're so complimentive. So, you don't think the skirt makes my ass look too big?"

"No, not at all. Makes it look like a tasty meal."

"(giggle) I'm glad you feel that way. Roxanne gave me these clothes and I wore them just for you. Because of what you did today, but because of what you did last night, too. Ooooh, sweetie pie, Mummy really liked that."

"So did I. You enjoy your sleepover?"

"Yes, but it would have been a lot better if you could've been there the whole night."

"Maybe this weekend."

"Yeah, I was hoping. Hey, did you like your lunch?"

"Loved it. By the way, the money's in my pants pocket."

"Okay, thanks."

"How'd it go with her last night, anyway?"

"Very well. She's definitely onboard with us. In fact, she's on a little errand for me right now," she imparted, finishing her supper and pushing her bowl aside. "She won't be having sex with Joe anymore, either."

"How'd you manage that?"

"We'll be paying her rent if it comes to that."

"Umm..."

"Don't worry, it'll probably only be for one week and we'll get that money back anyway. That and more."

I finished up and sat back, stifling the groan this action threatened on account of my stiff, sore back and said with a smile, "Whatever you think, you're the good woman."

"See, now you're getting it. Take your clothes off and hop up on the bed."

"My clothes? I just changed into them."

"To walk from the bathroom and eat with, but you're not going anywhere tonight, you're hurting too bad. Don't tell me you're not, I can see it. Come on, relax and watch TV in your boxers like men are supposed to."

"Oh my god, what are you trying to do to me?" I laughed, really enjoying her company despite my unease over our prior words concerning my real mother.

"Come on, I'll help you take them off."

Before I knew it, I was propped up on the bed in my boxer briefs and with the remote control in my hand, Mum staring at my hardened condition with a sleazy smile.

"Cockslut."

"Oh, you smooth talker! Okay, I'm getting changed before I jump you right now."

"Changed? Why?"

"Because I have to go out and find you a good pair of boots and this outfit was just for you, like I said."

" ... Go like that."

She looked at me with a nervous, excited smile, waiting for me to say I was kidding or to change my mind, I suppose.

"Seriously, Mum."

" ... Alright, I'll go like this. If you want."

She turned to go, but I said, "Wait... are you wearing panties?"

"Well, yes. With a skirt this short, I need them."

"I don't think you'll need them. Take them off."

"Oh, sweetie pie... If mummy has to bend over..."

"I know. Take them off anyway."

" ... Okay, Son."

She slowly hiked her skirt, showing me she was indeed wearing panties, a nice blue pair which she just as slowly pushed down her hips and legs. Stepping out of them, she laid them on the bed with me before pushing her skirt back down with a slow wiggle.

"I don't think you'll need your bra, either."

"(gasp)"

"Go on."

She looked at me incredulously as she slowly performed that little trick women have of removing their bra without first removing their shirt. Her tits sagged a little and her nipples instantly became visible once she'd pulled their black retainer out of her shirt and dropped it on the bed as well.

"Pinch your nipples up. Make sure they're nice and hard before you go so everyone can see what a horny little slut you are."

"Ohh, honey... Do you really want to send mummy out looking like a prostitute?"

"Yeah."

"Will that ma- make you happy?" she asked, sticking her hands in the armholes of her tank top and grabbing her nipples.

"Uh huh," I assured with a smile.

"Mmm. Okay, baby."

When she let go and removed her hands, her nipples stood out in stark relief, straining against the green cotton beautifully and making me even harder.

"I think you're all set now. Hurry back, though."

"Obviously. (giggle!)"

I heard another muted giggle from the hallway a second after she left. Getting painfully up and going to the window, I watched as she walked with a spring in her step, a seductive bounce to her breasts while she self consciously tugged down on her skirt, looking about herself with a sincerely happy smile. It was nothing she ever would have done herself, but was very happy to do for me.

I got back on the bed with a groan, my hardon still raging with the thought of her out like that but, as much as I wanted to satisfy myself right then, it was definitely better to wait for her return.

After a long pause, during which time my smile faded as my thoughts drifted, I noted, "So, she'll go pretty far on my direction."

"I wonder how much further?"

"She likes it, responds to it. ... Her place... She's pretty serious about that. The question is how far that goes. We need to see how much hand we have with her. Remember, she still sees us as her boy, probably as much as she sees us as her man."

"Get her used to your control of her body as a man and her mind may soon follow. Then she'll just see us as her man."

"Yeah... Maybe that's what she meant when she told us we could save her from herself."

"Could be."

" ... I feel bad about what we're doing tomorrow. It's almost worse than when we had to snoop through her purse."

"I'm feeling... scared about tomorrow. I'm not sure why. One thing I do know is that it was worth snooping in her purse."

"Well, we're only doing it because we can't not do it. Not while we have the chance."

"Yeah, who knows what we'll learn. It's foolish not to."

"Right. And I get the feeling we may not be here much longer."

"Did I mention how I'm scared about this? What in the fuck was that today? That... can't have been coincidence."

" ... People have been known to dream the future, or some recognizable version of it. It's nothing."

"Bullshit, you don't believe that. That's just utter fuckin' bullshit considering that Mum is involved, not to mention our grandmother and us. Mum said it was hereditary. And that god damned old man..."

"It doesn't matter. Dreams are dreams and they can't hurt people or have any impact on reality, no matter how weird they are or what kind of coincidences pop up in them. Besides that, we Burchells are crazy; what you're implying is... whatever. And the old man can go fuck himself. He knew our grandparents, we look like Walton, so what?"

"Uh huh. Like I said, utter bullshit."

"Yeah, well... Then there's Roxanne."

"Roxy's alright. Mum made a good case and if she likes women... why shouldn't she have one. Besides..."

"We get to fuck her. Still, it's all so... different. I'm disturbed about this split personality that isn't. Shit, did you hear her?"

"That's... Yeah, that's fucked."

"Meanwhile, all we see whenever we're around her is Goddess Mum. I mean, as disturbing as this whole situation is, we can't help getting a hardon most of the time we're around her and it's like all we can see is..."

"What we want to see."

Conversation with myself died after this last assertion. My mind drifted back to Mum's body as I channel surfed, thoughtfully pondering the effect she had on me, the way I could so easily lose all these troubles in her presence as if becoming mesmerized. It was somewhat the same way with Roxanne and the way she reacted to my mother. It was hard to complain about, that was for sure, probably the only thing keeping whatever sanity I had in place. But at what ultimate price?

The next thing I knew, I was being gently shaken awake.

"Sweetie pie, I'm back!" Mum whispered excitedly once I opened my eyes.

She was sitting on the edge of the bed and leaning over me with a wide smile, those great tits hanging in her snug tank top with their nipples still lewdly protruding. It suddenly dawned upon my still waking mind that I was the one who sent her out that way.

"I'd have let you sleep, but I didn't want you up all night before work. Plus, I'm so excited, I have to tell you!"

"What, uh... what happened?" I asked, getting hard again, even while I was afraid to know.

"Well," she began with a bit of a happy bounce on the bed, "I went to a little place I've noticed before that sells used clothing, cause it's cheap and I thought it might be better if you had something that was already slightly broken in 'cause new boots can be so... you know. Anyway, I kept pulling my skirt down the whole way there and trying not to walk so my tits would bounce around like crazy, but everybody was looking, especially the men and it was so... exciting. I was so embarrassed, but so loving it.

"Well, once I get to the shop, I see there's five, kind of older guys in there, including the shopkeeper. They all looked at me as soon as I came in, and they're looking at all of me, if you catch my drift."

"Yup."

"So, I smile politely at them and make my way to the footwear shelf. Now, sneakers are at the top, shoes in the middle and boots, wouldn't ya know it, are at the bottom."

"You had to bend over," I said with a smile, getting harder.

"Yes! There was no way around it and no matter which way I stood, at least one of those men would see..."

"Okay..."

"So I just did it. Yeah, I bent right over and grabbed a pair that looked like your size off the first shelf and straightened up again. I knew a couple of the men behind me must have seen my pussy because the store got kinda quiet then, like the other three knew what they just saw or something."




My Other Mother Ch. 07



"How far did you have to bend?"

She stood and imitated her stance at the shop with her back to me, bending at the waist to a ninety degree angle with one hand slipped between her knees and looking back with a giggle. Her full, excruciatingly beautiful lips were plainly visible under the apex of the hiked hemline of her skirt. Her puckered flower just above it was no less visible.

"Oh my god, I can see... everything."

"I know," she said almost giddily as she straightened, sitting on the edge of the bed again.

"Did you pull your skirt back down?"

"Yes, but the boots weren't your size, so... Well, I had to put them back, right? So I did, bending over again, but that time I stayed like that while I checked through the sizes."

"You little slut," I playfully accused, working the front of her tank top down until her tits fell out.

"I know! So, I finally find a pair that's your size, waterproof and in good shape. I stand straight and take a little look around the shop with the back of my skirt hiked up so they can all see and, when I'm ready to pay for the boots, I turn around and they're all looking at me with their hands in their pockets!"

"They... what playing with themselves?"

"Yes! So, I go to the counter, smiling and polite as if nothing is amiss."

"Did they say anything?"

"Not really, just the shopkeeper. They all just stared at me with these big grins. So I haggled the guy down to half price. Ha! Anyway, then I just left! I pulled my skirt down just outside the door and came back here!"

"Sounds like you had a great time."

"Oh, I did! I loved it, thank you so much!" she enthused, pulling the sheet down and rubbing my bare chest while coming in for a kiss. That kiss led to some pretty heavy breathing while we frenched each other needfully.

"Mmmmm! Oooh, sweetie pie," she gasped, "Mummy loves it when you tell her what to do! Mmmmm!"

She came in for another prolonged, aggressive kiss, squeezing my side and raking her nails across my belly while I held her to me, lost in her passions once again.

"Mmm! Oh, Honey, I need your cock!" she hissed through her teeth, her hand throwing the sheet back further. "Mummy's so fuckin' horny!"

She moaned desperately, gripping my shaft and pumping it slowly with that amazing touch of hers.

"Mmmmm!" she expressed in frustration. "I need-"

"Mum, let's have a sixty-nine."

"Yes! Ohhh, yes! Can I be on top, Sweetie pie?"

"Only if you promise to swallow every sticky drop of my cum."

"I promise, baby," she breathed, climbing on the bed while actually licking her grinning lips.

I love a good sixty-nine with my mother, and this was one of the best. Just watching her throw a leg over my face in that tight, short skirt, those wonderfully soft inner thighs surrounding me while my lips moved closer to that perfect pussy, the last one in the world they had any business kissing, was almost enough to make me cum.

I pulled her down to me with my hands at the top of her ass while she deepthroated me right off the hop, making a lewd choking sound in the process. I jumped and opened my mouth, covering her whole pussy and started gently sucking while flicking around here and there with my tongue.

We both came simultaneously and quite quickly, she crying out helplessly, me grunting and huffing like an animal as we clutched one another tightly. We even stayed that way, sleepily kissing and licking until we fell asleep a bit later, totally relaxed and mostly content.

(Knock, knock)

We both jerked awake instantly.

"Who is it?" Mum called, sounding already completely awake and alert.

"It's me."

"Just a second, Roxy."

She carefully got off of me, gave me a little smile and let her in the door with her skirt around her middle, tits hanging out.

"Hi Ka- Oh..."

Mum closed the door and remarked with a filthy grin, "You have no idea. How'd it go?"

"Just like you predicted. How'd you know?"

"Trend spotting is a little hobby of mine. When was it all over?"

"About a half hour ago, about quarter after nine. I came right here after."

"Hm. Uh, I wonder if I could sleep with you again tonight?"

"Anytime, Kathleen."

"Thanks' Roxy. It's nice knowing I can count on you."

"Always. Hey, Steven, how was your first day at the new job?"

"Hey, Roxy. It was good."

"It was not good," Mum ruled. "You should have seen him when he got back here. Actually, I promised him a nice, full body massage before bed. Care to get in on that?"

"I very much want in on that," Roxanne assured with a filthy smile.

Part 3

The boots were way better. My feet stayed dry and the superior treads made it possible to not fall all day, although I was still liberally splattered with the black mud by the time the shift was over. This didn't really bother me until just after lunch.

I thought it was a cat at first. It was the first time I'd ever seen a rat and I had no idea they came that big, so I guess it'd be a natural first impression under questionable lighting, but when it moved I knew what it was right away. I was repulsed to my core, suddenly unable to bear the thought of being down there with the thing and, in the blink of an eye, I crossed the six or seven feet between me and the rat, shovel blade poised in my upraised arms. I brought it down with all my might just as the thing opened its jaws, exposing sharp, yellowed teeth with a switching tongue and went to jump at me. It moved about an inch before I neatly cleaved the thing in two, the blade of the old shovel driving down into the dirt like some industrial guillotine.

It actually tried to drag itself towards me, staring up at me hatefully, it's jaws snapping, hissing before it died.

"Whoa, fuck!" Andy, another shovel hand and the one other guy there who was my age exclaimed. "That was fuckin' awesome dude! Holy shit, I've never seen anybody move that fuckin' fast!"

I turned around, my body full of adrenaline and his wide smile faltered a bit.

"Shit, man, you're intense."

"I... don't like rats."

"That's for fuckin' sure, dude," he laughed a bit nervously as he regarded me. "Can't wait to see you handle a big one."

That didn't bode well, but at the moment I was more concerned with his reaction to me, suddenly remembering Mum killing that mouse. Another stupid coincidence.

The others all came over and commented, but I made light of it, trying to calm my nerves and returning my body to work, my mind back to its contemplations with a new item on the table.

Joe also had a moment with me. I recalled how he looked at me that time in our room and wondered if my eyes ever looked strangely black and empty, but also bright blue. I wondered if they looked that way right then. And I'd been drinking during the past weekend.

However, it wasn't like I'd never been drunk before, my graduation night attested to that rather nicely, even though I acted a lot drunker than I was and I wasn't the type to party like that very often. If my hereditary condition was taking a stronger hold because of alcohol, I speculated that it would have taken the opportunity to emerge before this.

As far as what my other mother said about 'just liking the stuff', I wasn't sure how far I could believe that. Mum said that crazy people shouldn't drink. I began to wonder once again if Marie drank and soon started stressing about my impending visit, the one that was making the hours at work seem to fly by.

I'd totally forgotten all about the rat and what the mud all over my face might consist of by the time I crawled out of the cellar for the last time that day. I walked to Shoreline Residential, deciding on the way that I'd just tell Mum I was out for a walk to work out all the knots, stopping at a Tim Horton's to clean up as well as I could in the bathroom.

Maureen Kennedy was a kindly looking woman, a little overweight and in her early, maybe mid fifties. Her gray hair was pulled back and, in her peppermint green uniform, her professionalism in person was like it was on the phone. Along with that, however, was the same undertone in her voice and expression when she looked at me as though they'd never had a visitor before.

There was a quick introduction to a woman named Audrey Chapel, a small, birdlike woman somewhere in her early forties, but also with grey hair and a more pronounced, underlying nervousness. She pretended to be busy in the pantry while listening to Maureen and I talk over the table in the kitchen of the old building.

"I'm sorry I didn't have time to clean up a little better." I offered after smiling my thanks for the coffee she passed me.

"It's no problem, I understand," she assured, sitting across from me with her own hot coffee. "So... I take it you're not Sheila's son."

" ... Sheila?"

"Yes, uhh, Marie's daughter? You don't know her?"

"No. She comes here?"

"Once, almost two years ago. I bring this up because... well it didn't go very well. Marie had an episode and I wanted to ask you to not bring up that name with her."

"Oh. What happened?"

"Well, like I say, she had an episode. She became very upset and had to be restrained and sedated."

"Did they argue?"

"No. It happened shortly after your aunt stepped into the room. I just had to make sure you didn't mention Sheila to her for Marie's own good."

"I understand. So, my grandmother is... crazy?"

" ... She has a mental illness, yes."

"What's her actual diagnosis?"

"Well... She's diagnosed as Schizophrenic, but sometimes it's hard for the doctors to make a diagnosis where mental illness is concerned and, to avoid looking like they're in the dark, they'll sometimes just stick a diagnosis on the patient that best matches up to the symptoms."

"I understand. How long has she been here?"

"Almost nine years. Before that she was at a different home and before that she was at Centracare until they closed and tore it down. Before that, she was in Ontario."

"Is she... I mean, can she talk and stuff?"

"Oh, yes. She can communicate, but... well, she does have an affliction and I don't know if you've ever experienced a person with a serious mental disorder, but don't expect the things she might say to be... well, sane."

"'Serious mental disorder'? How serious? Like on a scale of one to ten?"

Here, she looked away from my face, her eyes ever so quickly flicking to the pantry and back before she answered.

"On a good day, five. On a bad day, eight. When she's having an episode... ten and beyond."

"I see. And what kind of day is today?" I asked with a light grin.

" ... A good day."

"I'll try not to upset her. She takes meds, right?"

"She takes so many meds we almost don't have to feed her. But meds aren't a cure, just a control measure, and it's best not to trust them too far, especially with extreme cases such as Marie."

"Is she safe?"

"Yes. She's a small woman and, like I told you over the phone, confined to a wheelchair. ... One thing, though... men can't work with her. She, ahh... has a healthy appetite, even at her age and she makes no apologies. Whether she'd grab her grandson or not, I don't know but you probably don't want to get too close, at least at first."

" ... Alright. Has anyone else ever visited her besides Sheila?"

"No, never. Other than Sheila and now you, we have no information on her family whatsoever."

"Do you have contact information on my aunt you could pass along?"

"No, and even if we did, we'd have to get permission from her first."

"Oh. Um, can you tell me what she looked like?"

"Only a little like Marie in the face, but with the same build. Thin, short- just over five feet -blonde hair, in her early forties... very attractive."

"How did she react to Marie's episode? Was she upset?"

"Yes. Anybody would be. Marie accused her..."

"What?"

"(ahem) She accused her of some bad things. I'd rather not repeat them."

" ... Does she know about my visit?"

"Yes, I told her."

"How did she react?"

"She's... looking forward to meeting you."

From the pantry, Audrey put in with a soft, almost fearful voice, "She can't wait."

Maureen's eyes flicked to the pantry again before adding almost as an excuse, "Other than Sheila, she's never had a visitor, so she's... excited."

"Did she know about Sheila's visit beforehand?"

"Yes. She usually whispers quietly to herself off and on, but she stopped that when we told her. Stayed quiet until the episode."

"Uh huh," I said thoughtfully. "Well, maybe we just better get to it, huh?" I asked, having all the answers from her I figured I'd get and eager to get on with it before she started wanting some of her own.

"Sure. She's in her room, come with me."

I followed her through the house, checking out various sad cases as I went, not seeing anything like my other mother in any of them. They seemed more like the walking dead than the vibrant personality I tried to compare to them. We stopped at a door and she said one last thing.

"Would you like me to sit in with you?"

" ... No. I'm sure it'll be alright."

She seemed somehow relieved about that as she knocked softly and was answered by the sweetest little voice I'd ever heard from an old woman, along with a striking, almost childlike quality to the positive tone.

"Come i-in." it sang.

Maureen opened the door and let me inside the small room. Between the bed and the window sat a woman that was completely unlike those slack-jawed dullards and halfwits in the rest of the house. Hers was the vibrant personality of my other mother and it showed so clear, so surely from the second I laid eyes on her, the instant mine locked with hers. But the shocking part was how she looked exactly like Mum, except older. The resemblance was as uncanny as this woman's beauty, the only difference apart from her age being her small body and clear, bright blue eyes. Old woman or not, I found her very attractive and my heart sped up quickly as I noted that indescribable, empty, dark quality to her eyes that Mum shared except much more pronounced than hers. I couldn't say anything.

"Marie, this is your Grandson, Steven," Maureen said clearly, her professional smile firmly in place, but visibly strained now.

Marie stared right back at me with the beautiful smile of my mother. It was like I couldn't move and the more I looked at this woman, to who the years had been very good to, the more I saw to hold my attention.

She looked at Maureen and politely directed, "Leave us, dear."

" ... Have a nice visit...," Maureen managed, looking at both of us in turn, her polite tone near the breaking point as she quietly left the room.

We looked at one another for a few seconds before she said in that voice that made my cock twitch, "You're Ashleigh's boy, I know it. You look just like her father except you have my eyes! (giggle)"

I realized I was enthralled by my surprisingly attractive grandmother and it bothered me on a level that it never did with Mum, yet I still couldn't look away. I wanted to please her.

"You're very pretty, Grammie Marie."

(What the fuck!?)

"What a charming thing to say, sweetie pie," she cooed happily, adding in a conspiratorial whisper, "Why don't you come a little closer?"

My boots were moving across the polished hardwood floors almost before I knew it, before my mind could fully grasp what was wrong with what she'd just said, the affectation she'd used. It swirled around my head as my mind made grabs for it, distracting me from her impossible allure when I was about four feet away and bringing me to a stop.

Breaking contact with those all too familiar eyes enabled me to come further to my senses, but my heart rate was still up, showing no signs of slowing. Something was very wrong here and the dream about Pastor Marx flashed ominously through my head. Marie appeared to watch me gather myself with motherly, amused interest before leaning forward in her wheelchair and sniffing the air in my direction sharply a few times. Her strange power of persuasion faded with her smile as she sat back, looking at me with a curious sneer that was also just like Mum's.

"You're Kathleen's. You tried to trick me!"

"I didn't, I..."

"Shut up! How is it that you look just like my Walton, and what do you want?" she harshly demanded.

"I don't know. Mum said I look like... her father. Like you just said, but I didn't reali-"

"Your mother is a whore!"

Okay, that pissed me off. Mum might have liked being treated that way, but that was far different from the woman she was.

"You've got your daughters mixed up," I boldly replied, still avoiding direct eye contact. "Kathleen's a good woman who knows her place, like you always were."

This indirect compliment seemed to calm her a little. She stared for a few seconds before suddenly turning, covering her face with her hands and having a brief, rapid fire, whispered conversation with herself. I couldn't make out what she was saying, but when she peeked through her fingers at me the hair at the back of my neck stood up. After about twenty seconds, she lowered her hands and turned to face me again.

"What do you want here, boy?" she asked warily. "Does your mother know you're here?"

"I have questions I want to ask. Answers I need to have."

" ... Do you, now? Why would I give any answers to you?"

"Why wouldn't you? Do you have something to hide?"

"No!"

" ... How did you know I was Kathleen's son?"

"I'd know anything that came through that stinking twat."

"How?"

"Your smell, boy. I know my own."

She allowed a short pause while I processed this, then she asked for the second time, "Does she know you're here?"

After another short pause, "No."

"Does she know I'm here?"

"I couldn't say."

"Couldn't, or wouldn't?"

"I said 'couldn't'."

She turned and covered her face for another brief, but heated conversation with herself, this one ending with, "No, no, NO...!" before she spoke again.

" ... We don't trust you, boy. Give me one reason why I shouldn't scream rape."

"I'll give you two. First of all, nobody would believe you. Second... you may not trust me, but you don't want me to go."

"Liar! Liar! You need me to believe that so you can get your precious answers! I know the ways of the Jedi!"

(The Jedi?)

"You mean like... What?" I asked, totally perplexed by this.

"You know what I mean, alright. Those are the answers you want, aren't they?" she asked with a devious smirk.

"Uhh, that's from Star Wars. It's a movie, not reali-"

"I know that, you young fool!" she snapped. "And if you don't know what I'm talking about, then none of my answers will do you the slightest bit of good because you'll be asking all the wrong questions! So there!"

There was no doubt she was sharp from the way she was able to deal with me, but she seemed somehow confused and even immature at the same time. I resolved to try plowing ahead, remembering what Maureen told me about talking to crazy people. Except, this particular crazy person was apparently able to tell her daughter's grandchildren by their smell.

Sighing as though giving up, I feigned, "Look, do you want me to just leave?"

" ... No. Not yet."

"Then you'll answer my questions?"

Rolling her eyes, she said, "Sure. For all the good it'll do you, why not? What do I care? What do you want to know?"

"Grammie... Did you drink?"

"What? What kind of question is that?"

"Was there ever a time in your life when you liked to drink?"

"That's none of your business."

"You said you'd answer my questions."

After another impromptu discussion with herself, she answered, "Yes, what of it?"

"Every day?"

"Yes. What else was there to do? I was home all day. Lots of housewives drank back then, so what?"




My Other Mother Ch. 07



"Did your... I mean, did it make your, ah, condition worse?"

"My condition?"

"Your schizophrenia."

My immediate answer to this question was hysterical laughter. When she was finished, her childlike voice barked, "Maureen!"

Maureen opened the door right away, then an expression of alarm came across her face as she realized she'd allowed herself to be caught eavesdropping. Both of us stared at Marie over this.

"Please introduce my beautiful grandson to Nicole," Marie tersely instructed her caregiver, looking her directly in the eye before putting them back on me. "Nicole is schizophrenic. You take a good look into that insect's eyes and familiarize yourself, sweetie pie. Then you come back here and learn something, hm?"

Unbelievably, Maureen did take me to meet this Nicole, a hunched, middle aged woman with short, unkempt dark hair and a slight weight problem. Grammie Marie wasn't off in her description. Her tongue hung out of her mouth as she stood there shaking my hand, drool running freely down the front of her shirt while I watched the dull, slowly shifting eyes.

Maureen was outright nervous as she escorted me back to Marie's room, explaining that it was the heavy meds Nicole was on that created the dull-wittedness that I saw.

"But if that's the case, why isn't Marie like that?"

There was no time for an answer before we reached Marie's door, but I got the feeling she wouldn't have wanted to comment on that anyway. I wanted to communicate something, but what? I was almost sure the woman was actually afraid of Marie.

"This time, actually leave us, Maureen," Marie advised.

The caregiver nodded, backing out the door in embarrassment and masked fear. This was pretty trippy and my feeling that something was very wrong grew, as did my apprehension at being left alone with Marie.

"Come close again."

I silently obeyed, forcing myself to the same spot on the floor in front of her, looking down at her and no longer knowing what in hell to think.

"Closer. Don't be frightened, sweetie pie."

I moved to within three feet of her, also squatting down to be at her eye level.

"Yes, that's better. Now, look me in the eyes. Like you were when you first came in."

I didn't want to do this, but I was there for answers. I focused on her striking blue eyes, watched the infinite blackness of the shark and found myself becoming... close with her.

"Aren't I beautiful, Sweetie pie?" she asked.

"Yes, Grammie Marie."

" ... Look closer..."

I did. When she slowly wheeled herself across the short distance between us, I felt no alarm because this was my Grammie Marie. She loved me and, even if she didn't, what could she really do anyway? She was just a sweet, incredibly gorgeous and totally fuckable old woman who-"

(SLAP!!)

It was such a shock compared to the warm, fuzzy place my mind had been, I had trouble remembering where I was and what I was doing for a moment as I sat on my posterior a few feet away from her on the floor. I looked up and realized she was laughing hysterically again.

I slowly got to my feet as I began trembling all over, understanding that this woman had somehow literally bewitched me, also suddenly remembering that this person had also tried to stab her own daughter to death with a paring knife.

Continuing to tremble and stare, I moved back to a distance that felt no safer as she finally managed, "Oh, how I used to love doing that to Ashleigh! Ahhh, but she figured out how to muddle through my stare by the time she was sixteen. It was a mixed blessing and I suppose that's one of the reasons she left, but I always did love her so."

"Wh... What the fuck are you?" I breathed, still carefully avoiding those god awful eyes.

This produced more hysteric laughter that seemed to cut to my very genes.

"Heh heeeeeh! I'm your Grammie Marie, just like you call me. And I hope I've cleared up any embarrassing misunderstandings about Schizophrenia."

I nodded, silently trying to calm my tremors and regain some control in this utterly impossible situation.

"Oh, there's no need to be afraid of me. Despite who your mother is, you and I could be good friends. It would be nice to have someone who can... range for me and do my bidding, especially one of my own. And, in return, I'll tell you all the things about yourself you never could have dreamed. The only thing I ask is that you don't tell your mother. I don't think she's old enough to understand, not practiced enough. She can't help you like I can, sweetie pie."

Another very sudden conversation with herself, this one a somewhat prolonged argument, began while I tried to sort myself. She finally stopped and looked at me suspiciously again.

"My friend still doesn't trust you."

"I- I don't trust either one of you." I told her, nervously watching her every move now.

"It's your mother that's the problem. If we knew she was gone..."

"Why do you hate her so much?"

"Why? Look at her. She looks just like me, doesn't she? She wasn't that whore's daughter, she was mine. I hate her because she went over to the other side!" Didn't she!?" Marie demanded, suddenly agitated again.

"They're sisters, it- it's natural that they would have-"

"Shut up! That... god damned Sheila! She's not even a Jedi, let alone Sith! Not a real one! Boy, I'm offering you what neither of them can ever even hold! Do you have enough sense to take it!?"

She was raving and I was becoming more and more frightened, moving slowly for the door.

"What lives with you came from me!" she went on, suddenly wheeling her chair to follow me to the door quicker than I would've thought she might be capable of. "And my mother before me and her mother before her, as I passed it to Ashleigh and your little bitch of a mother and she to you! It lives with us, it's a part of us like our blood type, a part of who we are and it grows, sweetie pie!" You think you can handle it without me!? You wanna know what it did to my grandmotheeer!?"

She didn't say what 'it' did to her grandmother, rather lunged from her chair, somehow grabbing me around the knees and knocking me to the floor with a thud. I looked down to see her crawling up my body, her jaws working back and forth as her nails gripped my pants. She laughed maniacally and, to my horror, bit my thigh with what I think was supposed to be an erotic grin, her hand wandering closer to my crotch as I began to get drawn in by those eyes I mistakenly looked at, the cold, empty eyes of the dark, Sith Empress.

Panic kicked in, remembering my imaginings of how it must have been for Mum to deal with this crazy (but maybe not) person wielding a paring knife. I screamed wordlessly and began to struggle for freedom from her grip as her hand grabbed my cock, all of my Jujutsu training out the window in my primal struggle to get away from this... thing.

Managing to tear a leg free, I kneed her face and drove the sole of my boot into her shoulder, partially dislodging her. I kept kicking at her, she screaming something that I was too panicked to make out until I was free of her. I regained my feet just as Maureen burst into the room, the edge of the solid old wooden door narrowly missing my rapidly oncoming body.

"Just go! Get right out!" Maureen shrilled, no longer even trying to hide her fear.

"How dare youuuu!! You come back here right now, sweetie pieee!! You won't make it without meeeee!!"

"Audrey, help!"

I knocked another resident flat on her ass when I bolted into the hall. It may have been Nicole, but it was hard to notice much while my mind and body devoted one hundred percent attention to the overwhelming need to get the hell out of that house at all costs.

"I'LL RIP THAT COCK OFF IN MY TEETH AND SPIT IT IN YOUR SLUT MOTHER'S FUCKING FAAAAACE! YOU MOTHER SLUT LOVIN', TRAITOROUS BASTAAAAAARD!!!"

Audrey and I passed at the same speed in opposite directions. I'll never forget the expression on her face, nor will I ever really be able to properly describe it, but it was something like the kind of expression a soldier might have while rushing to the deepest pits of hell because that's where he'd been ordered.

I bolted out of the house and into the sunny backyard like a prisoner escaping jail who expects a bullet in the back at any second. I ran around the corner of the building, into the narrow driveway between Shoreline Residential facility and the next large old building. I threw myself up against the outer wall, trying to slow my heart down and telling myself that everything I just experienced didn't really happen, couldn't possibly have, but I could still hear her screaming in there, wordlessly now. One of the caregivers shouted in pain while the other, Maureen I presumed, shouted instructions concerning Marie's "Quick, for god's sake!!" sedation.

I was shaking like a leaf and I wasn't sure I'd ever stop. Sliding down the wall, I allowed myself to sit up against it at the edge of the shaded driveway. Putting my hands over my ears, I closed my eyes and tried to practice the relaxation technique Mum had taught me.

It worked, but I can't say how long it took. When I removed my hands, the shouting was over and the voices of Maureen and Audrey carried from the open window of what must have been the kitchen right above me.

"-hate it, I wake up every day hoping I'll come to work and find the thing has died the night before!" one of them sobbed.

"Audrey, come on," Maureen's wavering voice tried to assure, "We've both had difficult residents before, and-"

"She's not a difficult resident, Maureen!" the junior woman whined tearfully. "I've been in this field, not as long as you, but I've been around to different homes! I've done level four care and I've seen schitzo's, I've seen psycho's, I've seen it all, but I have never, ever seen anything like that and neither have you! I hate this job because of that thing!"

"You have to keep your voice down, you don't want the other girls to hear-"

"I have nightmares about the thing! Yes! You don't understand, I paid... attention to it, tried to figure it out and she knew! She..."

"Audrey! We agreed you wouldn't talk like-"

"No! That thing is... wrong. It's filthy and it's gotten to know me! It's made me do things, Maureen! Dirty things! I know it was her and now she'll do it again!"

"Oh my god, Audrey, I don't need this!"

"I can't... (sob!) I can't do this anymore. I'm going h- home."

" ... You're quitting?"

"I can't do this anymore!"

"You can't afford to-"

"I can't do this anymore! I can't work with something like that, something that has no fucking right to exist on God's green earth!"

That was all I could bear. Audrey had very effectively summed up my own impression of Marie and I didn't find it one bit comforting to be backed up so vehemently. I got to my feet, a little shaky again after listening to Audrey, but not too bad. Hurrying down and out of the driveway, I suddenly remembered I was expected home and the tremor throughout my body intensified a little more.

Part 4

"Where were you?" Mum predictably asked.

She was wearing that nice short summer dress she had on the previous Friday, the beige one with the floral patterns. She looked hot as hell and I knew she'd dressed for me again, but it was hard to appreciate it at the moment. In fact, the sudden memory of how astoundingly like Marie Mum looked, along with my apparent likeness to the crazy lady's long dead husband, was suddenly giving me the creeps.

Wondering what that old guy on the street would've thought if Mum had been with me that evening, I closed the door and lied, "Out walking, working the knots out."

"For almost two hours?"

"I found a bench and kinda got stuck there for a little while. Sorry, I should've just come straight home."

" ... Is something wrong?" she asked, looking at me closely with concern.

"No, why?"

"You just don't seem... yourself."

"Got a bit freaked out by a rat today, is all."

"Oh, no."

"Don't worry, I killed it. Plus, I'm a bit tired. I'm sorry I didn't come home, though. Geez, you made this nice supper for us and everything. Pretty thoughtless of me."

" ... Don't feel bad. You have a right to your alone time, especially after a hard day's work, and we can reheat this easily. Go grab yourself a nice shower and forget all about disgusting rats and breaking your back all day."

It was a hot shower alright, meant to drive away the chill in my soul that Marie had put there, but it wasn't working. I hopped out, threw on a pair of clean jeans, grabbed my muddy clothes and went back to our room without having assessed what I'd learned, if anything. I didn't even want to think about it right then.

I listened to Mum talk about her day. She mentioned nothing about whatever it was she was up to, but told me of getting the band into that senior's residence and about the interesting people and places she'd seen as though we were only tourists. I avoided her eyes and mostly looked down at my ravioli until we were finished and reclining on the bed together, she propped up with her legs spread while I lay between them. She lazily played with my hair, caressing my bare chest and shoulders while we watched some TV, this finally making me feel better.

It didn't last.

"(sniff) ... (sniff!)"

"Hon, do you smell... something?"

" ... Like what?"

"(sniff!) It's... I don't know. (sniff!) I can't describe it. I don't remember smelling it before, but it seems familiar somehow."

(Oh my god)

"Is- is it a bad smell?"

"Not really. It's like... (sniff!) You know how an old song can sort of not only bring back memories, but almost put you right back where you were emotionally when you used to hear it a lot?"

"Um... no."

"You're not old enough. It's what I always called 'the musical time machine' and this smell is a lot like that. It makes me remember some time when I was... vulnerable. Maybe."

"They say smell stimulates memory," I offered, hoping to god she'd drop the subject.

"Yeah. Where'd you walk today after work?"

"Up around the Hospital."

"You go in?"

"No. It can't be me, I just took a shower."

" ... Hmm. (sigh) I love just lying here with you, sweetie pie."

"Me too. You always make me feel so good."

"I'm glad. You make me feel the same way."

"I could lay here with you like this forever."

"Same here."

"Mum, I love you."

"I love you too, hon," she said, lovingly squeezing my shoulder. "Would you like another full body massage tonight?"

"Sure. But... just you tonight, okay?"

"Uh huh."

"And I want you to sleep here tonight, too. With me."

" ... Are you sure? You should get a proper night's sleep."

"I'll be fine. Besides, I stiffened the bed up a little."

"I thought I noticed a difference last night when we were having that lovely sixty-nine. What'd you do?"

"I threw some cardboard and plastic under the mattress."

"Not just a big cock, are you?"

"It was nothing," I said with a little smile. "Anyway, we have to sleep our usual way to try it out and we haven't since I hopefully fixed it."

"Ah, you need me to help you test it."

"That's a fringe benefit. I want your company. I got used to sleeping with you pretty quick and I guess I got spoiled to it."

"So complimentive," she said, dreamily adding with a sigh, "I'd love to feel your cock inside me."

"You're making me horny."

"You're always horny for me, hon. I love it. You make me feel so young and attractive."

"You are young and attractive. And smart. Even smarter than a lot of people ever gave you credit for, I'll bet."

" ... Are you trying to butter me up for something?" she asked, taking a playfully loose fistful of my hair.

"It's true, Mum. You know it is."

"Well, coming from you, that is definitely a compliment," she replied, letting my hair go to return to her petting and caressing.

"I can see how you always got your way at PTA meetings now."

She laughed softly at this and answered, "I had no idea news got around like that."

"The rest of the parents and teachers hated you."

"I'll bet they did."

"You never cared, did you?"

"No, why should I? I was only there for your benefit. Oh, sweetie pie, you're cock's all big and hard again. Does Mummy get a nice creamy dessert soon?"

"Yeah. Suck on it, Mum."

"(giggle!)"

Part 5

I didn't know what time it was when I woke up. It was dark, save for the illumination from the streetlight, and we both lay on our backs side by side without the sheet. I thought this was odd because we'd found the bed still wasn't quite supportive enough, despite the improvement, and fell asleep pressed against one another in the less sunken middle as usual. If I thought that was odd, it didn't concern me nearly as much as two other factors.

I couldn't move. It was as though my body had been drugged, my mind left completely alert and focused, but there was also someone else in the room with us.

Initially, I thought it must have been Joe the pig spying on us, perhaps ripping us off, but when a dirty hand with long, filthy nails reached over the foot of the bed, I pretty much knew it wasn't Joe because it was holding a bloody paring knife. Another hand reached over the top, also with a paring knife and my quickly escalating fear went post nuclear when Grammie Marie's dirt stained, crazed face popped up between them.

I tried to scream, but nothing would come out. For all my effort, I could only sound like one of those old cassette players with just enough battery life to turn a tape for two seconds. I could only watch as she drove the knives into my shins, shocking pain tearing through my senses from just above my ankles as she used her improvised handholds to pull herself up on the bed with.

She opened her mouth and her sharp teeth were like the teeth of the rat I'd killed, her long tongue waving lewdly at me while she giggled like a schoolgirl. She ripped the blades free and plunged them in again, tearing skin and ligaments in her excruciating climb up my body while I almost lost my mind. I could actually feel the thin blades slicing down the side of my bones as they deflected them, my wounds tearing open in wide gashes every time she hauled herself.

"It grows, sweetie pie," she sleazed in a whisper. "And, ohhh, how it loves you sooo. Yesyesyesyesyes!"

She got to my crotch and drove her jaws between my legs, biting down hard and I was finally able to scream. I screamed and screamed until I really did wake up, sitting in bed still screaming.

Steven, Honey! It's okay, you're awake, it was just a dream!" Mum was shrilling, obviously quite alarmed.

I stopped screaming. Breathing hard, I looked wildly around the room to make sure Marie wasn't skulking about, even though my mind was mostly in agreement with Mum at that point. Mum threw her arms around me, comforting me with soft words, repeating that it was just a dream and to calm down. Pulling me back to the mattress, I began to shake all over, like I was when I bolted from Shoreline Residential Facility, except worse.

She pulled the sheet up and put her arms around me, but when I didn't stop, she hopped out of the bed and grabbed our blankets, coming back and covering us with them. She held me closer yet and as much as I appreciated her proximity, it wasn't for the soft warmth of her body, so much as having her there to hang on to.

"Honey, what's wrong?" she asked, still alarmed, but for a different reason now. "It's okay, it was only a bad dream; you're awake now and Mummy's here. It can't hurt you, baby, shhh-shhh-shhh."




My Other Mother Ch. 08



Part 1

"So, ummm... are you going to tell me about it?"

" ... I'd rather not."

"Must've been pretty bad."

I only nodded and kept my face down, looking into my bowl as I chewed.

"You really can't tell me?"

"I just wanna forget about it."

" ... Alright. Do, uh... do you often have nightmares like that? Strange dreams?"

"Not really. You?"

"Sometimes. I used to have nightmares about my mother. It's to be expected, I guess."

I silently and wholeheartedly agreed while I continued to eat.

"You had me scared for a little while there. You wouldn't stop shaking."

"I'm just glad you were there."

"Me too. You know what, though? You're right. You should just put it out of your mind. People always do sooner or later anyway, don't they?"

"Yeah."

"We've got nothing to be down about, things are looking up. We're gonna be okay, sweetie pie."

I looked up and smiled in reply, trying to enjoy hers while I harboured some pretty serious doubts about that prediction.

Part 2

I was constantly on guard for rats, always thinking I was seeing them in the shifting shadows of the halogens while I worked. It made it hard to think but, after meeting Marie, I wanted to stop thinking aloud and the mindless work I was doing seemed to provide the right opportunity. No, Marie's disturbing, whispered conversations with her 'friend' weren't at all lost on me.

Something else that wasn't lost on me was how fortunate I was to not get thinking about the encounter the night before, to be able to allow Mum's company to take it away from my mind like her presence always did, even if she was the source of my troubles. I couldn't have hacked it. There was just no way that I could have assessed that meeting with Marie while her younger, spitting image sat in front of me, calling me 'sweetie pie'. In the cellar, though, there was ample time to think, distracted as I often was by rat shaped shadows at the corners of my eyes.

I now had a theory as to why Mum's behaviour didn't seem to match up with any known mental disorders, but as strong as the theory appeared to be, I resisted it. It mostly came from a person who was anything but sane, no matter which way one cared to cut the cake, and that's why it was still just a theory, one I didn't want to even entertain. That, and because that theory suggested that I was part of a line that passed on some... thing. Demon possession? In any case, the incredible theory scared the hell out of me and I was pretty anxious to stick both Marie and Mum into some kind of Psychiatric slot in order to disprove it. I called it 'the Jedi theory'.

The evidence supporting the Jedi theory, first of all, was that damned dream where Marx told me to check the shoreline and how that odd moment on the sidewalk in front of the old man that night convinced me she was right, leading me to Shoreline Residential Facility. I was finding it a lot harder to chalk that up to weird coincidence after my visit with Grammie Marie, however, I could also argue that I'd naturally feel that way after a very disturbing encounter with a deranged lunatic. My instincts, though, told me otherwise.

Second was the way she knew which of her daughters I belonged to by my smell. I couldn't explain that away and the fact that Mum smelled 'something' when I got home didn't help, even though that could be easily explained away by some draft coming through the window from the pulp mill, the refinery, docks, etc.. She was originally from Saint John (the tide brings us back) and it was very possible that some smell she'd experienced from childhood was still around town and who knew what it could be? But my instincts told me I could ignore those safe, sane explanations, told me with no uncertainty that she smelled Marie on me, and having no explanation at all for Marie's talented sniffer...

Third was Audrey and Maureen, but especially Audrey. They were both afraid of her. I had no doubt of that and neither did I doubt their implied expertise and experience in their field. Maureen felt the same way as her co-worker, she just wouldn't admit it, and her co-worker sure did have some pretty concrete opinions about what was wrong with my grandmother, didn't she? Audrey's claims about nightmares of Marie weren't in any doubt within my mind either, not after the night before, and this meant that there was reason to believe her other claims as well. That is unless Audrey and Maureen, two experienced, professional caregivers, were as crazy as their residents and their objectivity had been compromised. My instincts doubted this.

Fourth, those damned eyes. Nothing one could put their finger on, nothing to them that would allow a person to point and make an actual description, just that implied darkness. There was no explanation for this that I could think of and my instincts were very clear about how they felt about this, as they were concerning...

Fifth, she fucking bewitched me. She could have gouged my eyes out with a paring knife if she'd wanted to, I never would've seen it coming. It was an extreme, theoretically advanced version of Mum's eyes and the way people seemed to react to them at times. There was definitely no rational explanation for point number five and it was, in fact, the strongest supporting evidence of the Jedi theory.

Everything else could be explained away. For example, Mum could well have heard her mother use the affectation, 'sweetie pie', when she was a girl, probably with my dead grandfather Walton. The fact that Marie did drink regularly when she was younger didn't really prove anything of the Jedi theory, despite the commonality it showed. Marie's ageless beauty wasn't entirely uncommon, no more than Mum's, and neither were striking family resemblances, no matter how striking they sometimes were. It happened.

Aside from all this, I knew a little more about Sheila. Marie claimed she wasn't a "real Jedi", which made me wonder all the more as I lugged a full bucket of moist dirt/mud to the window. After hoisting it up to the sill and taking a cautionary look around for rats, I headed back to the bank with an empty pail in return, mulling these things over.

During our thirty minute lunch break, while the ten of us sat in a line on the warm sidewalk with our backs to the wall, I had no real useful answers that I didn't have before my visit with Marie, however I at least had my wild, unsubstantiated and likely un-provable theory. This, of course, presented a problem, especially for someone like me.

You see, if the Jedi theory were at least plausible within known science, I would then have had a direction to go in with my little investigation into how best to keep my promise to Mum. But it wasn't like that, was it? It was like being asked to believe that 'Bigfoot done it.'

"You been quiet today," Andy noted.

I continued chewing, looking out to the street before I turned to him, swallowed and asked, "How do you define the word, 'Science'?"

" ... Evolution? I hear people say they believe in science instead of God, so..."

"Okay. If you wanted to find out for sure, if you had to, how would you? What method would you use?"

" ... Science."

"A tool to prove a tool?"

"I dunno, I guess."

"Science is a tool. More like a toolbox. It's what Humanity has always used in one form or another to understand the world around them. Pure science is the proper application of all the tools in your box in an honest search for truth, or understanding. It's an exploration."

" ... O-kaaay?"

"So, when we gather evidence and begin to speculate, drawing lines between the dots and guesstimating about where the missing dots of evidence should be, making the lines draw a picture you believe is there based on current evidence, you have a theory. Such as the theory of evolution."

"Riiiiight."

"Once we believe in a theory, we start gathering evidence in order to support it rather than on the basis of truth and exploration; we're no longer using science. Not pure science, anyway. But that's what modern science has become. It's easy to see why, I guess."

" ... And... why's that?"

"Because some possible truths can be personally disturbing, even while defying evidence and, for all the world, can sound like silly bullshit, much the same way a lot of Atheists think of the possibility that a creator exists."

"Yeah, but that's just another theory."

"Yup. And in between is pure exploration. Or speculation, take your pick."

"So, what's your point?"

" ... My point is... What happens if pure science leads us from in between to a point where it looks more and more likely that God really does exist and that evolution and Atheism was only ever a fool's paradise? What do we do then?"

" ... Start believing in God?"

"Yeah, but people would still resist. We've been run through the modern school system and truth is what we're told, not what we know. We'd resist because we want to hide in what's not beyond our scope of imagination, our ability to conceptualize with our technology, our science. I mean, how do we progress once that stuff is no longer useful, right?"

"Change our science?"

" ... I suppose, yeah. We'd have to embrace the theory of God, not as a theory so much, but... an understanding to work towards. A hunch. Like detectives do on TV. And then... say we find out God really does exist with all the evidence you'd want and that everything taught in school and society was dead wrong for sure? What if we even find out He's not what anybody thought He was based on what any religion ever told us, if He's something none of us ever could have imagined? Then what?"

"That's easy, dude. That's when we get ready to start dealing with some pret-ty fuckin' heavy shit."

" ... Yeah. And hope that we can."

A little less than ten minutes later, I was watching him steal glances at me out of the corner of my eye as we waited to be the next ones to crawl back through the window and into the cellar. Just before I went to get down and crawl through feet first, he took my elbow.

"Do you believe in God?"

" ... It might be a good idea."

I caught him glancing at me off and on for the rest of the day, he as silent as I was while we worked. If he knew that the subject matter of our conversation was only an analogy, if he had any clue of what was really on my mind, or even how I'd used him to replace my own little friend in my musings...

When I crawled out of the cellar for the last time that day at five, I had a direction. I would embrace the Jedi theory as mystery and investigate the unanswered questions that surrounded it as honestly as I could like a good detective. As frightening and also ridiculous as the prospect was, I had to take it seriously while always leaving room for the possibility that it was as foolish as it appeared, as it had to be. In any case, I was at a loss for any other direction and my instincts agreed.

I walked straight home, refusing to mumble under my breath about it, reminding myself that I had a vested interest in keeping it together. Or resisting the possible trappings of the thing that Marie said lived and grew within me.

Part 3

"Do you like the movies, Mum?" I asked lightly over supper.

She looked fantastic again in a short, off-white, snug sweater that buttoned up the front, but not so high as to hide her impressive cleavage. She also wore her gray, stretchy casual pants with a nice pair of black high heels, her hair and makeup somehow done to incorporate sexy and chaste at the same time.

"Well yeah, you know I do. Don't you remember all those movies we watched together when you were, um, grounded?"

"No, I mean the theaters. Do you like going there?"

"I used to when I was a girl. We saw all kinds back then."

"Yeah? Any notables?"

"Hmm. Aside from the obvious, that being Star Wars, I liked The Shining."

"Star Wars? Why's that the obvious, was it your favourite?"

"Mum's favourite. She insisted on seeing them five flippin' times in a row."

"What about Star Trek?"

"No. She usually didn't like Sci-Fi, more Fantasy, but Star Wars really appealed to her."

"It does have that fantasy side to it."

"Yeah. ... She used to tell us that she was our dark Sith Master and that we'd better do as we were told, or she'd have us throw ourselves down the well. She used to scare the life out of us with that stuff. Even Ashleigh and she was older than us. None of us wanted the Star Wars action figures and toys and stuff."

"I don't imagine. You must hate those movies."

"Actually, they are pretty good. I just don't like to be reminded."

"She spoiled it for you."

"Along with so many other things."

"How old were you at the time?"

"I don't know... about seven or eight when Star Wars was released, a few years older when The Empire Strikes Back was."

" ... Did you believe her?"

" ... Yes, I did."

"I guess any seven or eight year old would, huh?"

" ... Yeah... Well, she was pretty strange, too."

"I remember you told me. By the way, I ask because I've never been to a movie theater and I thought you might want to go, but not if it's going to make you feel... you know."

"I'd love to go to the movies with you, hon, just no Star Wars."

"No problem. When can we go?"

"Hmmm... maybe this weekend, depends on what all is going on. Speaking of that, I'll be pretty busy this weekend."

"If it's a bother-"

"No, it's no bother, I'd really love to cuddle up to you in a dark movie theater, but we'll have to see if I can make it turn out, okay?"

"Okay, thanks."

"No problem, sweetie pie."

We didn't say much afterwards, but I could tell her mood had darkened. She lit a cigarette after her meal and dragged her chair to the open window where she sat, looking thoughtfully outside and down to the street while I checked out the weather on TV.

"I haven't thought of that in years, that whole Star Wars thing with Mum." she said out of the blue.

"Don't let it get you down, Mum, it was just... her crazies."

" ... Yeah... Kinda funny, now that I think of it, though. After all these years and since..."

"How so?"

Mum faced me with that thoughtful expression I was so familiar with and replied, "I always believed it. I never really stopped believing she was a Sith Master of some sort and neither did Sheila or Ashleigh, I don't think. Not really."

"It would be a lot harder to put away than a nightmare," I offered.

" ... Hmm. Speaking of nightmares?"

"Oh, I'm good. It went away like they always do, just like you said."

"Good. Yeah, they always go away. It's the waking nightmares we have to watch out for. Ones like parents who seem able to make you... Ugh! Let's just drop it. Of all the things we might choose to worry about, my freakish mother should be the last of them. What are you watching?"

"Weather. My boss says the soup we work in is caused by runoff and says we better pray we can finish the job before the next time we get a hard rain."

"He's your employer, not your boss, sweetie pie. I'm your boss. Like you're mine."

I couldn't help but smile at this, knowing it was true and glad it was.

"C'mere and give Mummy a kiss."

I not only gave her a nice warm kiss on the lips, but a big hug as well. Leaving her with a smile, I returned to finish my own meal, hard as hell after feeling her body so close to mine. Finishing up a couple minutes later, I rose and hopped up on the bed, looking over at her as she continued to look out the window, her mood brightened again.

"C'mon, Mum. I wanna play with your body again, okay?" I only half asked with a grin.

"Best offer I've had all day," she said, her smile having returned as she exhaled, popping the cigarette butt out the window.

She joined me on the bed, both of us laughing a little as we tried to maneuver across from one another on our knees without creating a sinkhole, our smiles full of anticipation for each other. Without hesitation I put my hand between her legs and squeezed gently the way she liked, getting an instant and positive reaction from her features.

"Oh, baby... I love how you've become so bold with your mum."

"It's fun," I agreed with a smile. "You're so slutty and I love playing with your cunt."

"Mmmm. Ooooh, that feels so... (sigh)"

"Spread your legs further."

She did so while I un-zippered the front of her pants, slipping my hand inside and rubbing her mound slowly up and down through the front of her panties, stopping to gently squeeze and then let go every now and then while per pelvis rolled, eyelids fluttering with pleasure.

"Unbutton your shirt and play with your tits."

Again Mum complied, spreading her thin sweater open while breathing hard, haltingly, showing me her pink cotton, underwire bra. Her nipples predictably stood at attention behind the thin cups as she began caressing her big melons, squeezing and pushing them against her chest, sighing deeply. Grabbing her nipples through the cotton, she tweaked and pulled until it looked like it had to hurt, but she only moaned, closing her eyes.

I loved watching this, watching her act this way and breathed, "Oh my god, you're such a filthy girl."

"Ohhh, baby," she whimpered.

"Tell me what a filthy little thing you are, Mum."

"Oh, ff-! ... Oh god, sweetie pie, I'm such a filthy slut! Ooooooh, yeah, I'm so kinky and horny!"

"You're just a cumslut, aren't you?"

"Y-yeah! Oh-h?"

She was back to squeezing those wonderful tits, one of her nipples having made its way out of her bra and peeking at me from between two of her fingers.

"Mum, get your tits out and suck your nipples."

"Mmmm. Oh, sw- "Ohh...! Y-yes, rub Mummy's clit!"

In the midst of her passionate throes, I wasn't even sure she heard me, but she obediently spilled her breasts from their restraints, picking one up and dipping her head to lick and suck at her rubbery hard bud. Leaning forward, I took the other one between my lips and gave it the same treatment. After a few minutes, we switched and after that I began helping her on the same one. By then she was worked up pretty well, pushing herself into my hand as I rubbed harder, unfastening the button at the top of her open zipper and going straight down the front of her panties.

"Oh, yeah! Ooooh, yeah!," she gasped.

I kept working her, rubbing her pussy, tracing around her clitoris and sucking her nipple with her until she came, a long, low intensity orgasm that had her almost crying with release. Groaning and straining, she finally fell backwards to the bed when she was done, knees in the air, tits exposed, pants opened.

I wanted to fuck her so bad right then. Instead, I removed my pants, watching her watch me as she continued playing with her nipples, dreamily licking her lips as she recovered herself. When I was done, I moved between her legs, slowly spreading her knees with no resistance from her at all.

It was something I'd never get over, the rights I had to her body, and never get enough of. My rocket bobbed and waggled as she watched, she grabbing and stroking it when I told her to. A minute later, it was me who was groaning, almost doubling over with each massive shot as she got me off with her hand, making me spurt again and again over her luscious breasts, sweater and panties. When we were done, she began picking it all up with a finger, sucking it clean in her mouth with a big smile before going back for more of the white, gooey jism.

"You're so dirty," I said with a smile as we lay, holding one another afterwards. "So beautiful and smart. So much fun to be with."

"Mmmm, sweetie pie..." she crooned, playing with one of my nipples. "You're so good to me."




My Other Mother Ch. 08



" ... Tomorrow night's Friday night."

"I know. I wonder what he'll have us do this time?"

"Roxy's gonna be there with him, right?"

"Uh huh. She'll be telling us what to do like last time, too."

"That'll be interesting. Hey, you're not gonna rig the game, are you?"

"No, that'd be no fun. ... There's something about performing like that."

" ... Yeah," I agreed with a smile.

"Oh, I see that perverted mind working."

"Like mother, like son, huh?"

She got a pretty good laugh out of this, saying afterwards, "I love the effect we have on Joe when he's watching. Roxy, too. Too bad Joe has to be taught."

"What are you going to do to him?"

"I haven't been sure, but lately... Well, I've discovered a little... something. I'm getting some ideas."

"I almost feel sorry for him."

"He had his chance."

Part 4

I was depressed the next day.

It didn't start right away, not when I got up or during breakfast with Mum, rather a few minutes after we kissed goodbye and while I was walking to work. Maybe it was the heavy clouds that threatened the rainstorm Wilfe advised we all pray fervently against that brought it on, I don't know, but it was as heavy as the clouds and brought along with it a feeling of impending self-destruction.

I didn't think much as I worked that morning, wallowing in my mood instead as the rain came down in buckets outside. Sure enough, we were soon standing in mud that threatened to top our boots and two men, me and a guy named Bruce, were pulled off the dig team to help the ever failing sumps keep up by filling buckets of mud from the floor.

Wilfe and Jimmy were covered from trying to keep those sumps working, half of us, myself included, went down in the muck to the applause of others and I saw three rats desperately scampering/swimming through it to the high ground between us. The one that made it past the business end of my shovel scurried up the old rock and cement foundation and through a hole less than half its size.

Poor Bruce, a tough looking man who appeared to be crowding sixty, was having a pretty hard time of it on his end and had to be replaced and rested for fifteen minutes before he could go back to digging the high ground away with the others. I watched him surreptitiously, wondering how many years he'd been doing this kind of thing, having to admire his dogged stamina. Since I'd begun working for Wilfe, I'd seen eight much younger and fitter guys than he simply stop, get the pay they'd earned for the day at that point and quit.

It was still pouring down when it was my turn to be the one man bucket brigade outside the window, but it was a relief. The rain beat down on me, rinsing the dirt and mud from my clothing, body and soul as I laboured, finally beginning to think of something beyond the dark addiction to my current mood.

It still bothered me, having sex with Mum. I'd stepped over a personal and social boundary that could never be re-crossed, even though we wouldn't actually fuck and even if we stopped doing what we were doing. And I'd done it so easily, giving in to my own perversion and how it grabbed hold of the idea once it was presented, how I so easily rationalized it in the true interest of what my cock wanted from her. It bothered me that this guilt would go away once I was with her again, and it would too, I knew. It always did.

Didn't that mean that those feelings for her mightn't even be real? If so, what if hers for me were no more real? She was the one who teased me, made it alright, my other mother who was always there, but with a much stronger presence since we'd arrived in Saint John. I suddenly wondered if she hadn't somehow put some kind of Jedi spell on me, like the way Marie did. And just exactly what was it that she'd 'discovered'?

My stomach began to cramp when my thoughts led me to the next logical one. What if, furthermore, my other mother brought out what would amount to 'her other son' when I was around her without me even knowing? Making me easier, more agreeable to what would normally be appalling and unthinkable... It would certainly explain things. I emptied a bucket of sludge over the pile inside the open gated dumpster, dropped the bucket and doubled over, bracing my gloved hand against the side to wait out an intense cramp.

This one felt like a red hot cable, slowly tightening in a knot around my guts, and a moment later I groaned painfully, the sound echoing inside the steel structure along with the driving rain.

I remembered Mum's tales of 'the misery sisters', the horrible little things they used to do, and compared them to those ideas I'd always get at school, how they turned to dares inside my head like another person(ality?) driving me on. I remembered Joe's expression when he looked close at me that time in our room and almost physically repelled the idea of him seeing the empty, bottomless, light absorbing blackness there that I saw in Mum's.

I groaned louder in mounting pain and, making it to the end of the dumpster, I closed the gate before going back to the ever growing pile of dirt that was quickly turning to mud to drop my pants. Inglorious as it sounds, I relieved myself right there. I would have one way or another anyway. By the time I was done, most of the pain had vanished and someone was yelling my name from the window.

Three buckets had piled up and I had to hustle, but their contents covered over my mess and the shirt pocket I had to use to clean myself up with. By then, the pain had mostly gone away, leaving in its place an attitude of forced neutrality with myself in the sense that it all seemed too unreal to be actually happening outside some totally warped dream. I'd been avoiding the personal aspect to what was going on and for good reason. For one thing, it was too disturbing to deal with and for another, I couldn't ever hope to help Mum if I was all messed up on myself.

"You're alone in this," I mumbled as I grabbed another full bucket and headed for the dumpster. "She may have had a good idea about what you could expect from her when she hit the bottle, but she didn't have a clue about what's really going on with her. Not even our other mother did, not like we do."

"She knows she's... separate from Mum," I replied. "At least that's the way she sees it, going by the way she's referred to herself."

"She probably just thinks she's a different personality."

"She must have looked into mental disorders like we have. She's gotta know that something inside her..."

" ... That there's something inside her."

"Yes. But, she's never said anything about how she thinks of it, what she thinks it is."

"No, that's not true. She told you from the outset about her mother, how these things get passed on and how people like her shouldn't drink. She thinks she's crazy."

"That was then. I have a funny feeling that since our other mother started hitting the bottle, she's been getting a stronger sense of herself. Like Marie has over the years, but not so much."

"Yeah, it was the bottle that caused... this. It's been growing stronger inside her all these years since that Olivia person did whatever she did to help her and waiting for a chance to take a stronger hand. Gotta get her off that as soon as possible, but... I'm afraid it might be too late."

" ... God, I hope not. We can't let her turn into Marie. We just can't. I'm so fuckin' scared, how do we deal with this?"

"We'll find a way. She said we could."

"What she said then was based on what she knew at the time. She may have been wrong and that's the part that scares the shit outta me. Dammit, now I'm not even sure I'm really myself when I'm with her and, by the fuckin' way, I'm not supposed to be talking to you! Who are you!? Where do you come from!?"

"Valid questions under the circumstances and ones I can no more answer than she could. (sigh) But, as much as I hate to tell you this, you are alone and without me, you'll never have a hope in hell of ever sorting this mess out. You need me because this is something you can't talk to her about, at least not until it's time to act. For God's sake, we've been running around behind her back... lying..."

"Don't even remind me. I've never lied to her, never. Not until all this shit started and now all of a sudden I'm rooting around in her purse and lying..."

"(sigh) ... Our motivations are pure."

"Yeah, I'm sure it looks that way when I'm blowing a load in her face and lovin' it. I get horny just thinking about that... watching her guzzle it all down her throat the way she does."

"Okay, we're getting hard, stop thinking about it, stop... thinking about it."

"Right. So... What's our next move?"

"Fucked if I know. The Library?"

" ... I guess, yeah. The Library. And I think we should talk to her again if a good opportunity comes up. I don't wanna steer the conversation if I don't have to, she's way too sharp for that and it feels like I've been pushing it."

"Right. ... And..."

"Oh, no."

"We have to."

"No, no, no, no, no!"

"We have to. Now that we've had our little shock, we have to know what she knows. We have to ask questions based on the Jedi Theory. We have to go back."

"I can't fuckin' do this!"

"We need definite answers to definite questions. I'm calling after work."

"She's fuckin' batty and she freaks the shit outta me!"

"I don't like it either, but we have to do it while we can."

"You don't even know if she'll tell the truth!"

"We'll think of a way to trick her, maybe. And remember, she's not exactly crazy, she's... whatever."

"A Sith Lord! Just fuckin' super! You remember what Yoda said about those who study evil being in turn studied by evil? Remember what Audrey mentioned about that? And remember that god damned dream while you're at it."

" ... Well, that's just the thing, isn't it? Is it evil? As far as we know, demon possession isn't like what we've been watching in Mum, and I don't know about you, but I don't feel particularly possessed. Plus, Marie told us it grows. Evil spirits don't grow and they don't pass on children through their host's children. And they do way freakier things."

"As far as we know," I reminded myself. "And what we know comes largely from a few movies that claim to be based on true stories."

" ... Library."

"Library," I agreed with a nod, bringing conversation with myself to a close.

Bruce had to go home for the rest of the day shortly after lunch because he wasn't feeling well, so I volunteered for his bucket brigade duty and got it. Of course, I was thoroughly soaked by the time I got back to digging and I laughed with the others when I fell again, some of the black mood lifted by my conversation and a next move in mind.

Though it had stopped raining, it was still foggy and damp by the time we knocked off at five. I was paid for my eight hours and then I started home, feeling a chill settling in after having stopped moving like I'd been all day, the aches and pains all over not helping this, but my mood hadn't fallen any further by the time I stopped at the phone booth.

"Shoreline residential."

" ... Audrey?"

"Yes, who's calling please?"

"Umm... this is Steven Burchell. I just wanted to apologize for the other day. I-I didn't mean to... you know."

"Yes," she replied, her already stressed tone becoming tighter.

"(sigh) ... Audrey, I... I heard the things you said in the kitchen after I left. I was outside the window trying to chill out and... well, I just overheard."

There was silence on the other end from the woman I didn't expect to still be working there.

"I know you have to be careful of what you say," I commiserated, "but... Well, I understand."

" ... I don't think you do."

"No, I... Audrey, I'm her grandson."

There was a long pause before she asked, "Why did you call?"

"Like I said, I wanted to apologize. I figured I'd get Maureen, though."

"She's running late, I'll pass on your apologies," she toned.

"Uhh... yeah, well-"

"Was there anything else?"

"Kind of. Did Marie, uhh, say anything about it after she calmed down?"

" ... Yes."

"What?"

Another long pause from the other end made it necessary to prod, "Audrey, I really have to know. Please."

" ... It sai- ... She said she wants to see you again. She said that if you came back, you were to be brought to her room immediately and..."

"And what?"

" ... And not let out."

A chill travelled up my spine at that and a small tremor began in my bones, working easily with the cold already there as it was my turn to take a long pause.

"An-anything else?" I finally asked.

"Just one thing."

"What?"

" ... She said... She said that she wants you. That you belong to her by default and that she wants you."

" ... Ah."

"Steven... Don't come back here. Please don't come back here, if not for your own sake, then for mine and Maureen's."

She couldn't stop me, though. If she could, she wouldn't have been asking me to stay away, she'd be telling me to. The last pause between us was mutual as I stood there, re-examining my decision to return for a second visit while, I'm sure, she was praying that I wouldn't.

Some moments later, I sighed, "I guarantee you that the very last thing I ever want to do, especially after what you just told me, is see her again, but sometimes we just gotta do what we gotta do. If you didn't understand that... you obviously wouldn't be working there now. Would you?"

"Oh, god," she lamented.

"I'm sorry, but it's not just about her, or even me. Someone I love... I wouldn't even be thinking of coming back if it weren't important, believe m-"

"I think we should meet," she interrupted with a desperate, half resigned voice.

" ... I-"

"Not here, out somewhere. Tim's on Waterloo St., tonight at Seven o'clock?"

"I'm not sure... yes, I want to meet, but I probably couldn't make that. In fact, I'm not sure I'll be able to get out tonight at all."

"Do you have pen and paper? I can give you my home phone number and you can call me when you're free to meet up."

"Um, okay, go ahead," I agreed, committing the number to memory as I actually didn't have pen and paper.

"Call me any time after six thirty; I get off work at six and I live uptown here, but please, please don't come back to Shoreline, at least not until we've had a chance to talk."

"Alright, I won't."

We let each other go and I left the booth as though that was where all my troubles were, still trembling and so achingly cold all over, as much because of Marie's post visit instructions to Audrey and Maureen as the day's work. The truth was that after that little bit of information, I was glad to go meet Audrey before a second visit, if I indeed had the nads for it. The thought was bad enough before.

"He who studies evil is in turn studied by evil," I reminded myself in a whisper.

" ... Oh, shut up!" I hissed, suddenly angry as though my fear had overflowed with nowhere else to go, angry at myself for letting it have such a hold over me, controlling me the way it was. "Just shut up! A fuckin' old woman! That's what we're talking about here, a fuckin' - old -- woman! No old woman is gonna scare us, no old woman is gonna get us, and sure as hell, no old woman is gonna outsmart us! And I don't give a flying fuck what's been growing inside of her all these years! No, we meet with Audrey as soon as possible and find out what she wants to tell us, get any information we can and then go to the Library. Then we set up a little visit. A controlled visit on our terms, not hers. We'll take our time and plan things out, just like when we glued all the washroom doors shut at school. We'll show the old bitch what kinda Jedi her daughter raised! Huh!?"

" ... Yeah. ... Fuck, yeah."

Part 5

"It looks worse than it is," I told her, standing in the open doorway but not entering. "I don't wanna come in like this though, so could you just hand me a pair of jeans and the shower stuff?"

She only stared me up and down with an expression of regret on her face, but turned to get the requested items without a word. I was doing some staring of my own as I got harder and harder. She wore a white, short sleeved top with a low, widely squared neckline showing all kinds of cleavage and I could easily see the outlines and whiter areas of the white bra she wore underneath. It was tucked into a thin gray skirt that went halfway to her knees and covered the tops of the white stockings she wore. Her gray shoes had three inch heels and I loved the way she walked on them as she approached the door with our shower bag, her fantastic tits jouncing and jiggling as they could within her bra with each step.

"Oh my god, Mum. Wow, you look just incredible," I drooled.

She couldn't help but lower her head and smile at this, she loved my compliments that much, but she looked up at me from under her brows after, smile mostly gone, and spoke with a regretful tone that matched her expression.

"I can't imagine what it's like for you at that job, but my pride and gratitude are only matched by my horror that you're actually doing it. Sweetie pie, it's not much longer, I swear."

"Mum, I'm telling you it's not that bad. It's just a bit of dirt, that's all. It washes off easier than a bad dream."

I don't know why I said that, but it got a slight cock of her head and a short pause before she went on with, "You're too good for slave labour, grinding yourself down for people who'll never truly appreciate it, too smart to waste yourself like that. They should be working for you."

I smiled in turn at her compliments, but told her, "Ah, it's alright, Mum. It builds character and it's a lot more respectable than working at a fast food joint."

" ... You're quite a man for being such a good boy."

"I wish Joe the pig would stop calling me that."

"Oh, he will. You just wait and see how he stops. Every time he calls you that tonight, I want you to remember that it'll be that much worse for him before he leaves. Okay, sweetie pie?"

"Okay."

"I love you so much."

"I love you more."

"Don't start," she chuckled. "Come on, let's get to the shower before somebody else grabs it. I'll bag your dirty clothes and after your shower, you can tell me all about your day over supper. I got KFC for us."

"I definitely love you more."

"White bikini briefs?" I asked when I sat at the table in a pair of older blue jeans and a dark blue Jays T-shirt, a glass plate from the Dollar Store loaded with chicken, fries and slaw with a bottle of beer in front of me.

She grinned and looked down at her own plate as we both dug in without any preamble, saying, "They're only a little smaller than your Speedos and I can't wait to see you in them."

"But, white underwear for a guy? One who's in my current line of work at that?"

"So just wear them for me. You like my lingerie, right?"

"I love it."

"Well, women like stuff, too."

" ... Anything for you, Mum. Where'd you get them, anyway?"

"On sale," she said with a pleased smile.

"And the beer?"

"The liquor store, of course."

"Yeah," I laughed, "but why?"

"Well, I know I shouldn't, but it's Friday and it's only one. A lot of men like a nice cold beer with their meal after work, so I thought it'd be a nice treat."

I didn't like the idea of drinking, considering my possible (probable) 'other me', but she was right, it was only one and I didn't want to hurt her feelings by refusing. We enjoyed a really good meal together with the inner troubles of the day mostly banished from my mind as I knew they would be once I was with her again.




My Other Mother Ch. 08



When I was finished telling her about my day, minus such highlights as the rats, the mud, the falling, Bruce having to go home and my sudden attack of gut-rot, she went on to tell me about her day. She'd actually found a gig for the band, which she'd decided to call, The Grind, at a small pub in town called, The Hole In The Wall. It wasn't a high paying gig, but she was certain they were ready for a real audience and wanted them to have the confidence of an easy crowd and a paycheck. She was quite upbeat about it and it showed in her mood, making it hard to see my other mother as a bad thing, as usual.

We'd finished and were sitting there watching some light television together, glancing at one another's bodies every so often when, at ten after seven, there came the knock at our door.

I let them in this time, Joe in his usual drab garb with Roxanne in tow. She wore a bright yellow halter top with a pair of white denim shorts, snug and a bit skimpy. Joe held a shopping bag and stood in the middle of the floor looking at us approvingly, eagerly as I shut the door.

"All ready to pay your rent?" he leered.

Mum said nothing, only took up her usual proud and defiant attitude with him. Roxanne looked a bit nervous as she hesitantly nodded her silent greeting, looking from one of us to the other as though trying to make sure of our approval. Having been just as nervous last Friday, Joe would've suspected nothing.

"I'll take your silence as a yes," he laughed, taking a seat in Mum's chair at the table again. "Here, boy, take this."

He held out the bag and I dutifully went and took it from him, looking inside. It was a plastic shower curtain, the kind that's dark blue with really colourful fish and aquatic plant life all over it. It was still in the package along with two large bottles of what appeared to be baby oil.

Oh, boy.

"Give the curtain to your mother so she can spread it out on the bed," he instructed.

I did this too, Mum's eyes meeting mine for a questioning instant before she looked at the package I handed her from the bag. She blinked at it, but began opening it up to spread out, all of us watching the backs of her thighs as her skirt rode up in back, the tops of her stockings showing with a small, enticing glimpse of garter straps every so often. Once she was done, he spoke again while Roxanne watched, almost bug eyed from my chair.

"Now the both of you hop up on the bed. Boy, take the surprise bag with you."

We obliged, each of us kicking our shoes off with me in my bare feet, she sitting on her hip with her legs together.

"Should we have them kiss and make out?" Roxanne asked our Super. "So they can warm up?"

" ... Nah. Let's get 'em started cold. Kathleen, take your boy's pants off."

I straightened my legs, propping my upper body with my arms behind me and watched her lean over to start unfastening the front of my pants. She slowly pulled them down while her eyes stayed on the ever growing bulge in my underwear. I could see right down her shirt as she did this and the way her boobs loaded her bra in that position was nothing short of phenomenal.

"Oh, fuck... Look at him, Roxy, he's already hard for her. Nice undies... Leave those on for now, but take his shirt off."

Mum accomplished this at the same leisurely speed, her fingers trembling slightly, breath coming heavier, faster.

"Now, take one of the bottles from the bag. ... Surprise!"

Mum only looked blank faced at was in her hand and I had no idea what she was thinking.

"Go ahead and start oiling him up. Boy, spread your legs so she can get between them."

It was baby oil, but in gel form according to the label. Mum opened the top while getting to a kneeling position in front of me and between my legs. She turned the clear plastic container upside down and squeezed some out over my chest, allowing a thick string of it to land there and slowly run downwards under its own weight.

"More," Roxanne directed. "There's lots, so don't worry."

She dumped it over me liberally, the thick, flowing gobs running down my front and over my bulging desire. She moved on to my legs when told, running thick, sagging lines up and down each of them.

"Squirt some right down his underwear," Roxanne husked, sitting forward a little now as Joe was. "A lot of it."

She pulled the front of my underwear out and both of us watched as she practically filled them with the slippery gel. When she was done and allowed the elastic band to gently return to my abdomen, it felt out of this world, the way my prick was surrounded by the stuff and, with a small gasp, my hardon completed itself.

"Now, spread it around with your hands," Roxanne told her. "Make sure his whole body is covered."

That felt even better and I had to stifle a moan at my mother's loving touch on my shoulders, her hands slipping over them to my back and then around to my chest.

"Feel good, boy?" he asked me.

I just nodded, closing my eyes and enjoying this little treatment as I began to feel an ever increasing amount of the gel on the plastic shower curtain underneath me.

"I think you need more oil," Roxanne said while squirming slightly in her seat.

Mum complied, squeezing even more of the stuff out over my chest and down my back. She slowly rubbed this in as well before moving on to my legs, making the whole thing a brief, full body massage that really felt super after the day I'd had.

"Saving the best for last, Kathleen?" our Superintendant jeered.

"Shut up," she told him with a quiet humility.

This only evoked laughter from Joe and I reminded myself that these were probably the last laughs he'd have, at least for a long time. I had no idea what Mum had in store for him, but after the tales of the misery sisters, I knew it couldn't be good.

"Call your mother a slut, boy."

" ... Mum, you're a slut."

"Call her a fat whore."

" ... No."

"What?"

"I said no," I repeated, glaring at him hatefully.

I wasn't about to undo all those compliments on her body that I sincerely meant by calling her that. It was one thing to call her a whore, both of us knowing she loved it, but she wasn't fat and, after Dad leaving her for the sticklady, there was just no way in hell I was going to call her that.

"My mum is not fat and if you ever insinuate she is again, I'll break your fat fuckin' head, rent or no rent. Got that?"

I watched his expression change like the last time as he sat back a little, Mum's hands squeezing affectionately on my thigh as he replied, "Hey, don't get so excited, boy. No need to get like that."

"I'll be the judge of that," I told him.

He looked away from me, watching Mum's hands as he let the subject die. I looked back at her in time to receive a warm, approving kiss on the lips from her smiling mouth.

After a few quiet moments, Roxanne nervously cleared her throat and said, "Steven, why don't you lean back a bit so your mum can, uh, finish you up and... stuff."

I did this as the deepening, viscous pool ran over the curtain and towards Mum's knees in the depression they were now making. Her hands went to my chest and then to my sides, trailing down slowly to my hips as we looked at each other off and on, her lips slightly parted. She worked her way in, over my briefs as her attention fell to my hardened member, it's flesh colour clearly defined behind the oil soaked, white cotton. It lay in there on a slight diagonal, actually throbbing for her, trying to leap to her hand when her fingertips finally brushed across it, then ran down its length to my balls.

"I bet you wish you could suck that right now, don't you?" Joe challenged, a little hesitantly after the Jedi look I was sure I gave him.

She barely nodded, rubbing harder now as I gasped aloud.

"You love it, don't you?" Roxanne asked. "Sucking your own son's big, beautiful cock."

Her reply was a shameful nod, me knowing there was little shame in her over my cock.

"Tell me," our undercover friend toned.

" ... I love sucking my own son's cock," Mum quietly admitted, looking at her, then briefly to me before returning her attention to between my legs.

"What else?"

"I love it when he... sticks it between my tits."

"And...?"

" ... I love his cum on my face... and... in my mouth."

"Ohh, god," Roxanne hissed, spreading her legs and caressing her own, bare inner thigh.

"Go ahead and get it out." Joe instructed, mostly over the little start I gave him and rubbing himself through his pants.

"Yeah," Roxanne agreed. "Show us what you made."

"Mmm," my mother replied, totally turned on with her hard nipples now pokingly visible through both her bra and shirt.

It felt so good, her hand creeping into the leg hole of my briefs, grabbing hold of me and slowly working it to the side and out. My oiled balls easily fell out right after with a little help from her other hand pulling the crotch of my underwear aside. Everyone in the room made a small sound except me when my mother began proudly stroking my rock hard member, the oil making wet sounds between it and her hand as it travelled slowly up and down.

"Uhh-hh! Ohh, Mum!"

" ... Yeah... play with the head," Joe encouraged."

And there was pride in Mum's expression, as much as the pride she obviously took in handling me, and I once again got the full measure of her expertise in this. She and her touch owned me.

"I think he needs more oil," Joe suggested.

She picked up the bottle and, while holding me with her hand, oozed a large amount out over the head of my cock, a lot of it running between my legs and down to the oil puddle she was kneeling in.

"Ohhh, yeah, Mum..." I breathed. "Stroke my cock. Uhh!"

"Oooooh, sweetie pie..." she passionately hissed, gladly stroking my hardness again while now massaging my balls with her other hand.

After a minute of this treatment I was getting damned close, but Roxanne felt it was time to move on.

"Umm, I think it's Kathleen's turn now."

Mum looked over, regretfully taking her hands from me as I sat forward again. She moved back, spreading her knees for balance in the slippery puddle as I got to mine across from her, trying not to smile in anticipation.

"Don't be afraid to use it all," the pig said as I took the new bottle in my hand, the one Mum used on me still about a quarter full. "Kathleen, stick those fuckin' big tits out for him... Yeah, there ya go."

As she did this before me, I opened the bottle and upended it over the top of her chest and squeezed. Having more hand strength, a surprising amount of the stuff deposited itself, she jumping a little at the oily contact. I squirted a bunch more and moved the thick stream up over her shoulders, dousing the bared skin inside the wide collar of her shirt and making sure a large amount would run down the back of it.

I returned to her front, watching what I already poured there sagging down over and between her breasts, soaking the cloth beneath them and making it cling to her body as she moaned quietly. I poured more all over, almost salivating as wave after heavy wave ran down her chest, coating the white garment and slowly soaking in, the access running over and down to hang from the bottoms of her breasts.

"Stick it right down her shirt," Roxanne panted, slowly rubbing her pussy through her shorts.

I did so, not sparing the bottle whatsoever before reaching around her and sticking it down the back of her collar to add more back there. Pulling her into me with a very audible "squish" from inside her shirt, I spread it around with my other hand while she moaned louder, loving this even more than I had.

"Down her skirt..." Roxanne breathed.

I squirted down the back of her skirt first, watching it quickly darken the top of the light Gray material before separating from her to do her hips, then her front. By the time I was finished it was running slow streams down the inside of her thighs, a steady, thick drip coming from between them as if it were running from inside her pussy.

As though I should have thought of it myself, Joe said, "Take her skirt off, boy."

The freedom to stare at my mother's body is how I knew the skirt would simply unclasp at her waist. She seemed a little surprised I had this knowledge as I quickly stripped her of it, tossing it to the foot of the bed and taking a good look at what was underneath.

She was also wearing white bikini underwear, but of the Lady's variety, soaked in oil like mine were with her swelled, pouting lips clearly visible beneath them. It was one of the biggest turn-ons I'd ever experienced.

"Work it in now," Roxanne softly, haltingly instructed. "Work it in all over... Yeah, oh Steven... Put your hands everywhere. All over your mother's beautiful body."

I started with her shoulders and worked my way down her chest, grabbing her tits and kneading, gently working them against one another in her soaked shirt and bra.

"Ohhh... Oh, baby, Mummy... likes that..." she passionately whispered.

Her hands found my cock and she held on to it with both, squeezing and slowly pumping as her eyes closed. Her back had arched even further and she moaned aloud when I dumped more oil down her chest and inside her now translucent pullover. One of her low riding bra cups had slipped down, the hard, dark nipple freed and clearly discernable. I grabbed it in my fingers through her top, pinching and twisting, pulling like I'd seen her do.

"Oooooh!"

By the time I was done, that boob was hanging half out of her bra and at an odd angle while I ran my hands all over her stomach and hips, exposing her narrow, white garter strap, also soaked in oil. When I was done there, I dumped yet more down her chest, back and arms, emptying the bottle. I watched as it ran down her garter straps and from the crotch of her panties, helping to create an even larger viscous puddle under our knees.

"Oh, fuck!" Joe panted, his dick out, pants pushed down to his knees and playing with himself while he watched. "Roxy, get over here and suck me."

"I paid my rent, Joe."

" ... Well, maybe your rent just went up."

"I paid my rent," she quietly, but firmly repeated.

"Ohhh, Mum! Feels so good!" I sincerely groaned, drawing Joe's attention from Roxanne, who now had her shorts pushed halfway down her thighs, one hand inside her sea foam green boycuts.

I grabbed the bottle she'd been using, gingerly pulled her briefs away from her abdomen and squeezed the bottle hard over and over, ejaculating its contents against her belly and down her panties before reaching around her to do the same thing in back. She moaned softly in my ear, still pumping my cock with both hands, her amazing breasts thrusting from between her upper arms and against my chest.

Then I began rubbing that in, slowly and unapologetically moving my hands all over her ass, thighs and back up again to rub her pussy, making her flinch and cry out in pleasure. I lost myself in this, both hands rubbing her crotch, in and out from the back and front, down her hips, up her thighs and between her cheeks.

"Ohh, honey! Ohhh! Ohhh, baby, fuck!" she whined.

"Ohh, god...!" Roxanne dramatically exclaimed. "They're so... beautiful together! "Uhh- h!"

"Ha- havin fun with her, boy?"

I only nodded, barely taking any attention away from her at all.

"Ever think about fuckin' her?"

Mum inhaled sharply at this as I hesitated, but nodded again.

"How 'bout you, Kathleen? You ever fantasize about your boy's cock up inside you?"

"I... that would- be too... ooohhh! That's going too f-farrr."

"But, have you fantasized about it?" he pressed.

"I... yes, but... Mmmm?"

With an obvious effort, she let go of my dick and pushed me and my hands away from her, looking at our two visitors with only a shred of composure.

"That's going too far. I- I can't have actual... sex. Not with my own son."

"He's eaten your pussy," Joe countered. "You've sucked his cock and both of you loved it. I'd call that sex."

" ... It's... It's not the same thing, it's too... it's so wrong."

"Boy... did you like tearing your mother's panties off last week?"

"Yeah," I quietly admitted.

"Well, I'll tell you what," he replied. "Since she doesn't seem too into it... I want you to rape your mother."

I think we were both surprised at this and we only looked at him while the idea struck a chord within me. He smiled at our reaction while Roxanne paid close attention, her jaw slightly open like Mum's.

"Yeah," he added. "Just think of all the times she pissed you off, all the times she spanked you when you were a kid. All the times she yelled at you and wouldn't let you have your way, all the times she grounded you. I can just imagine what it was like with the bitch. She deserves it, boy. ... Doesn't she?"

I looked slowly around at Mum, she at me. Her expression of alarm spoke of the expression that must have been on my face as I beheld her, kneeling there with her legs spread, an oiled goddess there for my pleasure.

"Ohh, sweetie pie... You don't really want to rape mummy, do-"

I grabbed the front of her shirt and promptly tore it open, totally getting off on the look of surprise that leapt to her features. She tried to stop me, but it was too late and the boob that had fallen free of her bra was suddenly completely exposed. Then I just went crazy with it, grabbing her bra and wrenching it down and off, breaking both straps and the clasp at the back in the process before it slapped down on the floor.

"Sweetie pie!" she yelped, trying to ward me off as I tore her shirt down further, so its shoulders were at her elbows, both her shiny breasts completely exposed.

Her body was jerked and hauled by my actions and when I pushed her down and grabbed the front of her panties for the same type removal, she grabbed them as well, making it a quick, violent tug of war until they were shredded.

"Honey, noooo!" she begged uselessly. "I'm your mu- ahhh!?"

I threw myself on her, both of us down in the large puddle of gel and struggling against each other. She actually put up one hell of a fight and I didn't use my Jujitsu training because I was enjoying her struggles too much to have them stop too soon, so we continued to gasp and grunt, twisting and rolling in the oil while she surprised me with her strength, making me wonder if I'd have to use my training after all.

But once I got her on her back, my hips between her slick, oil shined thighs, it was as good as over for her. Her legs swung and kicked around as I held her arms pinned by her wrists at either side of her shoulders, holding them down with my weight as I ground my slippery, eager manhood against her wet pussy.

"No! No-o!" she protested in high pitched, breathless gasps as my cockhead began grinding her clit. "Mmm-mm! Mmmm! No! Uh-h!"

"Oooooohhhh!" Roxanne moaned, getting off vicariously, fingers busily playing between her legs while Joe stared, pumping himself quickly, pausing to spit on his palm before continuing with sagging jaw.

My cockhead was suddenly caught in Mum's opening, making her expel a sound something like a hiccup as I paused, allowing it to slowly find it's slippery way inside as her struggles renewed. After a short pause of appreciation, I just went the rest of the way, slowly shoving my spike up inside my own mother's deep and delicious pussy.

"Oh, sweetie pie, no! Ah- awwwwww! Owwww, oh, gaaaaawwddd, baby, you're hurting your mummyyyy!!"

Oh, she was tight, just like I knew. Possibly even tighter than Staci, and I also knew Mum was telling me the truth about me being bigger than Dad was and that she hadn't had sex in years. The best part was watching her body writhe beneath me, her eyes wide open as she beheld me in drop jawed shock and wonder, possibly that I'd take her like this and so enjoy it. Whatever the reason, her agonized wailing drowned out my groans as I slowly drove myself deeper and deeper until I felt her end, still pushing until our pelvises pressed hard together as her wailing turned to outright screaming.




My Other Mother Ch. 09



Part 1

As regretful as I was about pulling my undiminished erection from my mother, the full weight of how I'd gone against her wishes, actually even raping her, blasted my awareness like a flamethrower. However, beyond our mutual experience, she gave no hint as to how she felt about my violation, her narrowed eyes already having targeted Joe, but I could tell right away that something about her was... different. 

She sat up with a slight moan in the oil filled hole we'd coupled in and I nervously helped her to the edge of the bed while I kept my eyes wisely averted.

Joe had just put his dick away, Roxanne refastening her shorts at the same time, and was buttoning his vest over the fresh cum stains on his shirt when Mum got to her feet. She stood there looking at him, oil running from her body to puddle on the floor while my jism ran quickly down her inner thighs. With no expression at all, she finished tearing her pullover from her body, allowing it to hit the floor with its own wet slap as Roxanne looked on with her eyes wide in apprehension over what came next. I wondered if she knew any more than I did.

In her stockings and one inch wide garter belt, dangerously attractive black streaks in her long, oil soaked blonde hair, she said with a dead frozen tone, "You're in my chair."

"So?"

"So, get out of it and get down on your knees."

" ... Ffffu- ha haaaa!"

Mum's cold non-expression held as I remembered how much she hates being laughed at. Her eyes stayed right on him and when he caught them, his laughter slowly died, replaced by another reaction that only the Jedi stare could bring about."

"Get – out – of – my – chair. Now."

He did, too. I think anybody would have, but the fact that he'd been at least partially mesmerized surely added to his compliance in that. He stood warily a few steps away from it, unwisely but unavoidably closer to Mum in the confined floor area of our home and spoke with a phony confidence, but I saw the look in his eye, remembering the sluggishness of mind I'd experienced with Marie.

"Ahh... I guess I got my money's worth, anyway."

"On your knees," Mum repeated, ignoring his comment.

He only stared at her, confused while different emotions seemed to fight for control.

The top of her foot suddenly interrupted the battle, kicking up in a quick, forceful arc to catch him squarely in the nads, the impact actually lifting his heels from the floor for an instant. Two seconds later, he was on his knees in front of her, groaning and trying not to throw up, clutching his privates in agony. I uncomfortably reminded myself that I'd just raped this woman, sincerely hoping my punishment wouldn't include anything like what I'd just seen.

"Maybe the next time I tell you to get to your knees, you'll just do it. Hm?"

"Oooaaagggghhh- ulk!" Joe replied.

"Look at me."

He didn't seem to hear, only stared at the floor as he moaned, rocking back and forth until Mum picked a flat, stainless steel ruler from the table. Pitbull had given it and some other stationary odds and ends to her during the move (Mum loves stationary almost as much as she does sex) and without preamble, she struck him hard across the face with it.

"AAAHHHHGGH! FUCK!"

She struck him twice more, eliciting more howls of pain before she repeated, "Look – at – me!"

He did, his fear, pain and rage evident in his expression, but the partial effect of Mum's Jedi stare again forced his compliance. 

She bent a little closer to his eyelevel and clarified, "Look me in my eyes, pig!"

At this point I was sitting at the edge of the bed, my leftover erection forgotten as I watched him slowly, fearfully make eye contact with her. After a long minute, she began laying down the law.

"From here on in, you will always refer to me as... 'Ms. Burchell'. And if you ever, ever call my son 'boy' again, the punishment will be severe. Quite severe. Am I understood, pig?"

"Y-yes?" he stammered, his eyes now held fast by her Jedi stare.

She viciously beat his face with the ruler again, demanding afterwards, "Yes, what!?"

"Ahhh! ... Yes, Ms. Burchell!"

"You will always refer to my son as 'Mr. Burchell'. Understood, pig?"

"Yes, Ms. Burchell!"

"That's better. Also from now on, whenever you see either of us, you will stop what you're doing and look down at your feet. I don't care if it's here, out in the hall, out in the street, in front of your boss or what, you look down at those feet and keep looking at them until we're gone or you're told otherwise. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Ms. Burchell!"

"You will always look me straight in the eyes when we speak and you will never show me your back. You will back out of a room when leaving my presence every time until you are out of my sight."

"Yes, Ms. Burchell!"

"You will never use foul language in front of me and you will never speak to me or my son until, or unless we speak to you first, and even then only to answer questions."

"Yes, Ms. Burchell," Joe blurted, becoming even further entranced by those eyes bearing down on him, just like I was by Marie although this was somehow different.

"You will always do exactly what you're told, when you're told to do it."

"Yes, Ms. Burchell."

"From this time on, you do what I tell you. I expect total obedience. Failure to give me that will result in punishment, and I promise you of extreme severity in that case. And Joe... If I ever get even the slightest inkling that you're working against me or my son, I'll make such a mess of you that your life won't be worth two cents from then on. Your future depends on your loyalty to me for however long I have use for you. Get it, pig?"

He only made a fearful sound of understanding, nodding resignedly which earned him another whack across the face with the flexible, stainless steel strip.

"Do you get it!?" she raged.

"Yes, Ms. Burchell!" he sobbed, all anger long gone from his expression as a thin line of blood rose to the cuts she'd just made across his cheek and the bridge of his nose.

"You think this is bad!? You think I'm being unfair!?" she sneered hatefully. "You, who so easily exploits the vulnerable!? You think I feel bad because you're crying!? Huh!?"

"I di-! please don't- I didn't-!" Joe plead, earning him several more slashes about the face and head until she stopped, grabbing him by a fistful of hair to roughly, painfully force his gaze back to her eyes with a wrenching jerk. She simply held him there, glaring hatefully into his eyes until he was reduced to a shrunken, blubbering wreck. Finally, she let him go, straightening up as his mesmerized expression held her gaze despite the outright terror it seemed to be producing within him.

"In the bathroom down the hall," my mother finally went on, "as I'm sure you know, you'll find a toilet plunger. You go there now and bring it right back here, and if I see your backside while you're leaving, things will get very... very bad for you, pig."

At this point, the pain in his crotch had either abated, or his experience with Mum was a sufficient distraction from it. (I would have bet on the latter) He went to get up, only to be kicked mercilessly down to the floor by Mum's foot.

"On your knees," she tersely instructed.

We all watched him climb back to his knees to do a shuffling semicircle around her before backing awkwardly for the door. Holding her gaze the entire time, he reached back, found the door knob and opened it, backing out of the room and closing it after with a whimper.

In the sudden and complete silence of his temporary absence, Mum's gaze turned to Roxanne, who shrank back for an instant, her amazed expression beginning to turn to fear. But then she relaxed and the most adoring smile appeared as she obviously saw something other than what Joe saw.

" ... Oh, Kathleen. ... I love you."

"I know, baby, I love you, too. I'm guessing the oil was your idea?"

"Yeah," she giddily agreed, beaming in Mum's sudden smiling approval.

"Mmmm," she replied, glancing at me for a split second. "I'm afraid you'll have to be punished for that."

"Okay."

" ... Roxie, we're going to take good, good care of you."

"Yes."

"Soon, you'll be free to go wherever you choose and start again. We'll ensure you have the financial means."

"I want to stay with you and Steven."

Mum moved closer, tracing an oily fingertip along Roxanne's jaw line and saying, "I'm happy to hear that... But the choice is really yours. You don't have to commit yourself now, just be with us while we need you, while you need us. That's all I ask, baby."

"Okay."

She turned and her gaze settled on me as her finger fell away from her chin. At this point, I no longer had any trouble believing in the Jedi theory at all and I was quick to apologize in a wavery voice that was a little higher than my own while avoiding her eyes. I was scared, alright. I'd just seen what my other mother was really all about.

"Mum, I- I'm sorry, I go- got carried away there, I- I didn't mean to- but I was so turned on and-"

"Carried away?" she asked, looking at me with the humoured smile my real mother always used to use when she was joking around. "When did you get carried away, sweetie pie?"

"Um, uhh, well, when I uhh..."

"Raped me?" she asked, smiling wider.

"Ye- uh... (ahem) yes."

She moved in and took my chin in her fingers, stooping to give me a rough, needy kiss. Drawing back to behold me, her eyes with their impossible black brightness whipped my face with unmasked lust.

"Sweetie pie... You've been a very bad boy." 

I found myself swept up by her eyes, suddenly displaying a sheepish smile while I actually giggled a bit.

"You've lived up to my imagination," she finished with a dangerously sexy tone.

"Uhhhhh..." I beamed, as much under her spell as Roxanne.

She opened her mouth and was about to reply when three quiet knocks were heard from our door. Her expression sharpened, became darker as she let go of my chin, standing straight again to direct a cold, careless gaze in that direction.

"Enter!" she snapped.

The door swung slowly open and there he was, on his knees like he was told. He hustled inside, his frightened expression still in place and I wondered if he went all the way to the bathroom and back like that. Holding the plunger in his hand, he tried to avoid Mum's eyes as he looked up at her.

"Take your clothes off. All of them."

He slowly complied until she told him to double time it. When he was finished, he once again waited for further instruction beside the pile of his clothing, plunger in hand and a dazed look in his eyes. This was becoming comical in a strangely giddy way.

"Roxanne, empty all his pockets. Whatever you find, put it here on the table."

"Yes, Kathleen," Roxanne immediately replied, getting up and going about this.

Looking back to Joe, nodding to the plunger he held, she dispassionately ordered, "Lick it and stick it to the floor."

The revulsion at the very idea hit his face immediately and he begged, "Please, no Ms.-"

That was a mistake. Growing up, the word 'no' wasn't in my vocabulary when dealing with Mum. She rudely snatched the plunger from his hand and whacking him over the head with it a few times with the rubber end while he yelled in pain, humiliation and fear.

"How dare you tell me 'no'!" she raged, clouting him for effect with each accented word she yelled at him. "You worthless piece of trash, you never tell me no!" 

"I'm sorry, Ms. Burchell, I'll never do it again!"

"Then lick it!" she commanded, driving the cup into his face and holding it there for him.

I had to stifle a laugh, almost expecting it to stick to his face so he had to struggle to remove it like in the cartoons. But it didn't and he instead began licking with his eyes closed, a look of total revulsion on his face.

"Look me in the eyes! God, how many times will I have to tell you these things!? ... Use more saliva, get it good and wet!"

Again, he complied, slobbering over the rubber edge of the toilet tool and gagging as I silently commended my mother for giving Joe what people like him deserve. But there was more to come.

"Now, here," she sneered, handing it to him when she'd decided he was done, "stick it to the floor."

He hesitated less than a second, probably wondering where this would lead, but drove it downward, securing it to the floor with a 'pwup!' and looking at Mum afterwards.

"Now, sit on it. Fuck yourself up the ass."

He only stared, but quickly went about doing it after she picked up the stainless steel ruler again, looking down on him menacingly, but without a word.

"Look me in the eyes, idiot, in the eyes!"

There was no question that she'd become aware of what she was capable of with those eyes. She was using them as a tool, a weapon even, and I was quite interested in seeing what all she could do with them as our Superintendant helplessly complied in the face of their dark power. He wasn't just mesmerized, he was controlled.

Getting to his feet, he crouched, lining the handle of the upright plunger to his anus before slowly settling on it with fresh tears.

"Please, Ms. Burchell! Please!"

Her reply was to put her hand on the top of his head and, with her upper lip curled in disgust and hatred, begin pushing down. Joe soon started screaming as the handle began slowly disappearing up inside him, his eyes locked on hers. I watched the muscles in his thighs tighten and strain against her downward force, but it was useless. When I thought his screams would shatter the window, once again making me wonder what in hell our neighbours must be thinking, she removed her hand. I figured he had just over a foot of plunger handle suitcased at that point.

Roxanne, standing beside the table and the pile of Joe's personal effects on it, stared in awe at this spectacle, the man she'd looked to for help and protection, but who had provided exploitation in return, forced to this humiliation before her eyes. I couldn't tell what she was thinking, but I probably shared her expression, especially considering the fresh, raging hardon between his legs.

"Come on, bob up and down on it and start jerking off. The sooner you cum, the sooner you leave."

He continued crying, now only yelling instead of screaming, but started agonizingly fucking himself on the plunger as ordered, one hand wrapping around his penis to pump himself with while the other held the handle beneath him.

"Feel that, pig?" my mother flung. "That's how it feels when you're fucked. You might want to remember that and how you feel right now the next time you want to exploit somebody who's already fucked. Get it?"

"Yaaaaz, Ms, Burchell, ahhh!"

"You thought you could screw with me..." Mum jeered. "Now, you tell me, pig... am I anyone to screw around with?"

"Noooo, Ms. Burchell!"

She whacked him across the face with the ruler, shouting, "I told you never to tell me 'no'!"

"(SOB!) I'm sorry, Ms. Burchell! You're nobody to screw around with, Ms. Burchell! Ahhhhhh, god it huuurts!!"

"Yes, that's your problem," she said, stepping to the table to sort through his belongings, picking up a roll of cash. "This the rent money you collected today?"

"Ahhh-, yesss, Ms. Burchell!"

"Good," she said, peeling off notes. "I'm changing our rental agreement. From here on, we live rent free and that's retroactive. What that means is that I'm taking back everything we paid you, both in cash and your little sex shows. At two hundred per week, that means five hundred Dollars by your own count."

He didn't reply to this, only kept howling. I suppose he'd have happily paid five hundred Dollars just to get off the plunger he was obediently sodomizing himself with.

"How you make it up is, again, your problem," she said, putting the five hundred Dollars aside, the remainder of the cash roll back with his things. 

She then picked up his wallet, rifled through it, removed more cash which she sat aside with the five hundred Dollars before fishing a card out of the leather billfold.

"The PIN, what is it?" she asked, holding his ATM card in front of his face.

Looking into her eyes, he ground out with a pathetic whine, Two, two, three zerooooo, Ms. Burchell! Nngaaaaa-aaah!"

"I'm keeping this," she informed, turning back to the table and tossing the card to 'her' pile. After writing the PIN down, an inspection of his cell phone came next. Writing something else down, she put the phone back in the original pile and picked up a leather jackknife case that Joe always carried on his belt. She opened it and removed a medium sized Buck knife, opened the locking blade to inspect it and closed it again with an expression of approval before tossing it aside as well. After his credit card, cigarettes, gold coloured butane lighter and his watch joined her collection of recent acquisitions, she looked down at him as though pondering what came next.

As for Joe, his yelling had mostly stopped. I figured he got used to the pain to a point where his loud groans, yelping and sobbing was sufficient. In any case, I wasn't complaining. It was becoming irritating.

"As for Roxanne..." Mum said thoughtfully, looking at her again before slowly walking up to her, making me wonder if the brunette's suddenly increased level of anxiety was an act. Looking back to Joe with an evil smirk, she offered, "I suppose I should thank you."

"Roooxzyyy?" Joe whined, seemingly just remembering she was there with a strange, hopeful expression.

"Sorry, Joe. Kathleen says she'll help me and I believe her." Beaming at Mum, she added, "She's so beautiful..." 

With that, Mum smiled benevolently on her, guiding her to the bed with her hand at the small of her back.

"I think it's your turn to be raped," she happily decided, shoving our friend down on the bed. 

"Noooo!" she protested with a laugh, struggling defensively in the same manner Mum did as we both fell on her.

She was down in the hole underneath me in no time as Mum and I laughed along with her, our combined efforts easily overwhelming hers. By the time she was tapped out, she was soaked like we were, her halter top having fallen down to her belly during the struggle, perky breasts with their totally erect nipples now as shiny as my mother's. I grabbed them and started feeling them up, pinching her nipples while Mum began unfastening her shorts to her begging, laughing protests and weak resistance.

Joe watched all this, managing to get off on it as he appeared to be doing a lot better with the plunger.

After Roxanne's shorts came her panties, hastily pulled off so Mum could begin playing with her friend's pussy and ass, working a finger up each lubricated orifice with a lustfully devious grin.

"Ohh! Ohh, my ass!"

"Yeah, it's a nice one," I laughed. "And now it's all ours."

"Let's get her on her hands and knees so you can fuck it, honey," Mum suggested.

"Whaa!?"

"Shhhhhh- shhh- shhh- shhh," Mum soothed. "I'm sure you'll just love it. Look, Joe does."

He did seem to be enjoying it, the sudden flush of embarrassment taking over his face evidence to Mum's observation. As for myself, I had reservations. I'd never done that before and I was afraid I'd hurt her but, at the time, I seemed just as caught up in Mum's Jedi spell as Roxanne and Joe. The fact that I was no longer worried about having just raped my mother proved it and while this was known to me at the time, it seemed an easy thing to ignore.

We got her to her hands and knees, Mum slowly inserting her middle finger up Roxanne's ass and instructing, "Sweetie pie, take your lovely underwear right off and fuck her pussy while I get her ass ready for you, hm?"




My Other Mother Ch. 09



Off came the underwear and into Roxanne's pussy I plunged my refreshed hardon, making her wail long and desperately. Mum carefully worked her ass with her middle finger, soon allowing the contact between my belly and her knuckles to shove that finger in deep with every thrust I made. 

She was enjoying it, I knew, and I imagine Mum knew it too, even when she took my cock and started it at Roxanne's anus. I pushed slowly, carefully until I had my cockhead inside her, her moans turning to desperate groans.

"Ohhh, I know, it hurts a little at first, Roxy," Mum crooned, rubbing her pussy and stroking her hair, "but if you just relax... mmm, yeah, just... let him in."

"Ohh! ... Uhhhhgg-gaaaaa!" Roxanne forced.

"Mmmmm, Oh, Roxy... Don't you look sexy like that..." Mum breathed.

I'd pushed a little further inside her, enough to gently fuck her a little before pushing forward again, this being the method I'd learned from all those hours reading Literotica. Mum kept an eye on my progress the entire time, shooting me little looks of approval around her outright sleazy expression.

When my abdomen finally pressed against the cheeks of her ass, Mum inhaled with a wide, open mouthed smile around Roxanne's erotic groans, showing her approval of this accomplishment as well.

"Ohhh, look, Roxy," she hissed. "You've got an ass full of cock!"

"Uuuu-hhhhh! Ohhhhh! Oooooh, fuck!" 

"Does it feel nice, sweetie pie?"

"Oh, yeah! Oh my god, it's good!"

"Start fucking her now, nice and slow and easy... Yeaaah, like that."

"Ahhhhh-hh! Ahhhhhhh!? Uhhhh!?"

While inserting a finger up Roxanne's slick, dripping wet pussy, Mum advised her, "If you need to cum, you just go right ahead, baby."

"Oooohhh, Kathleen!"

"Oh, I know, it's starting to feel pretty nice now, isn't it?"

"Yeaaaaaaaah!? Ooooohh!?"

Joe's legs gave out and he toppled sideways to the floor, the suction of the rubber cup breaking with a sudden pop. He lay on his side, still jerking himself as he watched, groaning and continuing on with the plunger, now feeding its handle to his rectum with his hand. 

Mum glanced down at him, then back at us and the anal experience she was supervising. It was odd when I thought of this at the time and I actually smiled when I remembered wondering what it would be like to fuck Staci's ass, never dreaming Mum would be presiding over my first time doing it. Once I was getting up a nice, awesomely mind blowing pace, Roxanne began to groan more urgently.

"Ohh, Kathleen! Kathleeeeeen!?"

"You gonna cum, baby?"

"Yeeeeeessss! Oh god, I'm- Ohhhhh!! ... AHHHHH! AHHHHH! OHHHH, YEEEESSSS! OH, FUUUUUCK, YEAAAAHHH!"

She actually cried, Mum stroking her hair, working her pussy and clitoris while soothingly reassuring her that it was alright. I was getting pretty close too, the whole scene, other than Joe's part in it, as responsible for this as how good Roxanne's ass felt. Our Super, it seemed, was about to beat me to the punch.

"Ark! Arrrr! AHHH! Uhhhhhggggg! AAAAARGGK!" he croaked, sounding like a pirate with Down Syndrome. He jerked on his side, spasming as he came in wild squirts, still manipulating the plunger in humiliated bliss.

"Keep fucking yourself, pig." my other mother crisply ordered.

"Mum!" I gasped, alerting her to my imminent orgasm.

"Ooh, ooh, not yet, baby, not yet..."

With her palm on my stomach, she gently encouraged me out of Roxanne's anal canal, both of us crying out in pleasure. Mum stroked my cock while she had Roxanne turn around, staying on her hands and knees.

"Now, if you can catch all his delicious cum in your mouth, you can go. If you don't... You stay here for more fun. Ready?"

"Ye-! Yes, Kathleen!"

She'd been holding me just before the point of orgasm during this little explanation and I was almost yelling with pleasure overload. When she finally took me there, it was so good it nearly blew the top of my head off. I convulsed helplessly as I spurted all over Roxanne's face, she bobbing and weaving in a daze, trying to catch some of it in her mouth but most of it clung to her striking, dark features.

"Ohhh, Roxy, baby... Looks like it's going to be a rather long night for you, hm?"

"Oh..." she exclaimed in a small voice, then giggled.

Mum gently pushed her down on the bed, then guided me down on top of her before turning to Joe. He was still sodomizing himself and, after she picked up his eyes, she spoke in a cold, emotionless tone that immediately replaced the nurturing, caring one she'd just been using with us.

"I have your cell number. If I need you, drop what you're doing and come to me. Now, get out," she ordered, sweeping his things from the table and to the floor about him. "I didn't tell you to remove the plunger, idiot, I told you to get out!"

Having pulled it out six inches, he shoved it back, asking, "But, how will I get dressed, Ms. Burchell?"

I didn't tell you to get dressed either! I told you to get – out! ... Get out!"

I'm pretty sure the most pathetic thing I've ever seen in my life was a grown man backing out of a room on his hands and knees, crying and sweeping his clothes and personal effects along after him with his hands while a toilet plunger jutted from his anal cavity. It bobbed and bounced with his movements and he produced one last howl of pain when he accidently backed into the door, at which I laughed aloud. Hey, it was funny, but I suppose you had to be there to see the priceless look on his face to truly appreciate it.

Once he was gone, Mum tiptoed to the door, smiling at us and holding her finger in front of her lips in the universal call for silence. She put her ear to the door, still clothed only in that very sexy little garter belt and stockings, slick and shiny while she listened, bright hazel eyes shifting without focus.

From the bed, I could hear his muted crying start anew out there. Once it stopped, presumably because he'd removed the plunger, got dressed and left, she padded to the bed and hopped up with an airy laugh for us.

"Roxy, you were perfect!" she said, giving our smiling brunette a kiss on the lips. "Absolutely perfect!"

"You were perfect," Roxanne countered. Oh my god, I couldn't believe it, you actually made him screw his own ass with a plunger! Oh my god!"

"Jeez, Mum, when you were forcing him down on it... god, I almost felt it myself," I laughed.

"Oh, I enjoyed that part to the max," she said. "I love seeing rotten people get what they deserve almost as much as I love roll play. Unfortunately, my two little beauties, Mummy has to go out for quite a while."

"Awwww!?" I complained.

"Do you have to?" Roxanne plead.

"Yes, I do have to, so stop pouting. I have to go hit Joe's credit. How I present myself is important, sometimes very important and I could use some specific clothing, Roxanne, you too. Plus, I want some more sexy lingerie and some other stuff for later on when I might not have access. We're going shopping bright and early tomorrow, girlie."

"Ooooh! I love shopping!"

"Ah, you're all woman. (smooch) Sweetie pie, that jackknife now belongs to you. Don't trade or sell it, it's a real Buck knife and it might be a handy item soon, alright?"

"Okay, Mum."

"Your time is your own till about noon tomorrow, but make sure to meet me here by then, okay?"

"No problem, Mum. How late you gonna be?"

"Pretty late, but I'll be back before sunrise. Don't worry, I'll be fine. Roxy, I'll be by for you at about nine tomorrow morning, so make sure you get some rest, alright?"

"Yes, Kathleen."

"You're both very important to me and never doubt my appreciation of your loyalty, okay?"

We nodded and smiled, loving these words, this time with her, feeling loved and needed, secure in our futures with her in charge. Finally, she looked at me, her expression slowly changing to curiosity during her pause in speaking. She searched my face as though looking for something and I knew she was thinking of our strange little moment at the end of our orgasm, if not my ultimate violation of her. When she did speak, it was with a note of something like caution.

"I think you and I... need to have a little talk. Hm?"

Becoming serious myself, I nodded, looking forward to that talk not one bit.

"Hm?"

"Yes, Mum."

" ... Tomorrow, sweetie pie."

She kissed us both and got off the bed, throwing her silk bathrobe from the hook on the door over her body, her mood shifting almost abruptly back to bright and sunny. Grabbing our shower duffle, she happily told us she'd be back in ten minutes and left.

"She's... fantastic," Roxanne said.

She'd been mesmerized and I was pretty sure I had too, the difference being that I knew it and she didn't. She didn't have a clue, even after seeing what happened to Joe. Mum said Roxanne was easily led, but that didn't mean she was stupid or blind, so how could she be so unaware of what had happened, I wondered? Audrey and Maureen were certainly aware that something was wrong with Marie and I was somewhat sure Joe, stupid as he was, at least had some idea that what had happened in our room that evening was unnatural, to put it mildly.

But again, these things were of little concern at the moment and the two of us started making out, sinking down to the mattress while she grabbed what was left of the oil. She laughed seductively while using up the rest of it on us, as though we needed it in the gel filled depression we intertwined our naked bodies in.

"It was all..." Roxanne trailed off. "I loved it."

"Same here," I quietly revealed with a small grin.

I wondered if she was aware that Mum had just utterly destroyed Joe Blanchard as a person.

Part 2

Roxanne wanted to 'hang out'. 

After Mum returned from the shower, she got dressed, applied a little makeup and did her hair, smiling and watching us squirm around, mindlessly groping and fucking on the bed. She left us each a twenty Dollar bill, told us to have a nice evening and left. That's when Roxanne asked what I was doing that evening, telling me she had no plans whatsoever and was up for anything.

It's not like I didn't want her company, but I couldn't meet Audrey with her along. Since I really couldn't get out of it and because I didn't want to spoil her happy mood, I suggested we get cleaned up while deciding what we'd do. We shared a shower, a very pleasant experience I might add, and cleaned up the room after, washing and saving the shower curtain for later use.

I presented the idea of an evening walk and, after we were out for five minutes, I'd decided it was just as well. The fresh air was nice and it was a good opportunity to maybe take a closer look at Roxy. A much closer look. 

"Nice outfit, by the way," I complimented.

She'd gone to her room to change and now wore one of those backless, shiny little things that hang from the neck and tie around the small of a woman's back. Its deep, velvety red colour complimented her snug black miniskirt that stopped well short of her knees.

"Thanks, I hoped you'd like it. It's been a long time since I've been out on a date."

"Is that what this is?" I asked with a smile.

"Sure, what else?"

I didn't answer, only kept smiling as I looked at the sidewalk in front of us.

"Stevie, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

" ... Well, do you ever... I'd hate for you to think I'm coming between you and your Mum."

"I don't think that."

"Oh, good. ... I really loved it when you fucked my ass."

"Me too. You must have been a little freaked out, though, what with Joe and what happened to him."

"Well, yeah, but it was... I didn't expect it and that did freak me out a little, but I totally trust you and your mother, so I knew I'd be alright."

"You're a pretty trusting person, aren't you?"

"I wouldn't say that."

"Well, you've only known Mum for a week and you just said you totally trust her."

"That's different. She's different."

"In what way?"

" ... She just is," she replied with a shrug. "She makes me feel so safe and secure. When she tells me that everything is going to be fine, I know I can believe her. Something inside me just knows it."

"She told me there's an abusive husband out there somewhere, maybe looking for you."

"Yes."

"Must be scary."

"Not anymore. She told me she wouldn't let him hurt me, or drag me back to Moncton with him."

"You really do love her, don't you?"

"Oh, yes. I really do. But not just her, you too, and not just for your body. You're like her."

"I am?"

"Yes. You're a bit quiet, but you have that... quality that she has."

"What quality?"

"It's hard to describe, but it's that quality, in part, that makes me know I can trust her. You and her are like... above other people in some way. Like a person would expect royalty to be like."

"Royalty, huh?" I chuckled.

"Well, not exactly like that. Like I said, it's a quality that's hard to explain."

"Hm. Nobody's ever mentioned it before. Maybe it's just because we're from outta town."

"Nope."

" ... Her eyes are pretty, aren't they?" I casually asked.

"Beautiful. I love her eyes. I could stare into them all day and never get enough. It's strange too, because I never noticed hazel eyes before I met her."

"It's the depth in them."

"The depth?"

"Sort of like... whatever. You've never noticed?"

"No. I'll look closer next time. Your eyes are beautiful, too. I love blue eyes with dark hair on a man."

"Thanks."

"You're a really nice guy, too. But I can see you as the impossible little hellion in school like your mother told me."

"She did, huh?"

"Oh, yes. She said that she's the only authority you really respect."

"Heh. Yeah, she's probably right about that. Especially these days."

"It must have been great being raised by her."

"Actually, she could be pretty strict at times. Never one to spare the rod."

"If you ask me, that's something that's sorely missing from the modern approach to parenting. I had this friend in Moncton who had kids and she'd do that stupid little time-out thing when they'd get out of hand. What a joke."

"I had this friend when I was a kid that I used to hang out with..." I related. "One day we're at his house, inside 'cause it was raining, and his mother is telling him to turn the stereo down over and over, but he doesn't listen. Finally, she comes down the basement, tells him again, and he tells her to shut up and calls her a goof. Well, I'm standing there mortified, thinking he's about to get his head torn off right in front of me, but all she did was tell him he couldn't have dessert that night unless he apologized. That was the real shocking part."

"What would have happened if you'd said that to your Mum?"

" ... Shit, I can't even imagine. I'd probably be a few inches shorter today."

"You'd deserve it."

"Well, yeah. I mean, who the fuck treats their mother like that, anyway?"

"Little brats who haven't had the benefit of a mother like yours."

"I suppose. What do you want to do, anyway?"

"Whatever you want, Stevie baby."

"Whatever I want?"

"Yes."

"So, you'll do whatever I want?" I asked with a coy grin, looking over at her.

"Sure."

"You're pretty brave."

"I trust you."

" ... I trust you, too. I think you're pretty cool, Roxy."

She positively beamed at me for this, putting her arm around my shoulders and saying, "You know, we're supposed to act like boyfriend and girlfriend."

Slipping my arm around her waist, I replied, "I think we've been doing pretty good with that so far."

She laughed about this as we neared the center of the uptown area, our hips rubbing as we walked. Roxanne did make a pretty cool girlfriend. Again, better than Staci but nowhere near as good as Mum. No woman could ever be as good as Mum.

I'd decided we'd get a couple slices of pizza. We sat in the establishment we'd ordered it up at and ate, talking more about each other, our past, dreams of the future and having a pretty good time. I didn't want to take her around to the boardwalk because that was my spot, and neither did I want to take her anywhere I might have run into Pastor Marx. Like my spot behind the hotel, Pastor Marx was kind of my friend apart from Mum and our strange little life together. She was the one anchor chain of sanity and unquestionable reality I had and I wanted to keep her from finding out about my decidedly taboo home life.

After that, we just walked aimlessly, far enough away from Marx's rounds so that there was no chance of running into her. We were walking along a narrow street, buildings to one side, a long row of diagonally parked cars to the other. They were all nosed into a long shadow created by the three foot retaining wall that bordered the curb and ran the length of the street with a wildly overgrown hedge atop it. 

While we shared quiet conversation about how her parents felt when they found her porn collection, walking down the middle of the narrow street, I heard my name spoken from the shadows. We both stopped up, she looking around with a slightly startled expression until she saw my intent gaze upon the shadows under the old hedge.

"Come on over."

" ... Pitbull?" I cautiously asked, no louder than the voice from the shadows.

"Yeh."

"It's okay," I assured Roxy's questioning glance, then led her to the side of the street, between two parked cars to the shadows.

It was him, alright, sitting there with two of his friends. He greeted me and introduced them as Tim and Hooper, me introducing my sexy, older companion afterwards. Sitting atop the low wall, they all looked at her with lingering eyes and, though it was too dark to make out their expressions, I knew what they were.

"What's happenin'," he asked.

"Not much, just out for a walk. How 'bout you?"

"Waiting for someone. So, you found yourself a girlfriend..."

"Yup. Nice, isn't she?"

"A hottie," he agreed, an appreciative note in his tone.

We made small talk for a few minutes, my eyes adjusting to the dark somewhat before an idea/dare struck me. Yes, the dare part turned me on, but the idea was out of pure interest in finding out Roxanne's level of obedience to me.

"Show them your tits, Roxy." I told her.

There was this moment of silence that made me wonder if this was such a good idea after all, but after a giggle from the semidarkness beside me, I knew she would.

"Okay." she said, confirming my suspicion.

Reaching behind her, she pulled the bow tied string at the small of her back and casually gathered the hanging panel of fabric between her braless breasts for us all to see. Low whistles and sounds of appreciation came from the other three at the sight of her globes. I could just make out her darker areolas, but couldn't tell if their nipples were erect. I was betting they were.

I felt myself beginning to get hard and decided to take it a little further after glancing up to see her white teeth in the gloom, a wide smile saying that this was okay with her. So far.

"Now show them your ass," I directed with a grin.

She let out another low giggle as she turned and slowly hiked her skirt for us, bending slightly while spreading her feet a little further for a better view of her delectable posterior and the black V of her panties.

"Holy fuck..." Hooper appreciated in a low voice.

I smiled and gave her cheek a light slap, bragging, "I can bounce a quarter off that ass."

"I'll bet you can." Pitbull toned while looking on.

Before I knew it, I was pulling her panties down her legs with only a slight, horny gasp from her in the way of resistance. I took them right off, she helping by stepping out of them as our audience watched in rapt silence. 

After shoving her damp undergarment in my pocket, I said, "I don't know why she bothers with panties. It's not as if she doesn't know I'm just going to be taking them off sooner or later anyway."




My Other Mother Ch. 09



This was met by low chuckles as she straightened and turned with her white smile still present, showing us her neatly trimmed, black bush while holding her top so we could see her melons too.

"What do you want me to do now?" she asked.

That was it, her own words telling me all I needed to know in relation to the test of her obedience to me.

" ... I want you to give me a nice kiss and then cover your appetizing self up, babes."

The kiss was very nice, after which she pushed her skirt back down with a sexy wiggle of her hips, then turned around, asking, "Tie me?"

"Ho-ly shit, why can't I find women like that?" Pitbull asked.

"I can't either," I answered. "Mum introduced us."

"That, I believe," he chuckled. "Your Mum's awesome."

"She's my best friend," Roxanne proudly announced.

Almost ten minutes later, after Pitbull diplomatically suggested we should move along before their 'guest' arrived, we were again walking down the deserted street, Roxanne's hand around my waist, mine around her shoulders.

"Thanks Steven, that was... really fun!"

"Liked that, huh?"

"You bet! Wow, I've never... I mean when you told me to show them my boobs, I was surprised, but... I loved it! I've never been shown off like that before, it made me feel so valued. Plus, you only let them look, not tou-"

A startled and fearful shout from behind had us pause, turning back to see Pitbull and his henchmen dragging a tall, somewhat well dressed guy about their own age to the pavement. After this was accomplished, the well heeled guy's head and body became the target of a lot of punches and kicks from the three street ruffians.

"Oh no...!" Roxanne exclaimed.

"Not our business," I gravely commented, turning her around and pulling her along with me. "Just forget about it."

" ... Um, we're going home now, right?" she asked hopefully, obviously having forgotten about the incident like I told her as we continued on our way.

"Yup. Well, you are. You have to be up earlier than me and I don't want Mum mad at me 'cause I kept you up all night."

"Well... aren't you going to fuck me?"

I looked at her with a big smile and replied, "I'd love to, but I want to get a little something nice for Mum."

"Oooooh! Can I please come?"

"Nope."

"Aww, why?"

"Cause I'm getting something for you, too."

"Ohhh..." she said, her smile getting even brighter.

"I'm walking you home first, though."

"What a gentleman. Your Mum really did raise you well."

"Except for one thing," I grinned.

"What's that?"

"I need what's left over from your twenty Dollars to do it," I laughed. "I'll make it up to you later, though. I'll rape ya."

"Anything for you, baby," she grinned, digging into her purse. "And you can rape me any time."

Yes, I was quite pleased with my little Roxy experiment, it having gone even better than I would have suspected. It was very possible that she would be of crucial help to me in the future, but what did it mean? Was it just because it was me, or could anybody have that control with her now that Mum had... done whatever with her? Furthermore, how much of it was real? Would she feel this way otherwise?

 

Part 3

Buying the long, double ended, rubber dildo was quite embarrassing, however a sudden personal dare to tell the clerk that it was a gift for my mother and her girlfriend made the experience better for getting to see the look on her face when I did. The funny thing was that it was only a way to get rid of our Roxy so I could meet Audrey but, once I'd purchased the thing to cover my excuse, I was really glad I did and couldn't wait to present it to them. (I even had the clerk wrap it for me despite her struggles to keep her facial expression professional)

On the phone, Audrey told me that it wasn't too late to meet, yet I waited a half hour at Tim's with the gift wrapped package on the table in front of me, wondering if the petite woman had changed her mind about the meeting. When my coffee was gone, I got up and got another, leaving me with just over fifty Cents in my pocket, and sat down with it as she came through the door, a look of resigned, yet frightened determination on her birdlike facial features.

She spotted me almost right away, went to the counter to order her own and sat across from me, but not looking me in the face, rather down at her coffee.

"Thanks for meeting me, Audrey. It means a lot."

"I'm glad to hear that," she said in her small voice.

She wanted something, I knew, and it would be no small thing.

"(ahem) Yes, well..." I started, "Like I said, this is awful important to me."

She only nodded, having opened the plastic lid of her cup to sit there staring at it, her hands trembling ever so slightly as they nervously fidgeted with the rings on her fingers. Since she was the one who suggested we meet, I waited for her to speak first and, after finally looking up at me, she did.

"It's b- She's been, uhhh... different. Since your visit."

"Oh?"

She nodded, replying, "Yes, she's... excited."

"Why?" I wondered aloud. "I had to kick her in the head a few times just so I could get away from her. Usually, that's the kind of thing that really upsets people."

"The bruises are already almost gone."

This gave me pause as I watched her return her eyes to her cup.

"Audrey... I know you know things about her, things that uhh... maybe don't get mentioned around mixed company. Please tell me."

"I will, but you have to do something for me if I do. You have to promise."

"What's that?"

"You... You have to get her out of there somehow. You have to get her out of my life for good."

"How am I supposed to do that? I can't afford to have her housed somewhere else, and I sure as hell don't want her living with me."

"Well... How you do it is up to you."

She looked up from her coffee again, this time looking directly into my eyes. I stared back, trying to figure out what she thought I could do for her and that's when her nerves began to smooth out, her expression becoming almost blank at my intense stare.

I didn't want to believe it, could hardly bring myself to dare believing it, but I suddenly knew what was happening and, as much as it scared me, I had to know for sure.

With my heart in my throat, "Audrey..."

"Yes?"

" ... You can trust me. You trust me implicitly. Right?"

She blinked at me a couple of times, then obediently answered with, "I trust you implicitly, Steven," while never taking her eyes from my face.

(holy fuck! Oh my god! OH – MY – GOD!)

I held her there with my eyes, hardly believing what just happened and unwilling to let her go now that I had the advantage, however, I didn't want to put the poor woman through any more than she'd obviously been through. 

I was also scared witless because there was no longer any doubt where I was concerned. I was next in line. Sitting there in silence, I tried to get hold of myself, almost sorry I'd verified what was happening for my own sake along with hers, but deep, deep down inside, I was quite excited about the event because of the power it afforded me over others and the potential opportunities that I knew had just opened up to me.

Desperately trying to keep my voice level and calm, I directed, "Audrey, t- tell me everything you know about Marie Burchell."

She gave me the slightest nod and began in a calm tone with, "Marie is the one who's really in charge of Shoreline. I mean, she doesn't make policy or anything but, when she wants something, it's best to get it for her. Maureen knows this, but... she pretends. That's what Marie likes, too. She likes that she refuses to believe, when she does her bidding to the extent she can be forced to because the truth of what's really going on is just too scary for Maureen to accept. That's why she'll do what Marie tells her if you come back, and why Marie hates me, because I have accepted it. But, I'll want to do what she says if you come back too, because I'm afraid of what she'll eventually make me do if I don't. That's why you have to get rid of her somehow."

"But you two sedated her after I left. I can't imagine she could've wanted that."

"No, but we had to. And she'll punish us for it sooner or later. She'll get into my head while I sleep and put ideas there."

"What kind of ideas?"

"Maybe the idea to hurt you. Or your mother. Maybe... Maybe she'll make me do something to degrade myself again."

" ... What has she made you do?"

"I- I used to get insistent with her in the beginning, when she first got there, when I used to study her. I'm the caregiver, I'm in charge and that's how I acted, but... One Friday evening, just before I got off work, she told me to enjoy myself with this... look. Like she was rubbing something in my face and really enjoying it. ... I... I went home and everything was fine at first, I wasn't even thinking about it, but then I had this idea that a lot of my financial problems could be easily solved with the right outfit and a little time standing around Sewell St.. Uhh... I prostituted myself that night. Over and over. I did absolutely anything they requested and enjoyed it all. I didn't even think anything of it until I woke up from a horrible dream about five o'clock the next evening."

This certainly gave me real pause.

"But... how did she...?"

"I'd been having dreams all that week, the um... dirty kind, you know. I usually don't. Certainly not for an entire week and not so intense that I wake up with... with having... She got to me. She burrowed into my subconscious like some filthy, disgusting... thing."

" ... What else?"

"Maureen..."

After a pause, I gently prodded, "What about Maureen?"

"She never used to cheat on her husband. Not until Marie turned up at Shoreline."

"I see. Um, what do you know about her? Do you have any clue as to what... well, what she is, how she can to these things?"

"She says she's a Sith Lord."

"Do you know what that is?" I asked.

"Yes. It seems silly, but I believe it. I mean, it's... She's obviously not, but if there was such a thing, it would be her. I have no explanation."

"Okay." 

She was becoming disturbed, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Audrey, relax."

It worked to an effective extent. 

"Tell me... Does she mess with the other residents?"

"Sometimes. Usually only to scare us, I think."

"Why do you think it is that Marie doesn't respond to her meds like Nicole and the other residents do?"

"I don't know. The meds like she and Nicole are on are antipsychotics. They should dull her down the same way."

" ... So... the meds alter behaviour?"

"Yes."

"Like alcohol?"

" ... Not in the same way, but yes."

"But, Maureen told me that Marie is on so many meds that you practically don't have to feed her. Have you ever seen that before?"

"No."

"Have you ever seen her not on meds?"

"Once. There was a problem at the pharmacy and she went three days without. She became... very angry."

"She wants to take them." I assumed aloud.

"Yes."

"Huh... But in that case, how can you manage to sedate her?"

"With an extremely heavy dose. It doesn't put her completely under and it doesn't last long. We don't do it unless we really have to, like the time she ran out of meds and the day of the visit from Sheila, then you."

"Why's that?"

"We pay for it. What I did on Sewell St. that night happened after she ran out of meds."

"What happened after Sheila's visit?"

" ... Well, I... There was this party next door in my apartment building. There were several young men there and it was late. At first I only went over to ask them to turn the music down, but for some reason, like in those dreams, I suddenly realized that I was only wearing my nightie and the next thing I knew, I was... letting them touch me. First my breasts because they asked and it seemed alright since they did ask, then my... well I partied with them. I-I was... the party. Now, because of your visit, I... Well, we had to sedate her again, so... (sigh)"

"That's why neither of you really wanted me there, but I had every legal right and you couldn't very well explain without looking crazier than your residents."

"Yes."

"And now you're waiting for something else to happen, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"What about Maureen?"

"I don't know. I mean, I know something happened with her those two times before, but she never told me what. She was quite depressed for a little while after each sedation."

"Alright... Is there anything else you can tell me?"

" ... She's making plans."

"How do you know?"

"She keeps whispering to herself about you and your mother, Kathleen. She wants you, and... sh- she hates your mother."

" ... My mother?"

She nodded her solemn, silent reply as my heart began beating faster, the uncomfortable feel of panic germinating from a seed of sudden fear within me while this information soaked in.

"I used to be happy," she suddenly imparted to my eyes. "I used to be... decent. I was a good, clean woman who only wanted to take care of others less fortunate and make some kind of a difference in this crazy, mixed up world. Now I'm just a filthy, used up old whore."

"No, Audrey," I heard myself say while fear for Mum and dangers she may not know about began to sprout from that seed, expanding up and into my chest and driving my heart rate up further. "You're still a good, clean woman. It's not your fault, what she made you do."

" ... Really?"

"I believe everything you told me."

A rickety, unsure smile bravely made its way to her lips as I watched this poor creature and I couldn't help but feel for her as I tried to restrain my own rising panic.

"But Audrey, why didn't you just quit? Your financial situation can't be that bad?"

"It's not just that. After she came back around, after you left that day, she must have heard me speaking to Maureen or something. I was upset and going on in a voice louder than it should have been and..."

"She threatened you."

"Yes," Audrey whispered.

I nodded slowly, sighing heavily while maintaining all important eye contact, trying to think of something else to ask her, something constructive.

"Will you do it?" she asked, frightened but hopeful. "Will you help? I know you can."

"What do you mean?"

"You're her grandson. That's why you believe me, isn't it? You know because you're like her. I can tell."

" ... And that doesn't frighten you?"

"No, I trust you implicitly. I need your help. I'll do anything, Steven. Anything you want."

After another rather longish pause, I responded with, "Yes, Audrey. I'll help."

Her face dared to replace more fear with hope as she asked, "Soon? It has to be soon before she... before-"

"I know. Yes, it'll be soon. The sooner the better, I think. But I have to go back there and I'll need your help. You've been a brave woman and I need you to go on being that. Just a little longer, okay?"

"How long?" she asked, a tear breaking free and racing down her cheek, soon joined by another on the opposite side of her face.

" ... This week. I can't say exactly when, but the sooner the better. For both of us."

A smile dared to come out, possibly the first smile she'd had in a long, long time as she asked, "Promise?"

"Yes, I promise." 

"Oh... thank you. Would... would you like to spend the night with me? I like it up the ass and I promise I won't charge you."

" ... Uhh... Audrey, you're a very attractive woman, but that wouldn't be fair. You already gave me what I asked for, you don't have to offer yourself like that and I wouldn't take advantage. Marie's already done enough of that."

She took my hand in both of hers and raised it to her lips, slowly and softly kissing it as she maintained eye contact. I closed my eyes and left them that way until I felt her let go of my hand. Opening them again, I regarded her surprised and embarrassed expression as she warily backed away from the table.

Without looking her directly in the eyes, I asked, "Can you switch shifts with Maureen this week?" 

"I..."

"I need you on nightshift if I'm going to help you."

She nodded, her smile having vanished, swallowing a bit fearfully now that the spell was broken.

"Good. Try to avoid her. Above all, try to avoid eye contact with her. Do you understand?

She nodded again, the tremor in her hands returning as they sat on the table in front of her.

I got up, wanting away from her all of a sudden. I felt sorry for her, but she made me uncomfortable outside the Jedi spell. She was the only person who knew about me, other than Marie and possibly Mum, and having just found out for sure myself, I really didn't like her looking at me like that. It didn't help my new found fear of myself, the thing inside me, or the future it quite possibly held for me somewhere down the road.

Without looking down at her, my own hands now trembling as hers were, I said, "I'll call sometime very soon, Monday, Tuesday, possibly Wednesday, but no later if I can help it."

I walked away without waiting for a response or looking back, out the door and into the warm night.



My Other Mother Ch. 10



Part 1

My guts grinding, the more I thought of what had happened at Tim's, the more upset I got. While cutting through King Square on my way home, I leaned against a tree and threw up, my entire body heaving and shaking, thinking of my freakish grandmother and how I would probably end up like that some day. It made our financial problems seem like so much nothing and, thinking of how much further along than me my mother must have been, I threw up again until I got the dry heaves. Finally, I staggered to a bench and dropped down on it, hanging my head low in fear and despair.

"Ohhh, you're fucked," I miserably informed myself. "Well and truly fucked."

I didn't reply, instead just sat there trying to wrap my mind around the facts, the new reality, the acceptance of the ultimate truth that I'd been avoiding in my mind as the proper detective should. The Jedi theory was no longer just a theory, but awful fact, and I had to find some way to save my mother and myself from it. It was imperative that a solution be found somehow and I knew that time was wearing thin, a clock tick-tick-ticking down to some future, personal D day that I was now grimly aware of.

I changed my mind about home, getting up and heading in the opposite direction through the Square and down King St. to eventually find myself in back of the hotel, standing on the once again darkened and deserted boardwalk to stare out at the mirror like water of the harbour, the colourful city lights reflecting from its surface.

"What am I gonna do?" I desperately plead of myself.

The merriment and frivolities of the slip around the corner reached my ears, an outdoor, live band playing It's My Life almost as well as Bon Jovi.

I wanted to cry. I felt so helpless in the face of the mysterious thing that I'd been unknowingly hosting my entire life, some parasite that had been growing inside me like a tapeworm, eating up more and more of my self as I got older, living off me and my life. If it was a physical part of me, such as an arm or a leg, I could have at least removed it, but that wasn't the case. Whatever it was, it was attached way down deep, grafted to my awareness, my very personality and no antipsychotics or amputations would help me. Or Mum.

"And that brings us to our little moment with her, doesn't it?" I asked. "What in hell was that? What in hell happened there just before she destroyed Joe?"

"I don't know, I replied back to myself. "It was like being the wind, or being borne on it as it moved... over the Earth. Just moving... looking... apart from all. And she was there. Mum was... there. A part of me."

"No words, no thoughts, just..."

"An idea. An intention."

"A single, driving, eternal motivation. ... Maybe she's just that good?"

"She's good alright, but no woman is that good. Not even her and it's not as if some cosmic experience is out of the question at this point, is it? No, something happened and, if you ask me, it's pointless to try to identify or even think about it now. We'll be discussing it with her soon enough and I have a funny feeling more information will open up once she relates her side of it."

" ... Yeah. You're right. (sigh) Moving right along..."

"Three things. One: What is this thing, where does it come from and how do we get rid of it? Two: How do we deal with Marie? Three, and most importantly: How do we make sure Mum is safe from her?"

"As for question one... Well, it may be time to come clean with Mum about our little investigation."

"No. That's not the way we operate. We have to keep her in the dark until it's time to act, time to keep our promise. Information is power and, in this situation, we'll need all the power we can get when it comes time. I don't think tipping our hand will help."

"But, she might have information we can't get anywhere else at this point. She obviously knows about the Jedi spell, she purposefully used it on Joe, even insisted he look her in the eyes... Maybe we can get it out of her without her realizing."

"I doubt there's much of anything she doesn't realize when it comes to dealing with others, and she wouldn't be too impressed if she caught us soft handling her. She'd want to know why, then we'd have to tell her because we can't lie to her. She'd know; she always has."

"You've soft handled her. And you've lied to her and gotten away with it."

"Maybe. Remember all those times she caught us lying but didn't say anything right away? Don't forget who we learned not to tip our hand from, bright-boy. Anyway, even if we did get away with it, those were white lies and so far, the things we got out of her have been pretty easy. The things we want to pick her brain for now would require some pretty skillful dancing. She'd see through us. She would and you know it."

"Yeah... but again, our upcoming conversation might just be the perfect opportunity. Except for how I raped her. Oh my god..."

" ... She seemed to take it pretty well. Besides, you've already established that sex with Mum is the least of our worries. Forget that and concentrate on the real problem, such as how much I hate being sneaky with her, how it always feels like betrayal. Now that we love her like we do, it's even worse and I don't like that kind of guilt. Neither do you."

"In case you haven't noticed, we've been doing a lot of things we don't like out of necessity. Remember that it's for her ultimate good. It's because we do love her that we're doing these things."

"And that brings us to Audrey."

" ... Fuck."

"You said it."

"Let's not get into that. I still don't like the idea that I'm talking to you."

"You've got nobody else. Now, what about Audrey? What are we supposed to do to help her?"

"(sigh) Fuck me... What in hell are we going to do? ... If only we could tell Mum."

"(ahem)"

I should have known better. In my agitation and stress, I wasn't even talking under my breath, but in a low voice and, as I turned around to see Pastor Marx standing about fifteen feet away, my face flushed with heat. Caught again.

"They say it's not so much talking to yourself you have to watch, but answering back," she said as she approached.

She said it casually, like a joke, but I could see the underlying, unsure curiosity in her face as she did.

"Uhh... heh, yeah, I've heard that," I nervously replied, once again wondering how much she'd heard and cursing myself for being so wrapped up in my problems that I'd totally forget the rest of the world and all the people in it. "It's uhh... just this little thing I've always done when I needed to work stuff out. It helps."

"Ah," she replied, coming to stand next to me and looking at me closely, her curiosity diminishing somewhat. "Well... I didn't hear anything that you said. I didn't mean to eavesdrop or invade your privacy."

"Okay," I answered, believing her and feeling a bit better, but also turning my face to the harbour. The last thing I wanted was for her to fall under the Jedi spell.

" ... Everything okay? Anything you'd like to talk to someone else about?"

"Uhh... well it's pretty messed up, Pastor. I'd really rather not."

" ... Call me Marci. I know, Marci Marx, 'ha, ha'. I swear, my parents must have been on drugs when they named me."

"I like it," I commented with a careful smile.

"Thanks. You know, Steven, I knew from the first time I saw you that there was something... That something's bothering you. Something big and you don't know where to turn for help. I'm a good listener, you know."

"I know. It's just that... I'm sorry, I don't mean to put you down or anything, but you just wouldn't understand. You probably wouldn't even believe me. I'm having a hard time believing it. I don't even want to."

"I'll try," she offered. "I'd really like to help if I can."

" ... Well... You believe in evil, right? I mean you believe it exists?"

"Yes."

"Here on Earth?"

"Yes. Satan tempts us every day to do his work. He makes it so appealing and the next thing we know..."

"Okay, but... what about people? Do you think there are evil people?"

" ... No. Not really. I mean, it's just my opinion, but I don't believe anybody is any better or any worse than anyone else in that respect."

"What about people like Hitler?"

"Hitler was crazy. It's possible Satan capitalized on that, making him, or encouraging... pushing him that extra foot to do evil things, but no, I don't believe anyone is evil. Salvation is offered to all, it says so right in here," she said, raising her bible for a moment, "but it's not offered to Satan or his minions so, as far as I see it, that separates us from him and what's thought of as 'evil'."

"What about Satan worshipers?"

"Poor, short sighted fools. People who feel insignificant, inferior and will do anything to feel strong and powerful. They aren't evil, just pathetic."

"What about... stuff like possession?"

"Demonic possession?"

I nodded, still not looking her in the eye.

" ... It's like an affliction. The affliction itself is evil, but not the poor individual it attaches itself to."

"Like a parasite?"

"Ummm... Not exactly. A demonic possession, the purpose of the demon itself, is to sew fear and revulsion, to destroy hope and pervert the beauty of God's creation in our eyes. It doesn't need the afflicted person for its own survival, whereas a parasite lives and thrives off its host and does depend on the host for its survival, even if it's slowly killing its host."

"Would you know evil if you saw it?"

" ... I'm not sure. Evil often hides behind a cloak of good and beauty. I'd like to think I could, but I really can't say."

"So, you've never seen a victim of demonic possession," I assumed.

"Not that I'm aware, no. But, like I say, I might not necessarily recognize it as such if I did, unless the person was doing a Linda Blair with head spinning around while crawling on the ceiling and hoarking up green goo in my face," she said with a smile.

I couldn't help but smile in return at her levity.

"Oh, that's nice."

"What?"

"Your smile."

I allowed it to remain while I looked out over the water, actually feeling a little better for some unknown reason.

After a pause, she said, "I think about you off and on."

I looked at her, a bit surprised at this and asked, "Really? Why?"

"I'm not sure. You're like... different. Special. Like you could really be something."

"Well, Pas- Marci... I'll be happy to just reach retirement age with all my marbles."

"Retirement isn't something an eighteen year old should be thinking about."

I smiled ruefully while thinking of my grandmother and vaguely wondering how the parasite could have come along so suddenly within me. Was it the booze Mum gave me?

" ... Steven... What's wrong?"

I wanted to tell her. Maybe not the whole story, at least not the part about how I'd been completely and hopelessly seduced by my own mother, but enough that she'd understand and possibly even be able to help in some way. But how could I do this without having her think I was crazy? She'd never believe it and, if she did, she'd probably turn and run. There was also the fact that I wasn't supposed to have any friends, by order of Mum, and telling Marci about this problem would only serve to further defy that order. But then, I had to help Mum somehow, didn't I? Didn't Mum's and my ultimate wellbeing trump even her very clear instructions? Maybe she could help.

I looked at the Pastor in black carefully, still not in her eyes, and said, "If you'd really like to help... There's someone I'd like you to meet."

Part 2

I'd gotten back in plenty of time do get a decent amount of sleep and was even up, fed, showered, dressed and ready when Mum showed up at Noon, explaining that she'd slept with Roxanne when she'd returned the night before.

She was wearing a thin, white T-shirt, one I'd never seen before and assumed belonged to her new girlfriend downstairs by the way it stretched over her chest. The only thing that ruined it was the bra underneath. She was also wearing a pair of faded, blue denim shorts that let just the very bottom of her ass hang out, their tight fit advertising her pleasing curves very well.

"Wow, Mum."

"You like my outfit?"

I was feeling a little better after the events of the night before, not to mention the fact that I got to be around her again, and I couldn't help but show a wide grin.

"You're so hot. You'd make anything look great."

" ... I love how you make me feel so good about myself, so confident. Like a woman should be made to feel. I love watching you get hard, knowing it's because of me."

" ... Uh, Mum..."

"Yes?"

"Well, about what happened... last night..."

"What happened last night?"

" ... I... Well, I..."

"Hmm...?" she encouraged with a smile.

"I made you... I..."

"Just say it. Tell me exactly what you did."

Incredibly, my cock was getting hard as I hesitantly answered while avoiding those eyes.

"I went against your wishes and... I fucked you."

"You raped me. You tore my clothes off whether I liked it or not and fucked me senseless like I was a whore. Mummy loved it."

" ... But you said-"

"I know what I said, hon, I know. It's just that... Look, we can talk about this a bit later, let's get going now.

"Where?"

"Back out to the beach. I've got Jamie's van for the day, a nice little plastic pail to collect periwinkles in and I've already got a supper date set up with Pitbull."

"I saw him last night and he didn't say anything about it."

"I asked him not to. I wanted it to be a surprise for you this morning, so get into your Daniel Craig trunks and let's go. We're gonna have a great day!" she enthused.

About an hour later, we were back at the Burchell family retreat, near the low rocks of Mispec beach again while we crouched and picked up the small, shelled creatures, dropping them in the yellow plastic pail as we spoke.

"I wanted for us to go to the movies tonight," she said apologetically, "but I just don't think I'm going to be able to. I'm Sorry, hon."

"It's okay. I'm having a really good time now. Hey, how'd things go this morning on your shopping trip with Roxy?"

"Very good. Joe had almost four thousand Dollars in the bank, so I was able to get a few things taken care of. Roxy's taking care of something now, but I'll join her again later on, after we get back from Pitbull's place."

"Are you meeting her at her room?"

"Yup."

"Can you bring her up for a few minutes before you two leave?"

"Sure. Why?"

"A surprise."

She looked up at my grin which was focused on the dark, wet sand and the periwinkles that made their way across it and asked, "A surprise for Mummy and her girlfriend?"

"Yup, but you know you're the one I really think of."

"Aw, you're so sweet. We'll be there and I can't wait to see what your surprise is. By the way, she told me about how you were showing her off. She really loved that."

"Yeah," I chuckled. "Roxy's great."

"So are you."

"Would you still say that if I showed you off?" I challenged.

"You wouldn't do that to me, would you?" she teased with a smile.

"Can never tell..."

" ... So brazen."

"You love it, Mum."

"You're flippin' right I do."

"... But, I still can't believe I did... that. I mean, Joe even told me to and-"

"After you tore my bra off and forced me down, my top all pulled down while we struggled. Oh my god, the... I mean, I couldn't get over the fact that you were going to do it, I couldn't believe you wouldn't back out and I kept waiting for you to. But you didn't and... Oh my god, I've just never had a buildup like that before. You can't imagine how that satisfied me."

" ... Okay..."

"Honey... I want us to fuck. I know what I said before, but I want that for us so we can be complete for each other. I'll... get myself fixed as soon as possible."

" ... I loved it too. It was so much better than with Staci and I can't wait to fuck you again, Mum."

She smiled at me before going back to the periwinkles, the matter settled. We silently collected our evening's treat, moving along to a different area once we'd picked one clean, side by side with the bucket between us. I kept checking out her chest, her erect nipples distinguishable even behind her bra, teasing, tantalizing my body chemistry and keeping me rock hard the whole time. She in turn would often check me out, glancing between my legs, then up at my face with a knowing smile, her mysterious eyes actually sparkling now with intense happiness and expectation.

"I can't say it enough, can't describe how much I loved our first time," she said.

"Me too. I loved ripping your shirt off. But I want it different next time," I imparted.

"Just the two of us?"

"Yeah."

"Me too. ... Umm... I wonder if we'll have another... occurrence."

" ... Maybe."

" ... Have you been thinking about that too?"

"Oh, yeah," I assured her.

"What... What was that? What happened?"

"I don't know. I know it scared the life out of me at first. I thought you gave me a stroke or something."

She smiled at this, taking it as the compliment I'd intended it to be, dropped a few periwinkles into the pail and asked, "What was it like for you? I mean, what did you experience?"

Well, after the initial... rush, for want of a better word, it was uh... very nice, actually. Liberating in a way. You were there with me. No, you were a part of me but identifiable as a part of me if that makes any sense."

"Yes," she nodded, "it was that way for me, too. We were on the wind and we just... were."

"Yeah, that's it. And I even remember us going through this grove of trees."

"In a field," she clarified.

"Yes."

" ... The way the leaves felt."

" ... Yes... Geez, I forgot about that, but you're right, I remember... the leaves."

"It's funny," she observed, "but I was a little freaked out by the whole thing until we started talking just now. Now it seems more... beautiful. Do you find?"

"Kind of. I do know what you mean, but... well, as an incident, it's... pretty unusual," I laughed nervously. "It actually worries me because we have no idea what happened. The only rational explanation is that we shared a common hallucination."

"I've never considered the concept of mass, or shared hallucination to be especially rational, sweetie pie."

"No? Well, after what happened last night, you might think of re-examining that consideration."

She looked sharply up at me and I realized that my comment came out on a disrespectfully sarcastic tone.

"Uhh... sorry, Mum, I didn't mean it like that," I humbly told the affronted irritation in the darkness of her eyes. "It's just... Well, I usually don't... I would normally be discussing this kind of thing with myself and I have a certain attitude when I do and I forgot... Sorry."

" ... You talk to yourself?"

" ... Yes. It's not... I mean, I'm not-"

"Mum used to talk to herself. She'd sit at the kitchen table and watch us while we sat in the living room watching TV, whispering with herself."

(Oh, no)

"I'm..."

"How often?"

I returned a blank stare of incomprehension as she focused entirely on me with a stony expression. I didn't dare look to her eyes to read them at that point, not after what I'd seen her do to Joe the pig.

"How often do you talk to yourself?" she asked, a slight amount of aggression having crept into her voice.

"Well, not all the time," I defended, more nervous now. "I- only when I'm thinking about stuff, trying to work stuff out-"

"How -- often?"

" ... Uhh, maybe once a day, once every two days..."

She simply stared then until I had to add, "I don't have to, it's just this thing, like people who write their problems down. It helps to... make me see things clearer."




My Other Mother Ch. 10



"What things do you need to see clearer?"

I had to bring this under control somehow, a lot sooner than very much later. Doing my best to look like someone who's justified, I took a shot.

"Well, Mum... Our lives have completely changed in two months. It's pretty hard for me sometimes, too. And... then there's what we're doing with each other and everything... It's just all a bit overwhelming sometimes. I don't even think of it when I'm with you, it's just when I'm out and I start wondering what people would think of me. It doesn't mean I don't love you, and I'll never, ever leave you, but it's still... sometimes..."

I looked down, hoping to God that my answer would fly.

"You can talk to me, sweetie pie," she said, her voice having softened to a degree.

"You're right, I just..."

"You tend to hold your own council. It's what you're used to. I understand."

"I hope so, cause... You know."

I looked back up and offered a little smile, getting one in return as she dropped another small handful in the pail. The waves crashed in on the beach and receded, the sound filling what might otherwise have been an uncomfortable silence.

"You know, Steven... We're not like other people."

I said nothing, only looked back at her while still avoiding her eyes.

"Hon... I'm sorry I got... Look, you just took me by surprise with the talking to yourself thing, I'm sorry. Please, let's just talk like we were?"

I nodded, sighing with a smile that told her I agreed before saying, "It's okay, Mum, don't worry about it. I'll try to remember to be nicer to you than I am to me."

She hissed a short laugh, leaned over and gave me one of her soft, lingering, motherly kisses on the mouth. God, I loved the feel of her lips on mine and would often just close my eyes to enjoy the feel of them there, not even kissing back.

"So, uhhh... do you agree with what I just said about us?" she asked.

I sighed, seeing no other way but to agree and discuss, censoring my knowledge for the sake of my promise when and where I could.

"Yes. I do."

She nodded, going back to the periwinkles while adding, "Remember I told you about how Mum called herself a Sith Lord?"

"Yes."

"Well, I've been thinking of that since we spoke of it. Kind of one of those things you forget about after years and years, you know? But I... You saw what happened with Joe, didn't you? You saw what I did to him?"

"I'm not sure what I saw there," I carefully replied, also having gone back to collecting periwinkles.

"I think you are. You were paying close attention and I think you know pretty well what happened there, whether you want to accept it or not. It's why you've been avoiding direct eye contact with me all day."

" ... I'm sorry."

"It's alright, I understand, but you know you're safe with me. I'd never do anything to hurt you."

"I know. It's just so..."

"Yeah."

" ... You did the Jedi mind trick on him."

"Hm... Yes, essentially. I first discovered it with Pitbull's ex-slum Lady. I experimented with it a few times since then, Joe being one of those experiments. And Roxy... I find I have a hold on her that's... Well, it was somewhat unintentional. But it was different after our experience, more... focused."

"Seems pretty crazy, what we're talking about, huh?" I asked, putting a small handful in the pail, taking it in my hand, adjusting my location and setting it between us. "I mean the implications... Can I ask you something?"

"Shoot."

"What do you think of your mother now?"

"God, I don't know what to think of her. I mean, she was a psycho maniac, there's no denying that, but I remember she used to be able to convince Dad to do things... We girls, too. Now I'm getting an idea as to how, but it worries me considering how she was."

"It's not impossible that she'd know the Jedi mind trick and be crazy," I observed."

"It's not impossible that insanity isn't a side effect of the ability, either."

"That's not a very pleasant thought, Mum."

"No... But when she told you about me at the outset, the very first morning after the day we got in town, both she and I assumed it was a hereditary mental affliction anyway, so... In a sense, nothing's changed."

"Well, you don't seem crazy. Just different."

"Thanks, I think," my other mother smiled, "but here's something I've been curious about: Have you... had any experiences like the Jedi mind trick? Or anything other than our shared experience?"

"No, I don't think so," I lied. "But, I'm probably too young, going by what you said about your mum, how she got worse and worse over time."

"Maybe. I gotta tell you though, I sort of suspect that part of the hold over Roxy is yours and just as unintentional."

"You think?"

"It might be why I can't break it."

"You can't? ... You said she's easily led, maybe that's all it is. What I mean to say is that maybe this is all her and neither one of us has any hold on her, intentional or otherwise."

"Possibly," she agreed thoughtfully. "Or, that aspect of her personality made her vulnerable to me. Or us."

"Could be."

"Well, I do know one thing."

"What's that?" I asked.

"We have to try it again."

" ... We- uhhh... are you sure that's a good idea? I mean we have no clue what we're messing with here and, like you taught me, there might be unintended consequences to that. Maybe bad ones."

"I'm very happy and proud to hear you've been listening to me, Son, but given our love for one another, I don't think we have anything to fear. Besides, nothing bad happened the last time."

"I suppose."

" ... Are you frightened by it?"

"(sigh) Truthfully? Yes. It's an unknown and what it represents scares me."

"You mean the insanity aspect, if it exists. That might have been just my mother, you know. Like you said."

"Might have been. It's not something I feel totally comfortable messing around with as long as we don't know that."

"Wouldn't you like to experience the wind again, though? The leaves in the trees?"

"Yes, but-"

"And besides, we can't go the rest of our lives with you afraid to look me in the eye, can we?"

"Aw, Mum, I'm not afraid to look you in the eye, it's just... I worry about us."

"I understand, sweetie pie, so do I. But that's one more reason we should do it again, if you see what I mean. We may get some answers about ourselves."

"This is true..."

"We could try it tonight. Like I mentioned, I do have to go out after we get back from Pitbull's place, but I won't be so late. I should be back home around one or two o'clock."

" ... Can we just wait and see how I feel about it then?"

"Sure. But I think you'll do it. I know you; when you're worried about something... You'll want to do it just for the sake of possibly getting answers. That and because you really loved those leaves. I even remember how you felt about it during the experience."

I didn't reply to this and she didn't push, instead moving to my side for a fresh area to harvest. We just crouched there with only the sound of the waves between us, picking the little shelled morsels off the sand with a contentment that I wouldn't have expected, considering the topic of conversation.

After a while, I assumed, "You're embracing it, aren't you?"

"Embracing what?"

"Well, you know. The Jedi mind trick."

"Hon, it's not a trick anymore than using my hand to pick up these periwinkles is a trick. It's me. To not embrace it would be like denying my very existence, and it's also her, since I'm a part of her."

" ... I've asked you this before and now I'd like to ask again... Who, or what are you?"

"I'm your mother, the woman you love."

"That's not what I mean."

"I know what you mean. Still, that's the best answer I can give you, the only thing I know for sure. There are things I've come to know about myself lately, bits of instinctual knowledge that are just there. For example, I know that she shapes me and I shape her."

"Except when she drinks. She knew about you to some degree and she knew drinking would bring you out, give you a stronger hand."

" ... Steven... Let me put it this way. Were it not for me, she would be a very different person than the one who raised you, the woman you knew and respected while you were growing up. She'd have been... softer. More predictable, I suppose, but nowhere near as quick minded and useful to herself and those she loves, like you. She'd have been weaker. Yes, she's known about me since she was a little older than you are now, after Dad's death and the family broke up, but it wasn't in the sense that she does now. She had to make efforts to curtail me in her younger day and Olivia- you remember I told you about her --she was largely responsible for that. But Olivia, like her, thought I was a mental affliction that worsened when she drank. Once Olivia got her off the booze and drugs for long enough, my influence was diminished, but my presence remained within her in my entirety. You might say that I became the representative of great passion within her. Granted, a little more so in the last few years, but nothing like I am now."

"Thanks to the booze."

"That and you."

" ... Me?"

"You needed me. You were scared when we got off that bus in King Square, as scared as she was, and you needed to know that your mother was as capable as she'd always been, the mother you knew and respected, not the person who was quaking in her heels beside you. You encouraged her to be strong for you, for us. She'd deliberated bringing me to the forefront all across the country, but you helped make up her mind that afternoon."

" ... What if you stopped drinking?"

"My influence over her thoughts and actions would be diminished, more and more so in time."

"But not completely."

"I'm not so sure of that anymore. That whole thing we went through back home did something to her. You saw it yourself."

"No offense, but if you're her passionate, aggressive side, it seems to me it did something to you. What happened?" I asked, hoping my statement wouldn't come across as an accusation, that the following question wouldn't make me sound as though I were demanding an explanation.

" ... I don't know. I know what you mean and it would seem that way, but I'm telling you... Look, I was there, but I was... It was like she had me duct taped to the wall. I'm not sure what happened, but my only guess is that she'd had a breakdown and, since she is so much a part of me like I am her, I was sidelined without... her. I don't know. All I can say for sure is that I was there the whole time and... disgusted with her. That time somebody threw a rock and hit you in the chest... If I were free..."

"I think I know what you're saying."

"Pretty confusing, isn't it?" she sighed.

"Yeah. I should tell you..."

"What?"

"I refer to you in my thoughts as 'my other mother'."

"Heh! Yeah, I suppose I'd seem that way... I'm just as much your mother, though. You know that, right? Even if my influence wasn't what it is today, I was always there and I always loved and cherished you like she did. And remember: She made a conscious decision to feed me and... step back. As it were."

"She knew you'd seduce me," I assumed.

"From my perspective, you seduced me," she replied, glancing at me with a smile. "But yes, she knew I'd become aggressive with you in that sense. Remember, it may have been me that first started thinking of you in that way, but she was influenced by it."

"So... you and she are separate from each other, but not. The same personality, but not," I voiced, more as a thought than a communication.

" ... Yeah," she agreed with a shrug. "Or separated aspects of the same personality. It's hard to look at that way, but..."

I got up again, carefully stepping between the periwinkles to crouch in a fresh area, she doing the same. We worked away silently for a minute, she no doubt thinking over the things we'd discussed like I was until she spoke again.

"Look... this conversation has been a little lopsided up to this point, don't you think?"

"How do you mean?"

"It's like I told you: We're different from other people. You too."

"Oh."

"It's one of the reasons we should fuck, because we are so different and we could never have that with anyone else. I think you should embrace that. Your true potential lies with... my other son," she finished with a funny smile. "And I must say that I'm curious about him. I see him in you at times, you know. Now that I can recognize him."

"I don't notice."

"You wouldn't. I never did when I was your age. ... I think we should start drinking together."

" ... What?"

"I know and I don't mean that exactly the way it sounds, but we are what we are and I don't see how it serves either of us to run from it. Ultimately, that attitude may lead to disaster."

"She and Olivia felt differently," I countered, somewhat nervous about this idea and less than happy about her having seen her other son. That was exactly the thing I was worried about, especially after my meeting with Audrey.

"That's because they didn't know what they were dealing with. Besides, I'm a lot different now that I'm older, beyond the impulsive, rash, wild behaviour of my youth and I believe a balance is possible. Maybe even necessary at this point in my life, if not yours. That's why I want us to take another little shared journey tonight."

"Mum... I know where you're coming from, and don't doubt that your point of view has merit in my mind, but when I think of your mother, the things you told me... It scares the crap outta me and I'm not crazy about going there."

"Nothing in life comes without risk, not even answers. I totally understand the value in playing it safe where possible, but there comes a time when you have to act to make it all pay off. Without that, there's no point in playing it safe or even playing at all. That said, I do understand your fears. My mother slowly became a very unsettling person to share a home with and don't think that fact and our heritage doesn't press on my mind, but... I don't think running from our selves is a viable option. Not now. Besides, sweetie pie, Mummy is here to help and guide you. You could think of me as..."

"My Jedi Master?"

"Ugh! Yes, but I hate that whole Star Wars analogy. It reminds me of my mother and I find it lame. It's probably the best one, though and I can't blame the psycho bitch for adopting it. Really, we'd just be sort of 'study buddies', if you get my drift. Explorers of self and one another."

I didn't want to respond to this. I could see how her aims would make it harder for me to keep my promise and I suspected that this was no accident on her part. This isn't to say that I didn't think she was sincere in the motivation she'd explained, that of educating ourselves to what we were for our own good, but I just couldn't have it.

"Mum... this is all a bit much. You've had time- years --to become adjusted to this, even if you didn't know the true nature of... you. I only just found out about our family legacy."

" ... You're right. I'm sorry, I won't push. But could you please at least keep it in mind? Think about it?"

"Yeah. Just try and stop me at this point. I'll be thinking of little else. You know what, though?"

"What?"

"It's a lot better talking to you about stuff than me," I confided with a smile.

She looked up and gave me a warm smile of her own in reply, this bringing an end to the conversation in favour of, "Let's take a little break from this. We'll hide the pail and take a walk over the rocks and do some exploring back there, hm?"

"Okay, that sounds like fun."

"Your other mother is lots of fun, isn't she?"

"Yeah. But I love you both, you know."

"Of course," she agreed, grabbing the pail and getting to her feet. "Let's go, sweetie pie. Watch your step."

"I will," I promised as we took each other's hand and carefully avoided the periwinkles on the sand while making our way to the rocks.

Part 3

The meal at Pitbull's house was just as fun as our day at the beach, the periwinkles every bit as delicious as Mum promised despite the unfortunate bits of sandy grit that came with them. Mum joked that it was good for the digestive tract. She also brought along a large bottle of rum and had apparently arranged for Cathy and Trina to be present, both of whom loved the seafood treat as well. I thought this was kind of odd, as Roxy didn't get to be there, but her reasoning became obvious after Pitbull moved his grandmother to her room for a nap, her single glass of rum and coke working with the great time she had to put her out for the rest of the visit.

The five of us all sat around the living room, Mum on the couch and now dressed in a loose, short black skirt, black stockings and a black top with an overly wide neckline that often fell from her shoulder. Trina and Cathy reclined on either side of her while Pitbull sat in an armchair in his usual street attire. Having subtly managed to avoid any large consumption of alcohol, I observed with a medium buzz in a folding lawn chair across from the couch and at a right angle to Pitbull. The coffee table occupied the space between, filled with plates that held empty periwinkle shells and toothpicks used to get the boiled creatures out of their shells with.

"All I'm saying," Mum insisted with a winning smile, "is that people who grew up with siblings have a better grasp on dealing with other people than an only child will. There's nothing wrong with being an only child and a lot of them tend to stand out, Steven being a good example, but it's unfortunate that he's missed out on some things."

"Okay," Pitbull spoke up, "I'm an only child, what did I miss out on?"

"Well, you play and fight with siblings differently than other kids. You're closer, you have that opportunity to learn that people are all alike in some ways and different in others. Plus, it makes you sharper."

"Like how?" Trina asked from her left, actually looking quite good in her worn hip huggers and oval necked, hot pink T-shirt.

"You get to interact on a deeper level," Mum replied, glancing down ever so briefly at the cleavage the young woman's respectable chest offered. "Take the classic staredown contest for example: An only child doesn't have the opportunity of rainy day practice. Know what I mean?"

"I'm awesome at staredown," Pitbull bragged.

"You're an exception, dear. I'm sure you could stare down an oncoming bus, and I'd expect it to stop, too," Mum told him with sincere humour, at least acting a bit buzzed if she wasn't for real.

He seemed to take this as a great compliment as Trina said, "Okay, I have a little brother and we used to play that game, but Cathy is an only child, so why don't we just put this to the test?"

"It wouldn't be fair," Mum disagreed while Cathy, a dirty blonde as opposed to her darker friend's dyed auburn, began to take more interest. "I'm older than you and I'm pretty good. I was the youngest of us kids, but I always won."

"I'm willing to chance it," Trina lightly slurred. "Cathy, you wanna?"

"Sure," she laughed a bit nervously, sitting forward in her short, gray denim skirt and dark blue baseball shirt, unbuttoned as far as possible to add allure to what appeared to be a small bust that matched her slim hips.

"You asked for it," Mum told them, winking at me after.

(heeere we go)

"Cathy first," Trina suggested, also sitting forward.

"Yeah," the blonde said, "'cause I'm the one you should be able to beat if your theory is true."

"Right," Pitbull agreed, "and if you can beat her, then Trina is the control match so we know you really are good."

"Very well," she easily agreed, still sitting back with her glass of rum and coke, crossing her legs and exposing the bottom of a black garter strap along her thigh. "You all know the rules: Direct eye contact, no looking away, talking or smiling."




My Other Mother Ch. 10



The rules were agreed upon and I watched with a funny knot in my gut as it began. Cathy was rooted to her seat within five seconds and Mum held her there in the Jedi spell. Anyone else would have thought they were both equally as good at the game, but I knew that this wasn't the case at all.

After almost two minutes, the slightest smile twitched the corners of Mum's inviting mouth and Cathy slowly began to lose it, finally laughing in a slightly off way. Mum took the victory graciously, like anybody who expected to win might if they had any class. Taking a sip at her drink, she turned to Trina with a challenging smile and a raised brow.

"My turn," the young woman agreed, situating herself comfortably and appearing to gather her wits.

This time I could see Mum's eyes and I read the intense focus in their darkly flashing brightness. Although it took a little longer than it took for Cathy, Trina soon fell to those eyes, staring back blank faced and open minded while Mum did whatever. From the corner of my eye, Pitbull only watched with interest for the entertainment value it appeared to be.

After a couple minutes, Trina began to smile, then looked away to laugh.

"Dammit!" she chuckled good naturedly.

"Language, dear," Mum gently reminded.

"Oh. Sorry, Kathleen. Bit too much to drink," she added with a giggle.

"It's alright. But I told you I was good, didn't I?"

"Yes," Trina admitted, still sitting forward with very positive attention on Mum, as Cathy was.

"But you were better. You had more practice than beautiful Cathy here."

Cathy was quite pleased with this compliment.

"Am I beautiful?" Trina asked.

"Yes you are, dear. Both of you are."

"So are you," Trina, the more vocal of the friends replied. "And really cool."

"Thanks," my other mother laughed, "But you have that... youth factor. Your tits are still nice and perky whereas mine are... less perky," she finished with another laugh.

"I think they're hot." Trina said, looking right down at them.

"I wish mine were bigger," Cathy complained.

"There's nothing wrong with your tits, Cathy," Mum told her, turning her head to look into her eyes again. "If you think about it for just one second, you'll see there's nothing wrong with the way you look at all, is there?"

" ... No... No, there isn't."

"I think Cathy's hot. I like small tits," Pitbull announced, obviously feeling pretty good.

"See?" Mum asked the blonde, gesturing to Pitbull.

"I like mine," Trina said proudly.

Looking her in the eye, Mum said, "Show us. Take your shirt off."

" ... Well... why not?"

She obediently lifted her shirt over her head as we all watched, Pitbull's eyes widening.

"Trina!" Cathy giggled.

Ignoring her friend, she laid it on the arm of the chair when she was done and stuck her chest out in her satiny, titanium coloured bra for us all to see.

"Very nice, Trina," Mum assured while looking them over.

"Cathy should take hers off, too," Pitbull suggested, a lump having suddenly appeared in the front of his jeans as he looked the slimmer girl up and down.

"Yeah," Trina agreed.

"No way!" Cathy laughed, although looking at Mum as if to ask her opinion.

Mum's reply was to smile reassuringly and remove her shirt for her, the surprised young woman compliantly raising her arms in the air. She wasn't wearing a bra and she turned red at Pitbull's long, low whistle at what I would judge to be her small B-cup breasts.

"Oh, they're perfect, Cathy," Mum breathed, boldly taking one in her hand and squeezing a little. "Lovely, hard nipples."

"Ohh. Thank you, Kathleen."

Mum looked up at me then, down at the lump in my pants, then up to my face with a pointed expression. She wanted me to participate, but I wasn't sure how, or that I even wanted to despite how this was turning me on like crazy.

She looked away, fastening her smile on Trina as she used her other hand to pull the girl's bra cups down, exposing her as she did Cathy, her ignorant victim watching excitedly.

"Oooohh, Trina... Very nice," she approved, tweaking the girl's nipple and making her inhale sharply.

"Th- thanks, Kathleen."

"You're very welcome, dear."

"I'm... all horned up."

"That's not a bad thing, is it?" Mum asked, switching to her other dark, hard bud.

"No-o. Mmm, that feels good."

She flashed me another look as she turned to Cathy, saying, "Are you feeling all warm and naughty?"

She nodded with a smile as Mum shamelessly groped her.

"And that's alright, isn't it?"

"Yes. That's cool," Cathy agreed.

Mum then addressed Pitbull, teasing, "I can see how you feel about it."

He blushed a little and shrugged at this, remaining silent in favour of watching like I was, much to the subtle, increased irritation in Mum's third, now pointed look at me. Her next words were full of sarcasm of the same subtlety.

"Having fun, sweetie pie?"

How was I supposed to answer to that? Of course I was having fun, but I had no idea what in hell she was doing. My erection and the fear of what might happen if I pissed her off forced my hand.

"Yeah, but... You should pull your shirt down, Mum. Show us your tits."

All four of them were quite surprised at that, even Mum, and I wasn't sure she was acting as she looked at me with the same open mouthed smile as the others, hers mixed with a hint of uncertainty. I liked that, I must say.

"It does seem only fair..." Pitbull dared.

The girls looked at her and her chest, obviously wanting to see despite the fact that her son had suggested it. I wondered what I was thinking, but the situation was apparently and weirdly in hand.

"Well... I guess popular demand has spoken, hm?" she allowed, looking at me as she leaned forward, preparing to remove the garment.

"We'll get it, Kathleen," Trina volunteered.

She allowed Trina and Cathy to slowly, almost dramatically stretch the neck of her loose pullover across her shoulders and down her arms. She still looked a bit uncertain as more and more cleavage came into view along with the straps of a flimsy, semi-supportive, black lace bra, the heavy cargo of which awed everyone when her top was pulled down, over and beneath them.

"Wow," Cathy whispered.

Trina, as though in a daze, grabbed one and squeezed gently, the same way Mum had done to her. Cathy hesitatingly grabbed the other and they both fondled my mother in front of me and the gawping Pitbull.

"Mmm. Oh, girls, that... feels so nice."

"Take them right out," I directed after a few moments of this, getting the sense that both of us were allowing this to spin out of control, but quashing the warning voices in my head like she probably was.

"Yeah," Pitbull agreed.

"Oh my!" Mum laughed, actually turning a shade of pink as the girls did as told, pulling the loose cups down to show us her magnificent breasts, nipples incredibly hard and erect.

Trina was the first to lean over and attach her lips to Mum's bud, Cathy soon following. They grabbed them and continued fondling, suckling with small, short moans as Mum's hands cupped the back of their heads, stroking and holding them there with her lips partly open.

"Ooohhh, that's... mmmm. Whatever happens with my nipples goes straight down between my l-legs, you know. They're very... (sigh!) sensitive..."

This was totally awesome. I took another drink, unintentionally more than a sip as I looked on.

Mum seemed to forget her uncertainty as her enjoyment continued, and when Cathy stopped sucking her nipple, she carefully guided the younger blonde's lips to hers by the hair. They began making out heavily, Mum grabbing her boobs and squeezing while Cathy went back to groping Mum's right tit.

I watched as Mum's other hand dropped from Trina's head and rubbed her back, the auburn haired young woman moaning at the contact, more so when that hand began caressing the top of her shapely ass.

"So hot!..." Pitbull gasped, now rubbing himself through his pants.

"(gasp) Let me have those nice titties, Cathy hon..."

Cathy came to a quick and easy kneeling position beside Mum, allowing the older blonde to begin kissing and licking her pert breasts, tenderly respecting them before her lips found the erect nipple that teased her so. She kissed, slowly licked and finally sucked while her hand massaged the inside of Cathy's thigh.

"Ohhhhh," the girl moaned pleasurably.

Then Trina joined her at her friends other tit, alternately kissing and giggling with Mum.

"Ohh, Kathleen!" she enthused in a low tone. "This is fun!"

Mum bent her head to Trina's ear and whispered something before drawing back to look at her with a sexy, coy grin, her hand wandering ever further up Cathy's thigh and beneath her skirt.

"Yes," Trina replied sincerely. "And I'll do anything you ask, Kathleen. You're the best."

"I'll do anything too," Cathy added while spreading her knees on the couch a bit further.

"Me too," Pitbull put in.

"Oh? Well... Cathy, why don't you go sit with Pitbull? He's a good guy and he's obviously into you. I think you two are going to make an excellent couple. Don't you?"

They both looked from one another to Mum, Cathy excited and convinced, Pitbull looking like he'd just won the lottery.

"Go on, hon, you two need to get to know one another better. A lot better."

"Yes, Kathleen."

She got off the couch and walked to Pitbull with a wide smile that mirrored his and got into his lap. The mean, south end dog seemed to melt as they both started making out, his hand slowly rising up her thin body to cup one of her breasts.

"Now, as for Steven..." Mum said while smiling at me, her hand lightly caressing up and down Trina's thigh as the younger woman looked at me strangely. "I think he likes the bigger boobs. Don't you, baby?"

I smiled a bit sheepishly and nodded, saying, "Yeah."

"Well, it just so happens that Trina thinks you're pretty cute, so why not come over here and help your mum with her tits?"

This surprised me, even though it maybe shouldn't have after Roxy, but I honestly didn't expect this because of everything Mum had ever said about whores, this attractive young woman being one by her own estimation. Cathy's friend looked at me hopefully, almost imploringly and I found myself easily justifying my decision to take another slug of my rum and coke before lifting myself from the armchair. Hey, I trusted my mother and that was all the excuse my penis needed at the time.

I took Cathy's place on the couch as Trina repositioned herself to her knees so that the lips of both me and Mum could have access to her nice round tits, probably large C-cup. She moaned as we fondled and sucked, nibbling on her fat, erect nipples to her extreme bliss. As extra fuel for that bliss, Mum's hand was squeezing gently between Trina's legs the way I do to her, slowly over and over, making her gasp and moan all the more. Her knees spread further as her hands rubbed our shoulders, backs and the back of our heads.

"I know..." Mum breathed after a few minutes of this fun, her chest heaving with her own excitement. "You two should take off all your clothes. Hmm?"

"Yeah," Trina readily agreed.

"Okay," I chimed in, subtly trembling all over with concern and anticipation.

I remembered Mum telling me not to wear underwear before we left home and then knew why as I unfastened my pants across from Trina, who was going through the same procedure. We watched each other while Mum watched us with her dirtiest expression, especially when my rock hard shaft fell out.

We displayed ourselves proudly for Mum and each other when we were done, me on my knees like Trina at this point while Mum smiled fondly at us, lovingly stroking our asses, backs and stomachs. Her magical touch was exhilarating and I began caring less and less about what would happen as I watched Trina responding very favourably to the same touch. Nude like I was, she stared at my dick as it stood straight up, bobbing less than a foot in front of Mum's face.

"Ohhh, sweetie pie..." she whispered while pulling the bared girl down to a seat beside and close to her. "I think Trina wants that."

"Trina wants that," the young woman affirmed with a slightly delirious grin.

"Lick it all over, hon." Mum suggested in the sweetest voice.

"Mmmm!" she replied eagerly, moving forward and putting one hand on my thigh, her tongue at the base of my dick.

She licked all the way to the top while Mum made small sounds of approval, pinching her nipple while her other hand rested at the very bottom of my ass as though I might suddenly change my mind and try to get away.

This was one hell of a scene alright, especially when I groaned, looked up and saw Cathy getting to know Pitbull in the same manner, her denim skirt bunched to her waist to show the backs of her dark blue panties, his pants at his ankles.

Trina gladly licked my balls all over, then she moved to my shaft, pushing it around and catching it again, pressing sloppy kisses and licking right up to the head, looking sweetly up at me from time to time like Mum would often do. She was really pretty good, better than Staci, (it seemed every woman was better than useless Staci) and I could easily see myself accidently wasting my life with her.

Finally, she grabbed the base of my cock with her other hand and held it in offering to my well entertained mother.

"Want some?"

"I love cock," Mum answered in a soft voice.

She leaned forward and began licking my cockhead while both Trina and I watched. This was good. Very good. After a minute Trina joined her, both of them licking me as though sharing an ice cream cone and, of course, Trina was the first one to put it in her mouth, sucking like the little whore she was before giving it back to Mum. She took great pleasure watching her suck her own son's cock and I knew this had to be the Jedi spell. I could believe it genuinely turned Roxanne on, but I somehow knew better here and hoped Mum knew what she was doing. I sure as hell didn't.

After a few turns, Trina left her to a single minded devotion over my cock to spread Mum's already uncrossed legs further. I reached down and hiked her skirt all the way to her navel, so I could see a small pair of black lace panties with a sexy, matching garter belt. Trina looked up at each of us in turn with a smile before spreading her legs even further.

"Mmmm. Ommmb! Mmmmmm, Km-k!" was Mum's only reply, sucking my cockhead momentarily before deepthroating me.

"Ohh, Mum, fuuuck," I groaned as she worked me so well, Trina kissing her inner thighs while rubbing her hips.

Just as Trina reached her groin, Mum lifted her ass, slouching just a bit, and rolled her pelvis up into Trina's waiting mouth. The little whore kissed her panties, then pressed her mouth even harder, making Mum wail around her mouthful of me. I watched Trina pull the black lace to the side to begin kissing and licking Mum's soaked pussy directly, eyes closed and loving every tongueful as Mum squealed around me, letting me out of her throat to go back to some vigorous sucking.

Pitbull and Cathy were now naked and engaged in what looked like a very uncomfortable, but quite spectacular sixty-nine on the chair and I suddenly noticed that Pitbull's dick made mine look average.

I went back to watching Trina, now fingering my Mum as well as sucking her pussy, slathering her tongue over her erected clitoris and still loving every moment of it. Mum must have been pretty turned on because before long she was convulsing violently in orgasm, grunting and huffing around my cock while holding Trina's head to her sex.

With a short, broken yell, I began filling my mother's mouth with my fresh cum. She squealed again, excitedly as she jerked me, still sucking like the little whore at her pussy was until we were both finished, but nowhere near satiated.

A thick line of my seed slopped from the corner of her mouth as she let me out and smiled up at me. Trina and I watched as she swallowed my load in three gulps.

"Oh my god... You... swallowed your son's juice!"

"You wanted me to," Mum replied with a sleazy, cum soaked voice.

" ... I liked it, yeah."

We all looked over to the armchair as Cathy's voice wailed carnal pleasure, seeing her sitting astride Pitbull and slowly lowering herself, watching his thick cock spread her during a time honoured disappearing act.

"Isn't that nice?" Mum asked.

We both nodded, Trina saying, "Yeah... look at how big his cock is."

We watched a few moments before Mum sat up again, beginning to straighten her clothes and gesturing to me that I should replace mine.

"You know..." she said, carefully throwing one leg over the ducking Trina's head, "Now that I think of it..."

Trina looked up as she stood, took her hand when it was offered to stand with her while I pulled my jeans back on, still hard as hell and wanting Mum bad.

"Since you and Cathy are such good friends and Pitbull's such a good guy... You should be in on their new relationship, too. Let's face it, there's a lot of man there, huh?"

"Trina understood her double meaning and smiled, saying, "There sure is."

She led the naked young woman to the chair and gently pushed her into the coupled friends, their arms and mouths gladly accepting her and pulling her down to the chair.

"There. Now, you three have every chance in the world. You girls can move out of your parent's house and live here where Pitbull can look out for you like a man does and like he can. You'll all get a job and there'll be plenty of money to take care of one another and Agnes. None of you have any reason to cheat, and you'll all live very happily ever after. Won't you?"

They all replied positively with crooked, erotic smiles, agreeable gasps and eager nods.

"For now, you should all just fuck one another senseless, but tomorrow would be a good time to get started on your new life. Pitbull... No more getting into trouble. No more time wasted at the County Lockup, right?"

"Ri-! Right, Kathleen! No more tr- uh-h --trouble or... jail!"

"Good. I'll talk to you three little dears later this week to make sure everything's okay. ... Okay?" she lightly quipped, received the same writhing, moaning group reply as the last time.

Finally, my other mother turned to look at me and, seeing that I was dressed and about ready to go as I levered my sneakers back on, held out her hand in silent invitation to exit with her, leaving the threesome to themselves.

Part 4

It was all over as suddenly as it had begun and, at first, I couldn't say anything as we walked down the sidewalk that early evening. It was almost seven and there were no brilliant orange and reds lighting up the western horizon, hinting at clouds and possibly fog or rain for the following day.

After we'd gone about half a block, I looked around at her, surprised as I often was as of late at how she was actually shorter than me and not the other way around. She regarded me with an explosive smile that did indeed explode.

"Wooohooo! Yeah, baby!" she cried, even throwing her arms up in the air.

I couldn't help but smile at this display, the first of its kind I'd ever seen from either of my mothers. Behind my smile, however, was the feeling one would have after falling off a building and into a luckily parked mattress truck.

"Wasn't that something else!?" she enthusiastically demanded.

"You blew me away." I had to admit, my shocked smile still in place.

She laughed uproariously at this, her hand clutching my upper arm a bit tight as she walked along, half doubled over beside me. I had a suspicion that this time her alcohol absorption ability had been overwhelmed.

"I knew she'd offer your cock to me, I knew it!" she bragged after she got some hold on herself. "I didn't even have to nudge her! And you! What were you waiting for?"




My Other Mother Ch. 11



Part 1

They both loved my gift, all the more so for the taboo nature of who it was from. They were quite turned on by it and I had to admit that the two were a good pair. Mum acted like our conversation on the way home never happened, her buzz having rapidly deteriorated to the point where I wondered if that happened.

But it was when she went to take a shower that I got hit with yet something else.

"Steven?" Roxanne asked from my usual spot at the table.

"Yeah?" I asked.

I was sitting on the bed and trying to get my mind off of things until they left by navigating the ever tricky Nurburgring at high speed with an overpowered GTO.

"Well... I don't want to sound like I'm prying, but I'm a little bit... concerned... about something."

"What's that?" I asked, feeling myself tense up, this having nothing to do with noticing how I'd already burnt the rear tires off.

"Well... does your mother have a lot of bad dreams?"

The unforgettable image of my own, dear grammie Marie clawing her way up my body with the aid of paring knives seemed to force the throttle the rest of the way, putting the Pontiac sideways and just out of control. I slid that way until a black Charger plowed through my rear end, sending me spinning as it raced unperturbed along its way, followed by a white Mustang, then a red Corvette. The digital disaster seemed so darkly appropriate somehow as I drifted across the narrow grassy shoulder and smashed the guard rail hard enough to kill me, my heart in my throat and a drafty, cold fear whipping through me. Putting the game on pause, I turned to her, hanging on to the controller as though it might allow me to turn off anything I wouldn't like.

"Like what kind of dreams, Roxy?"

"She wouldn't tell me about them, but she woke up screaming... It was awful, she was so scared. It was hard to bring her down and I was actually pretty scared myself."

" ... When was this?"

"Last night and the last time she slept with me before that."

"What was she screaming?"

"Something about her mother."

My heart seemed to shrivel in my chest. Yes, it was only a dream, but I no longer had the complete luxury of dismissing such things out of hand, especially after speaking with Audrey. I stared at her, feeling that cold draft of fear again while my mind tripped over itself.

"Does that mean something?" she asked.

" ... I... I don't know, I'll... I'll ask her about it."

This seemed to relax her to a degree and I couldn't help but envy her that.

"Okay, thanks." she conveyed. "I know it sounds stupid, I just never saw anybody wake up like that. Twice."

"I understand. Uhh... look, Roxy, thanks for telling me that and if... if it happens again, you know..."

"I'll tell you."

"Good, thanks. She's probably under a lot of pressure right now. She's working hard for us in her own way and... well..."

"Yeah. She probably just needs a break from her stresses."

"Probably."

Part 2

"Are you sure about this?" asked Marci, a doubtful note in her tone as we looked at the large two storey townhouse.

It was dark, almost ten-thirty and I wondered if it was only this and the clients inside Shoreline Adult Residential Facility, the one in particular, that made the place seem so foreboding.

"Yeah, it's not that late, they shouldn't have a problem with it," I distractedly answered.

"And what exactly is it that you want me to do?"

"Marci, I'm sorry I can't tell you the whole thing. It's just something I'd never feel comfortable discussing and I'm really not even at liberty to, but if you really do want to help... just... check this person out for me. I want to know your impression is all. Come on."

We began walking up the narrow driveway, the distance lit by an overhead floodlight. I had no idea who would be working, it being Saturday evening, but I had a feeling it wouldn't matter once they found out who I was.

So, am I visiting as a Pastor, or...?"

"That's more or less what I'll tell the staff to get you in, but beyond that... I guess it's in your capacity as a Pastor that I want your impression, yeah."

"And you're not coming in with me?"

"No, that would throw the test off."

"Test?"

"Yeah, your impression. Don't even mention me or that I'm here, and don't look her in the eyes."

"Why shouldn't I look her in the eyes?"

"Just don't."

"Why do I not like this?"

A strange woman answered the door. She looked at me questioningly, a little warily until she spotted Marci with the collar of office to my side and slightly back where I had her stand before I knocked. I figured it'd be better that way in case I had to use the Jedi spell to make this little test happen.

"Hi, I'm Steven Burchell."

Immediate recognition at that name set into her features. The thirty something, tall gawky woman with black hair and glasses took another look at Marci before speaking.

"I'm Kim Cogan. Look, I don't want to sound put-offish, but... if you could just come back when Maureen or Audrey's working-"

"I'm not going in for a visit. This is Pastor Marx," I introduced, turning slightly and gesturing to my nervous friend in black with the bible. "I've asked her to bless Marie."

"(ahem) Good evening, Ms. Cogan," Marci greeted.

The caregiver stood in the doorway, the sound of a television running somewhere behind her creating a false welcoming feel. She was still unsure about this, but I didn't want to nudge her, as Mum had put it, unless I had to.

"It's a lot better than me going in there. And we both know she wants to see me again. She'd be pretty upset if she found out you refused that. Don't you think?"

It was a ballsy move, but Donald Rumsfeld taught me at an early age that fear mongering is a great way to nudge people in itself.

Her brows sharpened and I thought for a second that I'd have to write a letter of complaint to Donald, but an underlying fear that was present since I mentioned my name came to the surface along with her ire, overwhelming it and prompting her to stand aside.

"Thanks, Kim, I really appreciate this."

Kim declined reply as we walked inside. The place looked somehow different than I remembered and I had to chalk it up to the lighting. Two residents sat in the open dining area playing cards, one of them looking Marci up and down as though she were a piece of meat while the other casually leaned forward and checked out her cards with a demented grin.

"Uh, if you could just show the Pastor to Marie's room... I don't think there's any need to mention I'm here."

Obviously, this was preferential for Kim and she quickly complied, looking at Marci and then walking off down the hall without a word.

Marci followed, more unsure and nervous than ever as she shot me another questioning look over her shoulder. I smiled, a nervous gesture meant to reassure her that failed utterly.

Almost ten minutes later, a door down the hall burst open and out came Marci, half walking, half running, my grandmother's disturbingly youthful cackle following her all the way down the hall and raising the hairs on the back of my neck. When she was close enough, I saw fear and humiliation in her eyes as she barely looked at me, only grabbing my arm on the way by. Kim was nowhere to be seen. She jerked the back door open, bounced it off the wall and hurriedly dragged me outside, not even bothering to close it behind us in favour of a silent, rushed trip through the backyard, down the driveway and out to the street.

"Marci, what happened?" I asked with a strange sinking feeling. Maybe this was a mistake.

She didn't answer, only kept speed walking with a grip on my forearm that was becoming painful.

"Marci!"

She stopped up suddenly, breathing hard and wild eyed. After looking back the way we'd come as though somebody could be following us, she fixed her frightened expression on me.

"What in God-damned hell was that!?

"She- What happened?"

Her answer was to grab my arm and start walking quickly again, looking over her shoulder. I decided to let her go like this, to distance herself if it would calm her down some while I once again questioned my wisdom in setting up this meeting.

Finally, we neared the city's party zone, the corner stores, brighter lights, people on the sidewalks and the sounds of nearby revelry a comfort to us both, I think. She stopped in front of an ancient stone church with a high steeple and wrought Iron gate to sit on a bench with her back to the old building, dragging me down to a seat beside her. She was still winded but more from the power walking than whatever happened with Marie.

After her breathing slowed, she turned to me and said, "She knew."

" ... What? What did she know?"

"I did something when I lived in Toronto. Something I shouldn't have and she knew... I don't know how in hell, but she... Steven, who is that?"

There was no reason not to tell her now. She wouldn't be very quick to assume I was crazy at this point. Besides, that part supposedly came later in life.

"She's my grandmother."

" ... That thing... That's not anybody's grandmother. That's not anybody's anything. H- how's that for my impression, huh?"

"Marci, I'm sorry... I didn't realize... I had to know for sure if she was just crazy, or what. I'm sorry, but it was really important and... You're the only person... I'm sorry."

She only looked at me at first, then nodded her head once, appearing to gather herself somewhat before facing the street and taking a deep, shaky breath, letting it out as she leaned against the back of the bench.

"She was... very friendly. When I first walked in I was struck by her beauty, despite her age. I said hello, introduced myself... She has this voice... like a little girl, but so... not. She was friendly, like I said and we got to talking about little things like the weather, even though I was kind of disturbed by her almost from the beginning. I just chalked it up to the circumstances, but I soon found that she and I... We made eye contact at some point and I can't remember... She just came out and told me. Like an accusation. She told me all about my... transgression. Why I moved back here."

She took another deep breath, let it out and went on with, "When- when I was in Toronto, I had this church, you see. I, um... got caught stealing from the... uhhh... collection plate. They didn't turn me in, but they saw to it I'd never preach in an accredited church again and that's why I moved back home to... do what it is that I do. She knew all of it, even though I never told anyone since I moved back. She has no way of knowing, but took great pleasure in telling me anyway. Then she started laughing and... I realized she'd come forward in her wheelchair and... touched me."

"Touched you?"

"Yes. She grabbed my... Between my legs."

" ... Oh, shhhh-"

"I jumped back, away from her. It was like... I knew her for what she is, but in a deep, deep part of me, the part where God speaks from. I had to reorient who I was for a second and then I just got out of there."

"Marci, holy shit, I'm so sorry. I never should've had you... Oh, shit!"

We sat in silence for a minute as she continued to calm down and I continued to feel like a careless idiot for exposing poor Marci to my fucked up grandmother, but I really had no idea Marie would do anything like that. She had no reason to do anything at all.

"I feel horrible," I told her.

" ... Don't," she answered without looking at me. "I assume you've met her?"

"Yes."

"I'd probably want a second opinion, too. I wish I never met her, but I do understand and I know you couldn't have known. This is what's been bothering you so much, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"You're afraid you're like her, or that you'll end up that way."

" ... Yes."

"I once told you that when I look you in the eyes, I get a sense that you'll either have your way with the world or it will have its way with you. Well, I saw in her eyes... something similar. If I were you, I'd be afraid, too."

This felt almost like a death sentence, a doctor telling me that I would eventually fall to Alzheimer's disease. I didn't reply, only stared out to the street, nodding and feeling that cold draft of fear again.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I shouldn't have said that."

"It's okay. I know it's a possibility. I have to deal with that."

"She's not just crazy, you know."

"I know."

"She's...

"I know. She's wrong."

"Yes. I can't describe it, but she's... just wrong."

We sat in silence for another ten minutes or so, me slowly sinking into a pit of depression and despair, she thinking who knows what.

"You won't tell anybody, will you?" she finally asked. "About what I did in Toronto?"

"No."

"I won't tell anyone about... you."

I nodded to this.

"Well," she sighed, "we can't stay here all night. Let's go."

I stood up and walked beside her, not even thinking to ask where we were going until we were walking down another dark driveway, then down a short set of cement stairs to a low basement door with a wooden, A shaped awning above it.

"Where's this?" I asked as she tucked her bible into an inside pocket of her blazer.

I couldn't see her expression in the dark when she turned and said, "I don't think I'm in any frame of mind for my usual rounds. Not tonight."

She used a doorbell and we waited, me wondering if this was the home of a friend of hers or something. Momentarily, the door was opened by a woman of sorts. Almost as tall as me, she was the very picture of 'bull dyke' with brush cut, jeans, work shirt, boots and a beer gut.

"Pastor Marx," she husked, looking her up and down in the light from inside with a surprised grin.

"Hello, Arlene. I thought I'd drop in for a drink or two with my friend here, if that's okay."

Arlene looked me over in much the same way she did Marci before smiling wider and standing aside so we could enter.

It was a darkened basement that someone had converted to a bar with beer posters on the walls, tables, a counter where they sold booze and a lot of black lighting. There were about ten or twelve people, a few of them women, all of them pretty rough looking, sitting around at their tables drinking and shouting over the loud gangster rap that was being played. Overall, it wasn't the type of establishment I'd expect Marci to even know about, let alone prefer as a hangout spot.

From one of these tables came shouted invitations for Marci to join them as I took her upper arm, saying, "I don't think this is a very good place for us."

"No, it's fine," she replied before moving off to the table to accept the proffered invitation, one of the guys grabbing a nearby chair for her while they made just enough room.

I went to follow her for want of any other move when Arlene suddenly blocked my path with her bulk and smile.

"Hey, lamb chop, what's your name?"

"Uh, Steven," I politely replied.

She put her palm to her ear and I repeated my name louder.

"Well, come on over and sit with me and my friend, why doncha?"

I didn't have time to accept or decline before I found myself being guided by her hand on my back to a table in a corner, Arlene shouting something at the female bartender.

Her friend was actually kind of attractive in that slutty, skanky way with long black hair and a chubby body that pushed her hips and large boobs out in a way that her jeans and long pullover took advantage of. She looked the same age as Arlene, probably in her late forties, and was introduced as Sue.

Arlene sat and I was about to get another chair for myself when she grabbed my forearm and dragged me to a seat in her lap with a strength I wouldn't have expected. It happened so quick that my arm ended up behind her head and across her shoulders just so I could avoid falling.

I smiled nervously at hers and Sue's laughter, not knowing how to take this and not wanting to offend. These people didn't seem the type who'd respond well to offense, not even the women.

"Comfy, lamb chop?"

I could only nod as my anxiety level hopped up a notch.

"I think he's shy," Sue noted, looking me up and down like Arlene had.

"We can fix that," the bull dyke asserted as the bartender, a thirty something blonde with no bra under her orange tank top set three bottles of beer on the table.

"I like 'em shy," Sue sleazed.

"Um, are you sure you wouldn't rather I just used a chair? Because-"

"Nope. Here, put this to ya," Arlene half insisted, putting the bottle to my lips and tipping it.

I tried to move away, but a strong hand at the back of my neck held me and I ended up chugging the disgusting stuff to avoid having it dumped down my shirt. By the time I got the bottle tipped down with my own hands, it was gone and I was practically gagging, my head almost spinning.

"Pretty potent stuff, eh?" Arlene laughed. "It's our own brew."

I believed it, wondering if it was spiked with antifreeze.

"Um, I have a girlfriend and I really shouldn't-"

"I got a girlfriend too," Arlene interrupted, nodding to sue. "Maybe next time you can bring yours, eh?"

"I-"

"Wooo-wooo-wooo!" somebody yelled, again interrupting my protests.

I looked to see Marci good naturedly rolling her eyes as she removed her blazer, putting it over the back of her chair while all the men at the table checked her out.

"Don't worry about the Pastor," Arlene advised, "and any friend of hers is a friend of ours."

"But, I'm only eighteen and I probably shouldn't-"

"Only eighteen," Sue enthused. "A nice, fresh little piece of meat you are, huh?"

"Heh, but I-"

This time I was interrupted by another bottle being forced to my mouth and another large amount went down in the same manner as the first.

I sputtered and choked a bit, wiping my mouth as I felt Arlene's hand on my thigh and heard her laughter. I suddenly realized I was in a situation. One where I had little or no control and my senses and rationale were beginning to be corrupted by the mystery booze and Sue's big tits. If I didn't do something to get out of Arlene's lap without causing offense soon, who knew what would happen?

Without me realizing, Sue had dragged her chair closer and was now touching me, rubbing my back and sides. It felt good and it somehow lulled me to the point where I had trouble thinking about getting my shit together around the horrid beer that now coursed through my body.

Meanwhile, Marci was undergoing the same type treatment except willingly. The men on either side of her held her arms straight out while a third held an upended bottle to the mouth of her upturned face. Her eyes were closed and the only struggle was to not smile any wider while she pleased the cheering crowd. She did just before she finished off the bottle and the rest dumped all over her mouth, running down her cheeks and over her chin. She finished swallowing and laughed as the third man dumped the rest down the front of her black blouse.

They held on to her arms while another guy upped the ante by pulling out on her white collar to dump another bottle straight down the inside of her blouse while she screamed and laughed about it.

"Oh my fuck, she's having a good time," Arlene leered.

"She's hot, I've always wanted her."

"I know, I love the sweet little bitch's ass," Arlene agreed. "What do you think, Lamb chop? You like the Pastor's ass?"

"This isn't... right."

I loved her ass and watching this happening with her was turning me on. It was an unwelcome aspect to the situation that tried to mollify my concern, my knowledge that this wasn't the Pastor Marci Marx that I knew.

"You like tits, Steven?" Sue asked.

My eyes automatically dropped to her cleavage while Arlene's hand moved further up my thigh. I struggled a lot less when Sue got up and held the back of my head against her cushy chest while she fed me more of the so-called beer they served there and a shot of rye after.




My Other Mother Ch. 11



The front of Pastor Marx's blouse was now soaked and she watched as three guys began sucking the booze out of the shirt, she laughing like they were, opening her mouth wider in silent pause when they began sucking at her breasts.

She happened to look up then and we both looked at one another. She chuckled happily and returned her attention to the three men who were now working together in unbuttoning her blouse.

Everyone, including myself, was surprised to find a Pastor wearing such a flimsy, insubstantial black lace bra that was easily seen through now that it'd been soaked in beer. One of her shiny, erected nipples had been worked clear of its low cup and was immediately tweaked by one of the men, the other two going back to licking and sucking without the encumbrance of the blouse.

"Wanna see mine?" Sue asked as she pulled her shirt up and over her shoulders without waiting for my answer.

They were nice, although not as nice, or as big as Mum's. They sat in a white bra that gave them lift and she looked at me with pride while I stared at them.

"You're a sweet little bitch too, lamb chop," Arlene informed, her thick fingers fiddling with my belt as Sue untucked the back of my shirt so her hand could roam over my back inside it.

"I shouldn't be doing this," I tried, making moves to get off the dyke's lap as my dick rapidly hardened.

She held me there and my move to free myself was interrupted by Sue's grinning gesture to the center of the room. Both Marci's boobs, probably just a little smaller than Trina's, were out of her bra, her blouse gone while she was helped up to the top of the table. When she got there on her hands and knees, she was surprised, but not in a bad way, by the erect penis hanging in front of her face. Her mouth opened at the sight along with the feel of hands grabbing her ass and straight inside that cock went.

More hands began to grab her, feeling her body up at will as the man in front of her started slowly fucking her surprised, but compliant face. I took a gulp of the glass of rye that the bartender gave me, my perverted mind almost victorious in its battle with my morals.

I looked down in time to see that Arlene had gotten my belt undone and was pulling all the buttons at my fly. I was hard as hell and I wanted them to see, wanted to show myself off and I actually smiled when Sue stuck her hands down my pants. A moment later they had my cock out and were playing with it, making me feel great. I took another gulp of the rye and looked over to see how Marci was making out, so to speak.

She was on her back and a different guy's dick was in her mouth, a sleazy, rotund guy wearing a yellow polo shirt with his gray slacks down to his knees. She sucked and stroked him eagerly, obviously enjoying the act as her slacks were being pulled down to her ankles. Pastor Marx wore a thong that matched her bra, but only covered her actual sex, leaving everything else, including her cropped, dark brown pubic bush, exposed.

Sue started sucking my cock while I goggled at Marci, she oblivious to all as the music stopped. Between songs, I watched and listened to their low whistles and surprised comments at "the good Pastor's sexy panties". Her lewd sucking and moaning was the loudest thing in the room just before the music kicked in, something that sounded like Rage Against the Machine, but a bit harder.

And then a funny thing happened. It happened all at once, like the way light instantly fills a dark room when one flips the wall switch, illuminating all that was hidden a split second before.

First, the increasing effects of the liquor just sort of... slid away in a sense. The mental and physical impairment was almost gone, leaving only the wild, unpredictable possibilities that a drunk mind can come up with and have no qualms about doing. I felt different, but it was familiar somehow. At the same time, I knew that the reason Marcie was allowing what the men were doing was because my grandmother had put the whammy on her like she did Audrey and Maureen. This was her doing, sure as hell. Lastly, I couldn't believe I didn't see this before and how my own sex drive had allowed things to get so far.

I roughly, rudely jerked my body from Arlene's lap and to my feet, pulling my pants back up and realizing that I'd also almost let myself cheat on Mum and Roxy with with these two puddles of puke. I was suddenly quite angry, mostly at myself and the rest at Marie.

"Fuck!" I cursed bitterly, the shouted, angry expletive bringing Arlene's advance upon me to a stop.

The song thrashed on as the singer shouted and screamed his lyrics, the heavy, aggressive guitars adding their ire while the drums accentuated the vocal rage.

"What, did she bite you?" Arlene laughed, prompting the laughter of her ditchpig friend who I actually let put her mouth on my penis! "C'mere, lamb chop, we're not done with-"

"Get the fuck off me, pig! Marci!"

I ignored her outraged expression, turning to get my only real friend out of the horrible mess of my own creation, when she grabbed my shoulder and whipped me around. I gave her a hard shove backwards, causing a pretty spectacular fall, taking our table, everything on it and the two chairs down with her and her very surprised expression.

Sue's scream wasn't necessary to attract attention to me at that point. No, a few people had noticed and they stood up, looking at me threateningly. At the moment, there was just no way that I could have cared any less about that.

"You guys!" I shouted over the music. "Get the hell off the Pastor; she's leaving with me right now!"

They didn't receive this very well and I was the immediate recipient of shouted insults and threats, all of them having stopped up their advances on Marci in favour of wondering where I got off, I suppose. Something else I couldn't have cared any less about. Marci herself only smiled, looking slightly confused, but horny as hell, her thong pulled down to her knees.

"Marci, get dressed, we're leaving! Now!"

"Everything's okay, Ste-"

"That's it, you little shit!" one of the guys, a medium sized unkempt fellow said as he advanced.

He made a grab for me and I used his arm and forward momentum to send him crashing into Arlene, who'd just regained her feet and was moving in from behind, both of them going down to the floor. That's when they all came at me, completely forgetting about Marci.

This was bad, but so was Jim Wall, my Jujitsu instructor. Mum not only found the best instructor in the city, she also found someone who had experienced the ring in venues that weren't exactly televised or sponsored by famous corporate names. Unbeknownst to her, she had hired what amounted to a very dangerous man who actually liked hurting people. Luckily, he seemed to take a liking to me and taught me a lot of things that I never mentioned to Mum, the kind of things that aren't even allowed in a dojo.

See, Jim explained that beyond the defensive aspect of throwing and holding, there was a different side to Jujitsu. For one thing, it's apparently the hand to hand defense style of the Japanese military, where a much more brutal touch is put to the art, all of which he taught me including some supplemental stuff from a few different styles. So, after all the knuckle pushups, finger pushups, one legged squats on the edge of a two-by-four, intensive cardiovascular training, etc. that Mum paid for, the real gold in Jim's instruction was the truly nasty stuff she never knew about. And he made me practice that stuff until I had it all perfectly because, as I said about Jim Wall, he liked to inflict pain and he was a very effective instructor.

The music fueled my already intense anger and the heightened senses of my mother's other son completely ignored any pretense of control or mercy from the very beginning. I broke arms and legs, flipped men off their feet to send them crashing down to the floor face first, flailed out with backhands and vicious elbow smashes, shattered kneecaps and even managed to avoid a few bottles swung at my skull. I did catch a few punches, but nothing serious and the only thing that stopped me in the end was the revolver that was pointed in my face.

It was the guy with the yellow polo shirt, his pants now pulled up. He had beady, ratty, greasy eyes as he stared at me from the safe end of the snubby, pulling the hammer back.

"Time for you to leave, Karate Kid." He snarled.

"I got no problem with that, just let Marci get her shit toge-"

"Pastor Marx stays." You go. Now. Or I'll put one right between your eyes."

He was serious. I was defiant, my anger having not abated in the slightest, my resolve to get poor Marci out of there never having slipped. I won the fight, the victory was mine and so was the prize. My rage almost boiled over as I looked back at this coward who wanted to rob me of it, our eyes making direct contact now.

I was actually surprised to see his eyes lose focus, his body relax somewhat as he fell to the Jedi spell. I wasn't expecting it, but there it was and nobody in the place knew as they watched, the broken, the moaning and the bloodied along with the less battered of my victims.

I hated the coward. It's my only explanation for what came next amidst the frustrated anger pumping over the speakers.

"Point the gun at your gut," I ordered.

He did this immediately with no facial reaction as I held him fast.

"Shove it in nice and hard, fuckhead."

He did this as well, allowing a discomforted grunt.

I sneered hatefully at him, a look he withered at on the inside, something I could literally feel through our eye contact before speaking again.

"Pull the trigger."

"(POW!)"

Everyone in the place jumped at the report, including me, causing me to break eye contact. The man in the yellow polo shirt moved back a couple of steps, tripped over a chair and went down, a dark, shiny red spot on his gut quickly growing larger. He'd dropped his gun, but he seemed a lot more concerned with his self inflicted wound than about wherever it had fallen, and he soon began crooning a high note of fear, audible even above the music before it turned to a scream of pain and panic.

They were all in shock, staring at me and trying to put together what had just happened. I couldn't blame them as I glared at all of them, the vocalist now screaming one long, loud, wordless roar of outrage as the heavy music supported his emotion, its own aggressive tempo adding any emotional details the listener might have missed in the singer.

I turned quickly and looked at Marci, she also in shock over what had just happened, her thong still at her knees, legs spread as much as they allowed even though the fun between them had been forgotten by all in the club.

"Marci!"

She looked at me and I saw fear in her eyes.

Looking directly into them, I ordered, "I said get dressed, we're leaving! Now!"

Thank her God, she complied so I could get my eyes back on the rest of the room, but none of them moved, not even to go to the aid of the guy in the yellow and red polo shirt, despite his desperate pleas for help. A minute later, still confused, but somewhat dressed with her pants pulled back up, her blazer on, blouse with collar in her hand, she seemed as ready as she'd ever be. I grabbed her by the upper arm and moved her carefully to the exit, keeping an eye on all my victims. I felt her body trembling as I stopped to speak one last time.

"If I see any of you fuckin' losers come out after us when we leave...! If I ever have any problems with any of you, or if Pastor Marx does...! I'll come back here and have every one of you cock suckers cut your own god-damned throats!"

They were scared shitless, all of them. Oh yes, they'd got religion that night, alright, and I hustled poor Marci out the door afterward.

"You're going home; I'm walking you," I stated once I got her out to the sidewalk, it being my turn to look over my shoulder to make sure we weren't being followed.

"You..." she tried.

"Home, Marci," I firmly repeated.

She led me there and inside her apartment where she only stared at me. She was still in a spell, Marie's, mine, or both.

"Go get in the shower, Marci," I told her, trying to speak softly despite the still present aggression and anger that wanted to be used up. "Get really good and cleaned up, okay?"

She nodded and turned, walking out of her small, but nicely decorated living room and down a short hallway. I went to her couch and threw myself down in it, covering my face with my hands, and tried to calm myself down.

I was partially successful with this by the time I heard the shower running, enough to think about the chances of police involvement. Unless the guy knew someone who could take care of a bullet in the gut, the cops would be called when he showed up at the hospital. Of course, he'd have a hard time explaining how it happened, since I never touched the gun. I figured I was probably okay, breathing a sigh of relief without a thought for those I'd maimed. Just one more thing I couldn't care any less about right then. No, my only concern was for Marci. That crazy old bitch didn't have to do that to her and, if I'd been smarter, had I not been so wrapped up in my own depression and stupid sex drive, I'd have seen what was wrong, what was happening before things got so far out of hand at the underground club.

Another thing I didn't understand was how I suddenly had the ability of the Jedi spell. With Audrey, there was already a basis of some sort started by Marie, a kind of free pass to her mind that she'd left, but the guy in the yellow polo shirt proved that theory wrong. Then it occurred to me that I had the ability ever since that moment that Mum and I shared. It was possible she helped bring it out, possible that whenever I was around her she was helping to bring it out more and more, she probably completely unaware.

I had become my other mother's other son. The booze they plied me with, the very worst thing they could've done, helped all the more and that was why I felt so different as a person, yet familiar. Even as I sat there on Marci's couch, I knew that I had been shoved to the side and that I wasn't really me anymore. I was the aggressive side of my personality, the parasite that lived off its more evenly tempered, controlled host. He'd been there the whole time, just unbeknownst to me, even after I began to understand the true nature of what I am.

It didn't bother me at the time, this revelation. I mean, why would it?

A door opened down the hall and the sound of the running shower was louder as I turned around to see Marci, wrapped in a huge, white bath towel, coming to a stop at the threshold of her living room. She looked at me with eyes full of fear and deep humiliation, her tone matching her expression perfectly.

"Steven... I- I want you to leave. I don't want you to come back and if you see me out... I don't want to talk to you anymore. I'm sorry, but... I don't want to be around... whatever God forsaken thing you are. Please leave now."

" ... Marci... I didn't hurt you, Marie did. I didn't even realize at first-"

"J-just get out, please?"

"But I-"

"Get oooooout!!" she suddenly screamed. "Get out, get out get ooooooooout!!"

In order to illustrate her desire for me to leave, she picked up a figurine on a nearby table and whipped it at me, tears flowing and fear of me even greater in her eyes.

She barely missed and reached for a twin to the figurine, whipping that too so that I could only flee her apartment. My heart tore itself in two as I listened to her completely break down from outside in the hallway, her racking sobs cutting through me along with my worry for her.

There was no longer any doubt that our visit to Shoreline was a serious mistake and I regretted it almost more than I could bear.

Part 3

I just went home after I left Marci's place. There was nothing else to do and if there was, I wouldn't have wanted to do it. But not even home, such as it was, was desirable, considering that Mum would soon be there as well and that there was no way to avoid her in our current single room lifestyle.

This isn't to say that I didn't want to be with her because I did, but more in the sense of being comforted by her presence, whereas I knew she'd be looking for sex. I wasn't sure I could handle that. I couldn't get Marci off my mind, or the anger I felt towards myself for having taken her to Marie and then not seeing what was happening at the club later on before things had gone so far. In addition were the events at Pitbull's place before that. I smiled bitterly at those events, now not so bothered by Mum's idea of a fun time in light of what happened to Marci, my only friend and now ex friend.

It was an eventful day, alright.

I was still in the grip of my parasite by the time I got in the door, still worried about Pastor Marx and angry with myself and Marie, vowing to get her for what she'd done somehow. I didn't play video games, or watch TV, didn't even turn on the light, rather sat at the table and stared out the window in dark thought.

There was nothing I could do about Marci except hope that she'd be alright, that she'd find some way of getting over it in time and move on. Failing a change in her mind about not wanting to talk to me anymore, I just didn't see any other solution to the problem and I had to compartmentalize the whole business. I had to keep my mind on... that damned promise. A promise to get rid of something that was as much a part of me, especially at the moment, as it was a part of Mum. When I thought of it then, it seemed more like murdering a big part of her.

My thoughts returned to that orgasmic moment we shared between us and how my Jedi stare seemed to have developed since then, thinking of how my beautiful mother wanted to have another such moment, how she wanted us to explore ourselves and learn. It seemed an attractive prospect, keeping to myself and Mum, burying myself in what I really was, what she really was. Burying myself in her wonderful pussy. My sudden hardon almost made me laugh, but it also reminded me of how I was almost taken advantage of.

I went and took a shower. I was still hard when I returned to our room in nothing but a pair of boxers, my condition easily obvious to anyone I may have met in the hallway. I met nobody, but it really wasn't a concern of mine at the time anyway. I turned the TV on and got up on the bed, leaning against the headboard, the streetlight and the screen cooperating to light the room.

By the time I'd watched the news, noting the Dollar, the price of oil, the markets and the chaos in Greece, my hardon for Mum was still almost achingly present and I had to struggle to not jerk myself off. The previous dread of having to deal with her had turned to a need for her that transcended both the emotional and physical.

It was almost a quarter to two when she did return, brightly coloured shopping bags to show for Joe's work.

"Hi, sweetie pie!" she happily greeted, putting a smile on my face instantly.

"Hi, Mum. You look good enough to eat."

She really did, too. She wore a red dress that almost reached her knees, the bodice covering each individual breast like a bra and leaving almost as much cleavage to look at while still looking somehow tastefully sexy.

"Thanks, hon," she smiled, looking at my lap and seeing my condition. "I see you missed me."

"Look who's talking. I'll bet your nipples are nice n hard, aren't they?"

"Almost always," she admitted, putting her bags and purse on the table.

"Will you pull your dress up and show me your ass?"

She smiled wider yet, turned around and hoisted the back of her dress to the small of her back, showing off the backs of her pink panties, the ones that looked so great on her.




My Other Mother Ch. 11



"Mum, you little slut."

"(giggle!)"

"You get lots of nice stuff with Joe's money?"

"Uh huh," she said, allowing the back of her dress to slowly fall back over her wonderful posterior. "Wanna see?"

"Not until it's on you."

" ... I can understand that. How was your evening?"

"Horny," I answered, watching her move as she got her cigarettes and lighter out of her purse.

"I can fix that," she assured with a backward glance and a wink.

"Oh, I know you can. I think you can fix anything."

"Heh. Not many guys your age still think that about their mum."

"Not many guys have a mum like you."

"Flatterer. Hey, I picked up some KFC earlier, you hungry?" she asked, lighting a cigarette.

"Yeah, now that you mention it."

Mum squared away her bags and purchases, then loaded a plate with chicken, shoving it inside the microwave afterwards.

"Getting sick of fast food yet, hon?"

"Nope."

"I am. I can't wait till we have a nicer place with our own kitchen."

"And a bathroom," I added.

"Oh jeez, you said it. I really miss that," she confided, leaning her ass against the table as she looked at me, waiting for the oven's end tone behind her. "And I never would have thought I'd ever be in the position to miss such a simple convenience as my own bathroom."

"Me neither," I admitted.

"That said... You know, I'd like us to have a small apartment when we do get our next place. Maybe a two bedroom apartment, or even a one bedroom."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. Some privacy would be nice, but now that I'm kinda used to such close quarters..."

"Hmm. It's like the only thing that big house ever really did was keep us apart."

"I was actually thinking that a couple days ago. Of course back then, seeing you usually meant I'd end up studying something."

"Idle hands are the devil's playground, especially idle teenage boy hands."

"Good thing I've got more things to do with 'em now, huh?"

"Especially for me. God, I love that you got me and Roxy that dildo. Every time I think of it, of you in the sex shop buying it for your mum and her girlfriend... I just love it."

"You know, I told the clerk it was for my mother and her girlfriend."

" ... No way."

"Yup, you shoulda seen the look on her face."

She laughed out loud at this, probably well imagining the expression.

"You little brat."

"You love it, slut."

"Mmmm, you know I do. I see my other son has made an appearance."

It was my turn to smile wider, refusing to think of the events that caused this other condition that my very intelligent mother had picked up on.

"I'm glad," she approved. "I've been wanting to see more of you. How'd you get the booze?"

"You really want to know?" I asked with what she called my coyote smile.

"Oh, boy," she laughed. "Maybe not. Knowing you, you probably started helping to unload a beer truck as if it were your job and then walked away with a case."

"Mum! That would be stealing!" I said with feigned shock. "Actually, it was sort of an accident. I discovered this underground bar and a couple of old floozies there tried to get me drunk."

She thought this was pretty funny for some reason, probably because of our amazing, ultimate resistance to the stuff, but I was just glad she wasn't upset about it. She was still chuckling when the oven toned, prompting her to turn and remove the reheated, deep fried chicken from within its confines.

"If you'll remember, I asked you not to be going into bars, but I suppose I can't complain as long as you didn't get yourself into trouble. It's nice to see you loosening up a bit."

I didn't reply as she put her cigarette out and approached the bed with the plate of chicken and some napkins. I took the plate from her and waited until she could get up on the bed with me, situating herself on her hip with her knees properly closed, still looking sexy as hell as I put the plate down between us.

"If you want, we'll have some more after we eat," she said, daintily picking a drumstick from the plate. "I actually took the liberty of getting you some whiskey, since that seems to be what most guys prefer."

"You did?"

"Sure. I told you I want us to explore this thing together and... he can't do that. Not by himself."

Tearing into a wing with my teeth, I chewed thoughtfully, swallowed and commented, "I wonder what we'd be like if we weren't hosts."

"Hosts?"

"That's how I think of us. I mean, we have this other persona along for the ride, don't we?"

"You mean like parasites?"

"Yeah."

" ... I'm not sure I like thinking of myself in that way, but I see your point. And our 'hosts' would probably be the same as anybody else, we just tend to see them in a different way, maybe a weaker way in relation to our presence within them. And remember, we are what they defined us to be by being who they are."

"So confusing."

"Really, eh? This is why we have to explore, though. Just to come up with our own set of appropriate terminologies, if nothing else."

"Mum... does Roxy know about us?"

"Kind of. She knows we're different, but she's never asked any questions, has no idea how different we are, I don't think."

"She's just glad to be treated nice."

"Uh huh. I'll be sorry to see her go, but I'm more and more convinced that that's what'll be best for her."

"I'll miss her too, but you're right. Not only that, but it'll be best for us."

"Right. I'm worried about that husband of hers, though. I'd hate to let her go while that's still up in the air."

"Not much to be done about that," I observed.

" ... I know his name and I have their Moncton address and phone number, his place of employment. I've been thinking I'll make a few calls to find out if he's still there. If he isn't, he's probably looking for her."

"And if he's home? Or if you figure he's out looking?"

"If he's still home, he probably won't be a threat. If I figure he's out looking... I don't know. I'd almost like to stay here long enough to let him find her so we can deal with him and get it over with, but I've never liked the idea of allowing an opponent to make the first move from an unknown direction. I prefer a devastating preemptive strike, especially in a situation like that."

"It's the best strategy, yeah. They say that the guy who lands the first punch will usually win the fight."

"Usually... On a different note, have you been thinking about what happened at Pitbull's place earlier this evening? About what we talked about after we left?"

"Yes and no. I mean, I probably made a bigger deal out of it than what it warranted, especially considering our sex drives."

She smiled at me as she chewed, obviously pleased with the viewpoint of her other son and said, "I've had my eye on these two women who work at the beauty counter at the drug store. Stuck up little snits who think they're better than everyone else, looking down on people they identify as unattractive and barely able to be at least professional. I think they'd be a lot of fun."

"They look good?"

"Yes, they look quite nice. Maybe we could find some poor homeless guys who'd like a nice treat, hmm?"

I laughed at the mental image this brought up, she looking at me with a very pleased expression as I did.

"Or, we could use them ourselves," she said. "They're clean and... you know."

"Yeah. Big tits?"

"Nah, they're the other kind of attractive."

"Any other possibilities in that perverted mind of yours?"

"Look who's talking," she chided. "Yes, but you might be... I don't know."

"What?"

"Well... there's this pig, a young woman that a lot of people up town complain about. Pushy little bitch with a badge and a gun, you know? I thought it might be fun to watch Joe rape her."

" ... Whoa. Mum..."

"What?" she laughed.

"You weren't kidding when you said he'd pay, were you?

"Nope."

"You know... we could have a lot of fun staying at a hotel."

After a moment thinking about this, her eyes sparkled with agreement and she enthused, "I'm really glad you're here tonight. I love him, his gentle nature, his loyalty and love for me, but you have all those qualities from him and you're much more... fun."

"Not all those qualities. I don't think I'm so gentle."

"Mmmm, sweetie..." she almost whispered, "I know I've told you this before, but I just loved when you raped me. You must do it again. Use me with no regard at all, okay?"

"I will. Not tonight, though."

"No," she agreed.

"Tonight..."

"Tonight will be special."

"Yes. I want to make love to you."

"Mmmm. You know what?"

"What?"

"Remember when we were talking about how we expect others to live up to our imaginations?"

"Yes."

"Well, as you know, Mummy is a very filthy woman, but ummm..." she paused, a sleazy expression crossing her face as her voice lowered, "Mummy likes a lot more filthy... slutty things than you realize. Mummy will do things you can't imagine, things you couldn't pay a prostitute to do, Mummy... will live up to your expectations, your... imagination," she finished in a leering whisper.

I tried not to giggle like a fool.

"And I'm so happy you can live up to mine... You know, you've been cumming bigger loads lately. You came a lot to begin with, but more lately and I've been thinking about that. I think it's to make sure you, uhhh..."

"Propagate."

"Yes. That might also be the explanation for the sex drive."

"Yeah..."

That was left hanging between us as we finished off the chicken, both of us avoiding eye contact as we had been since she got home. It was as if she wanted to save it for when we could concentrate, but I still had things to hide, other son or no. She got up, taking the plate with her to set it on the table, relighting her smoke and returning to the bed with her purse.

"You must be aware of the potential we have," she assumed, settling on her opposite thigh this time.

"Oh, yes," I assured her, getting a quick mental flash of the guy in the yellow polo shirt, his expression as he looked down at himself and realized he'd just shot himself in the gut because my potential had told him to.

"I mean, my work now is... Well, first of all, I'm almost finished. We'll be gone very soon, but I'll never work in the same way again. And with your business knowledge, the things you can still learn on your own, university or no..."

She was right. We really would be fine if we could find the balance she spoke of, skirt around the insanity that threatened our future. It was another good reason to explore like she wanted. And one thing about my other mother was that she always did seem to turn out right in the things she said, just like my real mother when I was growing up.

She dug in her purse and came out with a pint of whiskey, then a half empty pint of vodka. After handing me the whiskey, she unceremoniously took a respectable gulp of her clear, liquid fire. I opened the cap on the pint and, without a thought, took a gulp, although a smaller one than hers and actually thanked her for the putrid stuff afterwards.

We recapped and she leaned forward, making her tits hang in her dress to give me a lingering kiss on the lips that ended with her nibbling at my chin before she sat back with her girlish smile. I then leaned forward and gave her one, gently nibbling on her lower lip after.

"Mummy wants to feel you cum inside her tonight, sweetie pie."

"That's not all your sweetie pie's gonna do, Mummy."

"Oh... baby... Please have some fun with Mummy's body now, okay?"

"Yeah," I agreed, moving closer.

We kissed again and soon began making out, our arms finding their own way around each other, exploratory hands and fingers travelling up and down, kneading, massaging, making each other feel relaxed and good.

One thing about sex with my mother is that it's never gotten old for what it is, the kink of actually doing it with her. I know she's of the same mind as I am when we have sex, reminding herself that this is her own son as I remind myself that this is my own beloved mother. We know it's wrong, both of us do and, in part, that knowledge is what makes our sex as good as it is apart from that deep connection, that trust that can't be had with someone who isn't family.

This is what was on my mind as my tongue darted around inside her mouth, hers playfully chasing it as we held each other so wrongfully tight. Our love was admittedly half eroticism and we both knew it, made no bones about, or excuses for it. It was what it was.

"Turn around," I breathed, "I want to see that beautiful ass again."

She sighed, a totally sexual comment before turning, arching her back on her hands and knees and sticking that ass out at me while looking back anxiously. My hands started at her lower back, massaging up between her shoulder blades as her eyes closed, soft, round hips slowly swaying from side to side and across my hard shaft.

I made my way back down to her ass amidst her quiet moans to knead and massage there, soon lifting her dress to give her cheek a light slap.

"Ip! Ohhh!"

I gave her another slap on the other cheek with much the same result and I found I loved seeing her jump and submit the way she did. Rubbing both cheeks, I gave them another slap, much to her pleasure.

"I think we should pull these panties down... give you a proper spanking," I suggested, pulling the backs of them down until the fronts followed them.

"If you think so, sweetie pie," she sleazed.

I left them halfway down her thighs and gave her another slap on each cheek, watching them jiggle slightly under my hand and doing it again before rubbing them better, just like I've always seen in porn. I stayed at this, spanking harder and harder until her ass started to became bright red, rubbing it better every time while we both really got off on it.

Then I began softly kissing that ass, the top, the very bottoms of her plump cheeks, everywhere, soon licking and sucking as well as my hands constantly roamed to the delighted sounds she made. While really enjoying myself at this oral attention to one of the greatest aspects of my mother's (both of them) body, I pushed my boxers down, allowing my hard tool out to do its job.

Mum saw this and licked her lips, watching it bob around while lowering her upper body to the bed, still looking behind anxiously, moaning in pure anticipation now with the side of her face on the mattress. I spread her knees further and beheld the sight of her like this, her wet and waiting embrace with its soft, spread lips inviting and tempting me like no other woman could.

Finally, I put my face between her legs to kiss the wellspring of my own life, lovingly paying passionate respect to her with a sense of gratitude or reward mixed with my great love and respect for her.

"Ohh-hh. Ohh, sweetie pie. Mummy loves that."

I could tell she did by how her entire body seemed to vibrate, the feel of it under my hands like a purring cat as her knees spread wantonly further.

While I do love the whole idea of foreplay, love the building desire it creates through the forbidden feeling acts it sometimes involves, I had a sense that she wanted me to get right to the most taboo act we could perform with one another. I felt the same way, a mutual need for one another that went beyond performance as I drew my face back and allowed the head of my cock to nudge its way between her cheeks.

"Ohhhh, yes!?"

I repositioned myself for her opening and leaned forward a bit, closing my eyes and groaning at the feel of her wet warmth. She wanted me as much as I did her and I could almost feel it through this contact and the way she began to push against me. Taking her thighs in hand, I slowed her after my cockhead disappeared, kneading her perfect hips as she gasped softly.

The feel was incredible as I unhurriedly fucked her with this amount of my length, short strokes in her soaked opening that made those wonderfully wet sounds. I could feel her desire, her need for more, the way her body begged for it and I gave it to her, pushing a little further in, fucking and penetrating further and further on each soft thrust.

Her eyes were shut by the time I filled her, my mother's desperate groans now satisfied to a degree as I did slow, grinding figure eights to celebrate my total arrival to her love canal, saved up just for me all those years. I was sure I was the luckiest guy in the world as I drew almost all the way out and filled her again, repeating this and quickly finding an easy rhythm that she matched.

It was only a surprisingly short span of time before she gasped, "Uhhh-ohh! Oh, baby, mu-! Mummy's gonna cum!"

Making Mum orgasm had become one of the greatest things I could do, not just for her but for myself as well, and this time was great. I was so glad and proud that I could make her feel so good, her long, drawn out, intense climax coming to a life of its own for her, a gift of pure love from me. I was so hard, so completely in love with her and the moments we created there by the time it was over that it made nothing else in the world matter. As far as I was concerned, we could live in a tarpaper shack with nothing and I'd be happy, so long as she was there to go to bed with and wake up to every day and for the rest of our lives.

I kept going, plunging into her at the same pace and force, pausing ever so slightly on complete penetration to feel her endpoint, to let her know in no uncertain terms I could get there before drawing myself backwards through the soft, delicate, yet strong muscles of her pussy.

I can't describe how good it was, how natural and beautiful, forbidden and perfect, especially when her second orgasm rolled over her and I once again felt her muscles convulsively grabbing my aching hardon over and over. Mum was almost crying this time, her deep moans climbing to a desperate wail as my hand wandered under her dress, massaging between her shoulder blades and the top of her ass.

"Uhhh! Mum, fuck I love you... sooo much!" I forced, feeling my own long awaited climax on the way.

She seemed to sense this, panting, "Swee-! Ooooh, in- side mee-ee!?- Ohh! ... Fill my pussyyy!?"

Mum rotated her pelvis up at me, her back arching yet further as she slowly clawed at the bottom sheet that clung to the mattress. Her body still moved back for every one of my thrusts as she helped me along, mouth open, lovely hair half covering her sexually intoxicated expression.

My head went tingly as my balls shunted what felt like a liter of seed to my cock where it burst from its tip in long, heavy spurts, filling her as I grunted with each one. I was barely moving now, she doing the work in pumping me dry while keeping me deep enough to ensure her pussy would be filled to capacity. Her whimpering, almost mewling vocals did as much as her movements to push me to the point of almost passing out due to pleasure overload.

I stayed inside her, leaning forward and over to encircle her just below her breasts with one arm, holding her in contact with me while propping myself with the elbow of my other. We both continued to move in and out of each other, me with jerky, post orgasmic movements to her soft slow ones. She cooed softly as I felt my cum slowly seeping out of her and down my balls.

It was totally and unimaginably out of this world.

After a half minute or so, Mum slowly moved forward, slipping lithely out of my loose grip, allowing my cock to fall right out of her. Turning over and sitting up against the headboard, she pushed her panties further down her legs, just past her spread knees. The fingers of her other hand covered her opening, stopping the flow of my thick white seed from her entrance while also gently rubbing, pleasuring herself further.

Looking at me with an expression that seemed to beg forgiveness, she spread her thighs further and began using her other hand to slowly play with her clitoris.




My Other Mother Ch. 12



Part 1

It turned out to be pretty easy putting Mum off from attempting another moment, telling her that I really only wanted the raw sexual experience alone to start with and that I'd rather wait for anything deeper. She was a bit disappointed, but let me have my way without argument. Of course, I made it up to her a few times, so she felt a lot better about it by the time we went to sleep.

She had no nightmares, at least none that woke her up screaming, and I'd decided to take a chance on not bringing it up. I didn't want to tip my hand and, chances were, I could deal with the situation early in the upcoming week, as early as possible so that it would never need to be brought up. Not that I had the slightest idea of how I was going to deal with my grandmother, but I had to do something. It disturbed me even more on another level, that of Marie probably having used me, the time I was bewitched by her, to get to Mum and I wondered what else she was capable of, remembering Mum's claim that the Jedi spell was only a part of it.

I woke up still a little buzzed that Sunday, but mostly back to myself. The first thing that came to mind was that yellow polo shirt with the quickly growing red spot, spreading alarmingly quick as its wearer gawped at it in panic and disbelief.

My own panic and disbelief rose from the pit of my stomach, up through my chest and almost to my mouth before I was able to force the liquored mash back down to my gut, the heavy taste of bile remaining. Mum wasn't in the room and I didn't know if she was merely in the bathroom down the hall, or gone for the day, but it was a good thing she wasn't there at the time.

"Holy fuck! ... Ohhhh, fuck!"

It wasn't so much the carnage I caused with the rest of the patrons, remembering the vicious, angry pleasure I'd actually derived from it. No, it was the polo shirt guy. I may as well have shot him myself. I worried and stressed like crazy, soon having to bound up from the bed, throwing my sneakers on to avoid splinters from the gouged up floor, to quickly, nervously pace the room a few times. I ended up at the window, looking out and fretting about a visit from the cops until I was finally able to convince myself of the reasoning that worked so easily for Mum's other son the night before, allowing him to immediately discard the whole affair without a second thought.

Except for poor Marci.

I groaned, now feeling that cable heating, tightening around my gut. I sank down on the bed, forearms covering my stomach, rocking back and forth and groaning some more until I had to run for the bathroom, hoping it wasn't occupied and especially not by Mum.

It wasn't occupied by Mum or anybody else and, after getting that cable relaxed and cooled, I took a long, hot shower, trying not to think of anything at all.

Back at our room I took note of the time, almost ten to eleven, only then noticing the pint of Golden Wedding on the table, obviously left for me along with two sandwiches, twenty Dollars and a note.

Sweetie pie,

I'll be busy most of the day, hoping to be back around supper time or shortly after. Roxy's home for the day if you'd like some company. I know she enjoys yours so much. Loved our time together last night, baby. You make me feel so worth having.

Love, Mummy

I felt like crap; no longer physically, but personally and I almost didn't have what it took to do what I'd had planned for that day, an activity that definitely didn't include Roxanne.

I wanted to come clean to Mum about everything I'd been doing that she didn't know about. I just wanted everything between us to be good and at rest without any stupid, guilty secrets. But that damnedable promise I'd made would never allow for that, not until I broke or fulfilled it.

I ate the two sandwiches and downed a mouthful of the rye, just to quell my nerves and guilt before brushing my teeth, taking another gulp to be sure the job would get done.

I did feel a bit better as I left, although my thoughts were on how fast things seemed to be happening. It made it hard to keep up, to adjust my thinking, my decisions and actions accordingly. It felt like things were just beginning to spin out of control for me and I was glad for the rye I'd had before I left and how it kept my finger away from the panic button.

I've always liked the Library. It's quiet there and being surrounded by books containing all the literature and information I could want was always a strange comfort to me, a sort of calm, sane control in life that offered sense. Even the topics of the day's research couldn't break that merciful mood the place provided me.

Parasitism - The symbiotic relationship between organisms of different species. One, the parasite, benefits at the expense of the other, the host. Parasites are usually much smaller than their host and are like predators in their own way, consuming said host. Two classic parasites are tapeworms and fleas. Most are very specialized in their business and it's not uncommon for them to cause modification of host behaviour.

This wasn't much help and I didn't expect it to be.

Demonic possession - A psychokinetic control of a person by the devil or some other malevolent spirit. Symptoms of this include erased memories or personalities, convulsions, fits and fainting as though the possessed person is dying. Also, the possessed can have access to hidden knowledge and different languages, often displaying drastic changes in vocal intonation and facial structure, the sudden appearance of injuries and superhuman strength. The possessed person has no control over the entity, therefore it will stay until it is forced out, usually by means of an exorcism. Many cultures and religions have some concept of demonic possession, although the details often vary.

As I'd already figured, this wasn't it either.

Spirit possession - This is something I happened to stumble across and is a paranormal or supernatural event where a person, willingly or unwillingly, is possessed by a spirit, gods, demons, animals or even extra terrestrials. They can apparently also take possession of inanimate objects but, when they take possession of a person, the results are noticeable changes in health and/or behaviour. Like demonic possession, the concept of spiritual possession exists in many different cultures and religions, but may be considered to have beneficial or detrimental effects. The scientific community also has its opinions on the subject, those being that spirit possession is no more than a mental disease such, as I'd already investigated and moved on from.

None of the varying details on spiritual possession that I could find from cross checking different cultures seemed to fit what was within Mum and I, yet the bare description was the closest I'd come to it yet. Also, it somehow felt right. That's not very scientific, but I'd already learned to broaden my scope of accepted facts, realities and plausible theories, so I researched it further and found absolutely nothing of any relevance to our situation whatsoever.

Yet, the idea of spiritual possession remained along with my sense of parasitism. A spiritual parasite?

At this point, I was on the internet and found that there is indeed such a thing, or at least some people who believe there is. According to one article, there are non corporeal beings who walk the Earth with us, spirits if you will. Some of them are helpful, some are harmful. Beyond these are some others who are so different from us that there can be no interaction between them and Humankind at all.

Then, there are those that are purely instinctual in nature and with no will of their own beyond the drive to survive and propagate their own kind. Within this classification of 'instinctual' spirits are found a type that is apparently parasitic to Humans, and these spiritual parasites propagate themselves through abuse. (physical, mental, sexual) By way of some abusive act, or acts, the host passes this parasite to their victim. It grabs on to the solar plexus of the new host, supposedly a person's 'power base' and draws on it, feeding and growing until this spawn matures to its own propagation cycle, extending two tentacles, (spiritual tentacles of course) one to the host's will, usurping it, and the other to the person's moral integrity, deadening it. Once this parasite reaches maturity, its false will takes over, directing a person to commit acts of abuse.

The individual perceives this drive as something foreign within the body, almost like when people sense they've eaten something that's gone bad, and they seek to expel it from themselves, feeling a relief upon committing an act of abuse on another. Later, after realizing what they've done, they swear that this is something they'd never do, that "It wasn't me who did that," vowing to never commit such a horrible act again. However, this release did not expel the parasite, only allowed it to propagate to the next hapless victim. So the parasite continues to feed from its host, starting the propagation cycle all over again to make a repeat offender of its host in any case.

Not exact, but very interesting and the best explanation yet, despite its roots in mysticism. There was a picture of the article's author, some kind of hippy with his head thrown back in laughter. He seemed hardly credible, but what if he wasn't a laughing fool? What if it was true? Was it possible that a variant of this 'documented' parasite could exist? One that not even the freaked out mystics knew about?

Further search turned up nothing else, not online or in the many tomes surrounding me, so I packed it in, finding that I'd consumed almost four hours there. Mum would be home soon.

Part 2

"Have you eaten, hon?"

Sitting Indian style on the bed, I shook my head, trying to imagine her reaction if I asked her if she wanted to visit a Shaman with me for a mystic version of a good old fashioned exorcism. Just for fun.

"Well, I left you twenty Dollars, why didn't you get anything?"

"I had those sandwiches before I left."

"That was hours ago, aren't you hungry?"

"I suppose," I replied, "Not ravenous or anything."

"How was your day, did you see Roxy?"

"No, I went to the Library."

"You did? What for?"

"Researching stuff."

"What stuff?"

"Spiritual parasites."

There was really no reason to not tell her and I hated lying to her; I didn't want any more of that kind of guilt than I was already shouldering. Her reaction was to abruptly turn with an amused expression of surprise, one brow raised and smirking.

" ... Well, what did you find?"

"Nothing that really fits us," I replied, only bending the truth there with a sheepish smile.

"You should have researched mind control, hon."

"That wouldn't give us a basic understanding of what we are, though," I countered, remembering our time upon the wind as a joined, symbiotic creature with no identity or ultimate will, much like the articles I read described the spiritual parasite as it moves without a host. "The more we know about what we are, the more we know what questions we should be asking."

"I think all the answers we need are within us. We just have to... You know."

"Yes."

" ... Tonight?"

"I have to work tomorrow."

"So?"

"I don't want to drink any more today."

"Well... you could have some right after supper and we can try it then. You'll have plenty of time to work it out of your system that way."

"Mu-um," I softly complained.

She didn't answer right away, but gave me a disappointed look and turned to the table, taking out the rest of the KFC left over from the previous night and loading a plate for the microwave.

"You're afraid."

She didn't say it as a taunt or accusation, simply a fact that she understood.

"I just... don't like rushing ahead on this without knowing where it'll take us."

"But it's the only way we can find out," Mum complained, closing the oven door and getting it started before turning around with her cigarettes. "I mean, how else? You said yourself that you couldn't find anything at the Library and even if you did, we'd probably still have to take that next step anyway."

There she went, making perfect sense again. I watched her pause long enough to light a smoke before continuing.

"Just remember that nothing bad happened the first time, in fact we both enjoyed it a lot, especially when we finally got talking about it later."

"I just think we should hold off until..."

"What?" she prodded during my pause, throwing her arms out to her sides with a slightly impatient expression.

" ... I don't know," I miserably admitted.

" ... Okay, how about this? We just... look into each other's eyes, no sex."

The oven beeped as I thought about this, wondering if this wouldn't be just as bad, at least where my own activities and the importance of keeping them from her were concerned. She didn't turn to collect the plate, but continued to stand there, waiting expectantly for an answer, her hopes that I'd agree written plainly in her features until she decided to prod a little.

" ... You know, my uhhh, other son... He'd..."

" ... Have the guts?" I asked, not able to keep my irritation at what she was hinting at out of my tone.

"That's not what I mean, it's just that he's..."

"What?"

Now I was challenging her and that wasn't lost on Mum at all.

"Okay, y'know what? You can just wipe that look right off your face! Don't you dare question my feelings for you, not ever! You hear me, Mister!? I'm out there with my ass on the line for you and I won't put up with-!"

I'd gotten off the bed and walked to the table, my gait communicating the hopelessness of the situation, the way I casually grabbed the bottle telling her how frustrating it was for me, my manner in removing the cap and taking a heavy gulp of the stuff speaking of the tired, almost uncaring resignation of my surrender.

"Fine, Mum. I'll do it."

She didn't know how to take that. I could see some satisfaction in that I'd agreed, but some concern over my attitude about it as well.

" ... I really do love both sides of you, you know. Without you, he's nothing. I've told you both that."

"Yup. And I love her like I do you. Same reasons. The problem is, I don't get to see her anymore and I guess before long, she won't get to see me anymore, either."

"Oh my god, you are so hard to deal with sometimes! I told you that we may need to find a balance! You think I'm not concerned about this!? You've never met my mother! Don't think-! ... (sigh!) ... Son," she went on in a lower, softer voice that almost pleaded, "don't think I'm skipping through the sunshine and lollipops on this; I assure you I'm not and I've told you that. The last thing I want is for us to end up like my mother and, if there's a reason to fear that, we have to find out as soon as possible so we can... do something."

"But what if doing this stuff speeds it along? That's what I'm afraid of."

At least I could be truthful of this much, having good reason to believe that to be the case after Audrey and now polo shirt guy as well.

"Honey, I... I don't know that. I admit it, but if you stop and think, there's no other way for us to get any answers."

"There's no guarantee we'll get answers that way."

"But there's no guarantee we won't, so we have to try. You know I'm right."

She was. And were it not for what I had to hide from her, I'd have agreed a lot easier, probably even supporting her suggested course of action. But the fact was that I'd agreed anyway, and I meant to go through with it, too. My only hope was that he could make it work somehow. I took another drink and nodded, going back to the bed afterward.

" ... Don't worry, sweetie pie, everything will be fine. We'll be together."

About a half hour after we ate, after the rye had had the chance to work its magic before receding to the arrival of Mum's other son, we both sat Indian style on the bed, facing one another. I could see she was glad to see me as him, but it didn't much bother me. I guess that was to be expected, given who I was at the time.

"Are you ready?" she asked with a nervous smile.

"Yup," I sighed. "No talking, no laughing or smiling. First one who does loses, right?"

"Silly! It's not a stare down contest, we're just... you know."

"What if we both accidently fall under each other's Jedi spell and sit here until Roxy decides to come looking?" I asked, only half joking.

"I doubt that'll happen. I'm stronger than you, so I'd naturally overcome your spell. Remember, I'm older and I've been using this, but that's not what we're doing, anyway. We're just looking one another in the eyes. I suggest we think of how we love each other when we do."

"Okay," I replied to her still slightly nervous, yet happy smile. "Let's do this, then."

Actually, I figured that focusing on my very positive feelings for her was a good way to hide certain stuff she might find out about the same way Marie found out about Pastor Marx's hand in the collection plate. This didn't mean I was any less nervous than her, even more so I'm sure but, at the time, I felt able to handle it a lot better as him.

We brought our eyes to meet and after a few slightly uncomfortable smiles and some blinking, we settled into our little experiment. I soon felt more comfortable with her direct gaze, staring into the inky depths of her beautiful, hazel eyes. This was the first chance I'd ever had to really study them, but I still had to dare my own unapologetic stare. Concentrating on my love for her, I found it easier, not so much a chance I was taking with a frightening unknown, but more like stepping into a very nice garden with fountains, birds...

Every time she blinked I was welcomed back to the garden anew to see a little more of it each time, the feeling of being a valued, trusted friend, an estranged lover impressing upon my emotions until I was utterly lost in these feelings from her which I could easily sense. It was as though I'd moved behind her eyelids and stayed there after she closed them, absorbed by her being before they opened again in that proverbial and literal blink of the eye.

She was so warm. So soft and loving. She surrounded me, touching every part of me in her special way until I experienced something spectacular. The only way I can describe it is to compare it to a low key orgasm, except it just went on and on, pouring from my every cell, thought and memory, blotting out anything and everything else that I ever foolishly thought of as pleasurable.

"I love you... so much."

I was on the outside again, on our bed and alone with Mum, blinking in confusion at where I'd been and how I got there, how I got back and how long I was gone. She was looking at me with tears running down her cheeks and I was amazed to find some running down mine, too.

"So much, sweetie pie. We're so special together. Our love..."

"I... Oh, Mum."

I threw my arms around her and pushed her down underneath me with a feeling, a need for her that was impossible to satisfy, intense beyond all imagining and had nothing to do with sex. We kissed and made out passionately for a long time before the powerful aftereffect of the experience mostly wore off. By that time, we were lying together the way we sleep, slowly and softly stroking each other's hair and bodies while smiling so contentedly at one another.

We talked about it until late, comparing our shared, yet slightly differing experience, finding that hers was the more detailed and clear of the two. Neither one of us felt anything but joy and love when we were in 'the garden', for want of a better term for where and whatever it was or is. We didn't even have sex afterwards.




My Other Mother Ch. 12



Part 3

My mother is the best alarm clock ever, especially when I wake up with my cock in her mouth as I did the following Monday morning. How she got positioned without waking me, especially how she managed to suck me hard is a mystery to me, but she did.

She noticed my awakening, somehow smiled around my girth and gave me a naughty 'good morning' wink before sucking more energetically, bringing her hand into play with that great, twisty stroke she does with it.

"Mmmm. Mmmmm. (slu-urp!) Ah-bmmmmm! (slurp) Mmm-mmmbb."

I've said it before and I'll say it again: I'll never get tired of sex with Mum. The woman I respected, looked up to and admired all those years she raised me sucking my cock like she was being paid to do it. I came in almost no time, groaning and writhing on the bed while her other hand rested on my chest, encouraging me to be still while I pumped her exquisite mouth full of hot, sticky cum.

My waking world was rocked as I watched her carefully let my member free of her lips, jerking in that after pleasure when they cleared my cockhead. Sitting up, she looked at me with her mouthful, cheeks actually and noticeably bulged with saliva and my huge load.

She grinned like a slutty eighteen year old, accidently allowing a little to seep out until she began to smile uncontrollably wider, a humoured panic in her eyes as her lips began to separate, a small geyser of my sperm leaping out to land on her chest before her zany sense of humour betrayed her. The rest of it dumped from her mouth, the thick white fluid pouring out and down between her lovely big breasts and over her white nightie in an erotic mess.

A disappointed laugh accompanied this eruption and she looked down at herself.

"Oh, Mum... You perverted little slut."

"I wanted to swallow it for you! You made me laugh!" she charged, pointing her accusing finger at me.

"Made you laugh!? I was trying to put my head back together!"

She laughed again, and ran a finger through the gooey mess on her chest, popping it in her mouth after and looking at me with joyfully horny, sparkling eyes.

"Son...?"

"Yes, Mummy?" I replied with a horny smile of my own, the psychological factor of this scene keeping me hard.

"Will you please rape me tonight?"

"Oh, yes."

"Make it... good?"

"I promise it'll be good."

"Make it hurt?"

"I'm gonna use you with no regard at all, like I'm only throwing you away after I'm done."

"Oh, yesss," she hissed, returning two fingers to her chest, her other hand between her legs and down the front of her light blue, thin cotton panties.

"I'm gonna treat you exactly like the dirty little whore you are, Mum."

"Uh-hh..."

"I'll pound that horny cunt senseless."

"Yesss!?"

"And then I'm gonna fuck you right up that sweet ass of yours."

" ... Uhh! Oh, ye-! Ooooh, ho- OHH! -honey you can't fu- fuck mummy's bum!?"

"Ohhh, yes, Mummy. I'm gonna fuck you're your ass whether you like it or not, you slutty little fuckdoll."

"Uhh- ahhhhh!? OH! OHHH! FUUUUUUCK, AAAAOOOOOWWWWW! Mmmmmmmm! Ohhh, fuck, yeaaaahh!"

Once again, I'll never get over sex with my mum.

Part 4

After a shower, two bowls of vegetable beef soup and some passionate necking with my other mother at the door, I was off with the bagged lunch she'd prepared, walking with a spring in my step and a smile that was undefeatable.

It was hotter than usual that Monday and, after warming up with a shovel in the cellar for a while, somebody traded me their one hour bucket brigade shift outside, preferring the shade of the rat infested cellar to the building heat of the day. Then others offered up theirs and, not minding the heat as much, I decided to take them.

Wilfe didn't have a problem with it, in fact he sent Jimmy to buy extra water for me, so I climbed out, taking off the undershirt I'd already stripped down to in favour of being bare chested with only my already mud splattered, old black jeans and hikers on.

The dumpster had gotten so full that the gate had to be closed, necessitating a six foot power lift of each full bucket in order to dump them in from the top. However, that couldn't erase the super positive vibe that was me after that morning and the incredible night before with Mum. Even thoughts of my current, many pronged worries stayed away in favour of this mood and the simple, honest, hard work that I was doing and had come to somehow appreciate. Those toiling in the cellar thought I was crazy or inhuman. (if they only knew)

During a shady lunch under an improvised tarp canopy that Wilfe had rigged up, Andy came to sit beside me, digging something out of his back pocket. It was one of those small, red Gideon bibles, the type people find in, and sometimes steal from hotel rooms.

"Check it out," he said as though it was an illicit firearm.

"It's a bible," I uselessly noted, joking afterwards, "You didn't steal it?"

"No, my mum did years and years ago," he said seriously.

"Oh. Okay."

"After our conversation, I got to thinking, you know?"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, so I went to visit my mother and I got this. I've been reading it just to ahhh... give it a fair chance."

"What do you think?"

"It's pretty hard to understand, but interesting. Maybe really interesting if I could get past the fucked up way it's written."

"King James English. Yeah, that's pretty fucked up alright, but you can get bibles in modern English."

"That's what Mum told me," he said. "Have you ever read it?"

"Not really. Kinda skipped through one a few times I guess, but I've never given that whole mystical scene much thought. Not till recently, anyway," I added before taking another bite of my peanut butter sandwich.

"But, it's not mystical, it's religious."

"Same thing, isn't it?"

"Well... fuck do I know... All I know is that I don't wanna quit eating steak and pork chops."

We both chuckled, but he added, "Hey, I'll get one of those normal English bibles and let you know, though."

"Let me know what?"

"You know. What it's all about and stuff."

"I got a funny feeling I won't be working here that long, Andy."

"No? That'll be too bad. Wilfe'll miss you."

"I'll actually miss this," I admitted. "But... I'm expecting the mother ship to swing by any time now and you know how it is with commitments being commitments and all..."

I'd said that seriously, watching his confused reaction before I could no longer keep from laughing, he joining in.

"Shhhiiit, man, you're fucked!"

"Yeah, you got that right. If you had any idea just how well and truly fucked I- Uh oh."

His eyes followed mine, spotting the approaching guy in his thirties with a clipboard, tie and nametag on his crisp white shirt. He was looking over our hastily constructed awning, his brows knit together with a frown as he consulted his clip board for a moment.

It turned out he was from the Building Inspector's office and had a problem with our shade giver. Wilfe approached him and the conversation that ensued shortly turned to debate. We sat there in the shade, watching this exchange while eating and I couldn't help but be impressed by the tired old fox and the way his argument was only meant to stall the inspector, keeping our awning up until the rest of our lunch break was over. He knew he'd lose and argued accordingly while the idiot with the tie actually stood and listened to him ramble on, muddying the waters and running off topic with his professional obligations and even personal problems.

Old Wilfe was pretty good, but with ten minutes left to our lunch, he ran out of patience from the low ranking official, having to back down just before he got a fine.

I honestly didn't see what the big deal was and was getting up, my third peanut butter sandwich still only half eaten when an idea hit me, one of those little dares from inside that I can't resist.

Wilfe stalked away from his victorious adversary in disgust, calling Jimmy to help him tear down our sun shelter as I approached the city employee. Taking note of the nametag that identified him as Sean Waterman, I spoke to him quite casually.

"Hey, Sean."

Of course, he looked right up from the clipboard that held the form he was studiously filling out, suddenly curious as to who it was that might know him, being that I'd used his first name. Before he could remember that he had it plainly written out on his chest, his eyes met mine and, after several tense seconds, I drew him in, felt him give for me. His face went blank, eyes following its example a second later.

"There's nothing wrong with that awning, Sean."

" ... I..."

"I would never lie to you."

" ... No. No, you'd never lie to me."

"You're too smart for that."

"Too smart..." he agreed.

"There's nothing wrong with that awning."

He looked over at it and the slowly milling, filthy men who were under and now around it.

"Is there?" I asked

"No," he replied with mild surprise. "There's nothing wrong with that awning at all."

"Better tell him to leave it where it is. You'll get fired if they take it down."

"Hey! No, just leave that!" he called waving his arm, mild surprise turning to worry. "Just... yeah, it's good, just leave it!"

"Don't forget to make sure your documentation backs you up. If it doesn't, you'll get fired for that, too."

"Yes, my doc.... docu..." he trailed off, tearing the form he was filling out from the tablet and starting a fresh one.

I ate my sandwich, dropping bread crumbs on his clipboard as he worked away until he signed the bottom a minute later.

"Sean, just forget all about us and that awning now."

"About what?" he asked, now confused.

"Go away and don't come back, Sean."

"I'm... I'm going away," he proclaimed as though the idea were his. "And I'm not coming back."

With that, he spun on his heel and walked back the way he'd come, not even looking back.

Wow.

I went back to the shelter with my sandwich and sat against the wall again, a little freaked out and elated, telling Wilfe when he asked that my father used to work for the Building Inspector's office in Ottawa and that he'd imparted a few loopholes and things to me. My employer took this simply and for what it was worth with a short laugh, raised brows and an incredulous shake of his head. Hey, who wouldn't?

The bad part of my Monday happened shortly after we got back to work, not quite an hour into the second half of our back breaking day. I was taking another shift outside when I saw Bruce climbing out of the window, or trying to. He looked to be struggling, but unwilling to show it. He also looked like death had warmed over. I set the bucket down and went to help the battered old guy.

"I'm okay, I... (gasp)..."

"I don't think you are, man. Lemme help you-"

"No, I'm good, just a bit... tired," he managed to pant.

He was anything but good. Rolling beads of sweat trickled down his pale face and his pupils were dilated. His trembling hands clawed for purchase and I'd become alarmed as I pulled him out of the window whether he liked it or not.

"Wilfe!' I called urgently, looking at Bruce as he slumped with his back against the wall.

"I- (gasp!) jus need a rest, kid..."

His breath was coming short and shallow and it looked as though he were going to pass out.

"Stop talking, old timer, save your breath. Wiiilfe! Call nine-one-one! Nine-one-one!"

I looked into his eyes, beginning to panic as I saw his lights going out, as he looked back into mine with sudden wonder as though he'd just figured out something he should have known his entire life. And then he just... stopped.

I felt him go. It's hard to describe. In one instant his mind was its own garden, vibrant with warm, colourful life, and the next it was an empty, desolate wasteland of lifeless dirt and decay, the thriving foliage that was there having withered to dry death that crunched underfoot in spare moments.

I found myself there, stranded in his no man's land until I was suddenly pulled away, blinking up at Wilfe in the bright sunlight. I heard myself telling him that Bruce was gone in a small, faraway voice, let him gently pull me further away from the empty husk in front of me to check for himself. My good mood of only seconds ago was as dead as tough old Bruce.

After we watched the Ambulance carry Bruce away, Wilfe gave us the rest of the day off. I'd wanted to deal with Grammie Marie that evening, but there was no way I'd ever have the mindset for it after watching and feeling Bruce exit this existence. I stopped at the same booth I'd used twice before and gave Audrey a call, hoping she wouldn't keep me on for too long.

"Hello?" she answered.

"Hi, Audrey. It's me, Steven."

There was no response, so I just asked, "Did you switch shifts with Maureen?"

"Yes."

"Okay, good. I'll be by sometime late tomorrow night, alright?"

" ... Alright. Uhh... I heard about the visit... the Pastor you brought by. Is she okay?"

"Yes, there's no problem," I said, hoping it was true, the worries over my former friend coming back to haunt me as anxiety flavoured icing on the depression cake I feasted on that late afternoon.

"Good."

After a short, uncomfortable silence, I bade her goodbye and hung up. Leaving the booth, I found as I walked that the death of my vocational acquaintance, the last natural, biological function any of us will carry out, paled in comparison to the question of what I was going to do about Marie. Bruce was decided, the situation nonthreatening and over, I reasoned. Marie was not. Not yet.

Part 5

I didn't tell Mum about what happened at work. I didn't have the chance anyway because, as I walked in the door, most of my depression evaporated at the sight of her and the memory of what I was supposed to do to her that evening.

She wore a medium gray dress with a wide, black belt at her midriff that accentuated her bust line, but not to the point of looking slutty. It buttoned up the front from about where her belly button would be and showed minimal cleavage while also covering her shoulders, long, flared sleeves matching the loose, knee length hemline. Her legs were covered by sheer black stockings and I knew there'd be a garter belt under the dress that made her look the most appetizing soccer mum on the planet.

Her hair was back from her forehead, held there by a black hair band to hang just behind her ears, completing the look of the upper class suburban housewife she once was. Dangly, silver earrings and a long necklace that disappeared down the front of her dress glittered almost as bright as her beautiful and deadly eyes as she greeted me, getting up from the table and approaching me with a warm, inviting smile.

"Hi, Sweetie pie, welcome home."

"Hi, Mum," I greeted in turn, appreciating her well covered, yet still enticing body.

Grabbing the shower bag, she passed it to me and suggested with an excited little wink, "Go get cleaned up and come on back," that wink signaling... whatever.

She was horny as hell, I could see it and I rushed through my shower and into the clean jeans and T-shirt that she'd packed into the shower bag to get quickly back to her.

"How was your day?" she asked, closing the door behind me about ten minutes later and guiding me to the table.

"The usual," I lied with a smile, so appreciative that she could make me feel so much better after such a truthfully rotten day.

"Well, just have a seat right here, Son. Mummy has a nice meal all ready for you," she said, removing a steaming plate of stew (homemade?) from the oven and placing it in front of me with the appropriate silverware and the pint bottle of whiskey, now only a third full.

"How was yours?" I asked as she sat across from me.

"Wonderful," she replied with a bright, motherly positivity.

While I ate, she filed her nails, speaking of a fictional day at the mall, the PTA and smiling affectionately at me every now and then, making it clear she was playing a part and that I should play along. Interesting. So I did and, once I was done, I pushed my plate aside, arching my back in a stretch with my hands at the back of my head as she opened a new line of conversation.

"Ummm, I think there's something we need to talk about, honey."

"Oh?"

"Yes... I was cleaning your room today and I found... well, this."

From under the phone book, she removed a Hustler magazine, the cover featuring a woman bent over with her ass pointed at the camera, a pair of black short shorts covering her essentials as she looked back with a fun loving smile.

"Oh..." I replied, feigning discomfort. "That."

"Yes... Honey... I have to wonder... I mean, I know that you're a normal, healthy boy and I'm so glad you haven't fallen into that awful homosexual trend... But... There are pictures in here of women... doing things... Sometimes with other women! I mean, I can understand you being attracted to a beautiful woman who's posing without her clothes, but what I saw in here was..."

"Well... Ummm..." I dithered.

"What would Father Stockdon say if he knew?" she admonished.

"I... suppose that would depend on what he's into?"

"That's not funny, Steven," she scolded. "Father Stockdon is a decent man and would never be interested in..." she trailed off, shaking her head in well acted disappointment as she opened the magazine. "I mean, just look at this... disgusting display of perversion!"

"Aw, Mum, it's not that bad."

"Not that bad? Just look at this!" she repeated.

She showed me an example of what supposedly offended her so, an attractive brunette woman of about her age with her hand up a schoolgirl's skirt. The expression on the young woman's face was one of surprise and shock as she tried to hold her red plaid skirt down.

"And what in god's name does 'MILF' mean?"

"You... probably don't want to know that."

"I asked you a question, young man."

" ... Well... it means, 'Mother -- I'd -- Like -- To -- Fuck.'"

"Steven! I will not tolerate that kind of language in this house!"

"Well, sorry Mum, but you asked," I replied, taking the pint and drinking from it.

"Steven!" she repeated in well acted shock at this. "Where did you get that whiskey? This is not the way I raised you!"

"Relax, Mum. I mean, I'm sorry about the porn mag and stuff, but I'm eighteen now, a man and... well, you know."

"I know that those awful friends of yours are probably responsible for all this!"

My reply was to shrug and take another drink. She was really good and I was suddenly having quite a bit of fun with this, unable to keep a smile from my face and having completely forgotten about poor Bruce.

"I don't think this is very funny, young man!" I... I think you should go speak to Father Stockdon about this. And I think you should stop associating with those hooligans from the South End! And stop drinking that!"

"Father Stockdon checks out your tits when you're not looking," I imparted.

" ... Uhh! He does not! How... dare you say that! He would never do such a thing, and if you must bring up that part of the female body, please use the proper term! 'Breasts'!"

"Well, he does, I've seen him doing it. Everybody looks at your big tits, Mum."

"Steven!" she repeated.

"It's true," I said with a shrug, taking another drink from the plastic bottle. "Even I do."

"(gasp!) Steven Edward Burchell! I am your Mother! I hardly think it's proper for you to- Steven, stop looking at them!"

"Did you see the picture where those three guys came all over that woman's tits and face?" I asked, looking directly at her boobs.

"Yes, I did and it was disgusting!"

"I thought it was pretty cool. Some women really like that, you know."




My Other Mother Ch. 12



"Not this woman, and I can't believe that kind of thing would interest you!"

"Have you ever had it done to you?"

"I should say not!"

"You should try it. Ask Father Stockdon to jerk of in your face, I bet he would."

"(gasp!) I- I don't believe I'm hearing this!"

"Hey, your nipples are hard."

She looked down, seeing this to be the case and gasped again, covering them with her fingers and looking at me, her jaw slack as I took another drink. I was starting to feel the effects of the disgusting stuff at this point.

"I think you've spent too much time in church," I observed. "You're sexually repressed, or something."

"What you call 'sexually repressed' is what everyone else calls 'decent'! And I want you to stop drinking that evil liquor right now, I said! It's making you-"

"Aw, Mum, come off it. You're just all horned up."

"I have never been 'all horned up' a day in my life!"

"The fact that I'm sitting here says otherwise. What, did Dad have to rape you?"

" ... (gasp!)"

"I'm just saying..."

"Well! I think you should just stop saying right now, young man!"

"Why? You gonna spank me?"

"I'll ground you until you're forty!" she promised, closing the magazine and pointing it at me as I stared at her nipples, even harder and more pronounced now. "And stop looking at my breasts! I did not raise an incestuous pervert!"

"Are you even wearing a bra?"

"Yes, I'm wearing a bra! What kind of a woman runs around without a bra!?"

"My kind of woman," I answered with a leer.

"Well! Obviously, your kind of woman is a wanton slut!"

" ... Mum, your nipples are making my cock hard," I half complained, staring at her chest again.

"Tha- that's it!" she asserted, getting up and coming to my side of the table, leaning over and pointing in my face. "I will not sit here and listen to this from my own son! I want you to stop drinking and I want you to stop associating wi- Eeep!"

I'd deftly raised my hand and grabbed her nipple right through her dress, giving it a semi-painful tweak and making her jump before slapping my hand away in shock and outrage.

"You... touched Mummy's nipple! Wha...? What would your father say if he were alive!?"

"I dunno," I carelessly answered, staring down the front of her dress and checking out her black bra. Grabbing both her nipples, I said, "I just want to-"

"EEEEP! (gasp!) Steven, don't!" she commanded, swatting my hands away.

She began to move backwards and away from me, but I made a quick grab at the front of her dress, taking a handful of the soft gray cotton right in front of her pelvis to haul her back to me with. Once she was close enough, I reached up and started tugging down on her collar, popping two buttons.

"Ste-! Don't! Stop that this inst- Ohh-h!"

I'd removed my other hand from the lower portion of her dress to grab her other boob and squeeze, feeling its firm bud under my palm. I was so hard for her at this point, really getting off on her act and able to totally immerse myself in her game while she struggled to remove my hands from her chest and collar.

She was successful in forcing me to unhand her, but only by jerking back and breaking my grip on her breast. The rest of the buttons popped, the plastic discs clattering on the floor and table as one heavily laden, black lace bra cup was exposed, the cotton in my grip suddenly slipping through my fingers. She was free, actually making for the door, but I was up off my chair and taking two long, quick strides to grab her again, spinning her around and forcing her backwards to the bed while she fought me, franticly hammer fisting at my chest.

Pushing her down to the mattress on her back, I noticed how prepared she really was, smiling wickedly at the soft ropes secured to the bed head. A struggle ensued, like the first time I raped her, and she put up one hell of a fight, both of us working against each other with the only sound in the room being our grunts and her shocked squeaks and yelps. As I knew I would, I wore her down and, once she was tapped out, it was relatively easy to secure her wrists with the ropes. Once this was accomplished, I got half way off the bed, one foot on the floor and one knee on the mattress to look down at my handiwork.

"Noooo!" she breathlessly moaned, squirming on her back in desperation, eyes wide and darting with her tied wrists crossed above her head and on the pillow. "Please let mu- mummy gooo!"

Now her entire bra was visible, the two halves of her dress spread wide and I shook my head slowly as I looked her body up and down, almost drooling and saying, "No way, Mum. This is right cool."

"Oh, nooooo! Wh- what are you going to do to meee!? She panted.

I casually grabbed a boob, fondling it in reply while she writhed. Her dress had ridden up to about mid thigh and my other hand settled just above her knee, gently squeezing and feeling up her leg. To the sound of her pathetic whimpering, I slowly raised her dress further and further as she pressed her thighs together. As expected, black garter straps excited me even more, my eyes following them up her soft hips until I uncovered her somewhat skimpy, black lace panties.

"Honey, pleaaase! You can't do this to your motheeer!?"

"I just wanna check you out, Mum," I said, switching my hand to her other boob and forcing one of her legs apart so I could see her crotch, pinning it with my knee chalked against the inside of hers. "You're so hot."

"Oh my god, this can't be happening!?"

I pulled down a bra cup and watched her large, dark areola creep like a sunrise over the jagged horizon of lace. I could have cheered when her hard, rubbery nipple snapped into view. I used my other hand to lift her breast completely free of its sexy restraint while Mum watched with mortification, whining desperately when I moved on to do the same with the other.

"Oh, geez. Your tits are so nice... nipples are so thick and long..."

I grabbed them and started playing with them, she moaning helplessly. I loved them, couldn't stop pinching and rolling them to feel their resistance, pushing them over just to watch them snap upright again.

"Does that feel good, Mum?" I inquired.

"Ohhh, Steven honey, pleaaase!"

I watched her thighs and pelvis gently squirming, casually placed my hand on the front panel of her panties and began feeling her up through them. She jumped at my touch down there and expelled a panicked squeak while I checked her out, feeling like it actually was the first time. Pressing my finger a bit hard between her lips, I enjoyed her groan, moving on to prod through the lace crotch at where her anal flower would be.

I unfastened my pants and, not wearing underwear, my hard steel was quickly freed, a fair sized smear of pre-cum at the tip of my head as it pointed almost straight up.

"Mum, look at my cock." I suggested as though I were showing her a test from school that I'd aced.

" ... Uhh! Oh, Steven... Your penis... You can't- Oh-h! -do this..." she warned, looking my member up and down, still twitching to the attention I was putting between her legs.

Ignoring her pleas, I groped her breasts while my other hand went down the front of her panties. She drew in a sharp breath and her pelvis rose from the bed.

"Wow, your cunt's right wet." I toned as my hand roamed around, stroking her lips, poking at her hole and teasing her clitoris.

"Ooooo-ooooohhhhh! Sweetie pieeeeee!"

I took my time, enjoying myself with my mother's body as I freely molested her, slipping my hand beneath her panties at will until I could tease neither of us any longer. I stood and got naked in front of her as she watched with an appalled expression. Then I undid the belt at her midriff, slipped it out from beneath her and tossed it in preparation of disrobing her, too.

After killing what was left in the pint bottle, I proceeded to rip the dress from her body, loving her honest alarm and surprise at my sudden aggression. She was soon left with nothing but her under things, but most of that was about to go as well. After reaching under her to remove her bra, I slipped it off her and once again looked between her legs. She begged me, almost tearfully, to stop as I slipped her panties over her hips and down her legs. Once I had them off, I looked her over again with pure admiration.

Getting up on the bed and between her legs, I allowed my hands to roam everywhere now that the dress and her two crucial pieces of lingerie were gone, often returning to play with her garter belt and stockings while she continued to squirm helplessly.

"Mum, I'm gonna lick your wet cunt, okay?"

"Oh, no! Noooo! No- Ohh! Oh god! Oh, honey, you're licking Mummy's clit!"

"Mmmm. Mm- (slurp) --mmmmmm."

"Oh! Oh! Ohhh-h!"

I began fingering her while I sucked her clit into my mouth, softly and slowly bathing it while her writhing pelvis uselessly sought escape. But after a few minutes, she began pushing into my mouth, a severe orgasm on the way that overruled her considerable acting abilities.

"Nnnooo! Nnnooo! Oh, honey, you'll ma- hake Mummy cum!" she predicted, her head beginning to toss back and forth beneath her restrained hands.

She did cum moments later, hard and right in my mouth. She was so good.

"Ohhh, Mum... You're such a horny little slut..."

"I- oooh." She managed in a small voice.

" ... I know I said I only wanted to check you out, but... now... I wanna do stuff."

"Honey, dooooon't Not your motheeerrr!?"

"I'm gonna fuck your juicy cunt, Mum."

"Ste- he- heeee...!" she begged. "Nooooooo!"

"Yeah, I'm just gonna do whatever I want with you."

"Noooo." She cried, actual tears now leaking from the corners of her eyes.

"I know you don't want me to, but I don't care. I'm just gonna do it anyway, okay?" I asked.

Having some breath and wits back, Mum tried to resist as I covered her body with mine, both my knees between hers now, grabbing her bared nipples in my teeth to nibble, my hard length resting heavily between her soaked lips. I raunchily humped her as she pleaded with me to stop, manhandling her breasts as I saw fit, using her body to please me in whatever way I desired. Her resistance was pointless without the use of her arms and her back soon arched as I hungrily kissed her breasts all over. As I expected, I soon caught her opening and I didn't hesitate, shoving my well lubricated invader into her none too slowly. She was so tight, so renewed after her years of abstinence, my plunder of this forbidden pussy all the more wrong and good for it.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!!" she ground painfully through her teeth, one eye squinting as she looked down at me mauling her breasts. "Ohhh, honey, that huuurts!"

During her well acted nightmare scenario, two things happened. First, the whiskey I'd drunk seemed to slosh aside and, TA DAAA! Enter my mother's other son. At the same time, I suddenly wondered if Mum really wasn't acting in a sense? What if the struggle she put up was really on behalf of my real mother?

"Ohh, biiiiig!" she cried, more tears being forced from the corners of her eyes. "You're hurting Mummy!"

To my mother, real or otherwise, I complained, "Oh, Mum, shut up. Just take it you dirty little slut."

The look on her face was priceless, but only lasted a split second, the space of time between my reply and when I began mercilessly banging her like I hated her. I had to cover her mouth.

I swore to myself right then and there that I would never, ever question Mum's idea of a good time again and, minutes later when we both came in this brutal fashion, it was the look of her tied there, helpless to stop me even if she did want to that got me off by the most fabulous orgasm. My own Mother, the person who, as Joe the pig had pointed out, gave me such a hard time all those years, all those fistfuls of hair and the occasional hard slap in the face when she was really mad. I showed the stunningly beautiful bitch of my life what was what, alright. I loved her.

Pulling out of her, I moved up her body as she lay inert, eyes closed and moaning, her hand moving to cup her sex in a protective and soothing touch. When my jism smeared prick hit her face, she started with a jerk, opening her eyes to see what had defiled her beauty. When I went to press it at her lips, she clamped them shut and twisted her head to the side, so I grabbed her face and pinched her nose shut until she had to open her mouth, giving me the opportunity to violate it as I had her vaginal opening.

Again, I had no mercy, shoving my still hard manhood into her mouth as far as I could, grabbing her by her hair and fucking her mouth while she choked and gagged over it. Her breasts were right under my ass and I looked down at her as she was forced to give me head, loving her for making this possible. Catching my eye, she shot me the most loving expression in return, lasting a bare instant but as powerful as all the words she could have used to convey her feelings for me.

"Mm-uck! Uuk, gu-k, ngu-gkk!"

"Yeah, take it all, you horny little bitch."

After a minute of this, I cut her a break, allowing her the mercy of me only fucking her mouth, not her throat. I kept myself hard this way while she wailed around my girth in affronted shock to my treatment of her. When I was satisfied, I drew myself out of her, watching her choke and gratefully rest. Not for long, though.

"That was good, and so was your cunt, but now I'm gonna check out your ass."

Mum whined and plead wordlessly, shaking her head as I moved back down her body in order to defile it in a new and fun way. She had little strength to resist as I spread her legs as far as I could, also pushing them back, using them as leverage with which to rotate her pelvis up. This made her cute, cum covered, tight ass completely vulnerable as she watched, her now somewhat coherent pleas falling on my undeterred ears.

"No, Honey... How wi- will you feel tomorrow? Ple- please do- ooo-oohh, my bum!"

I inserted my pinkie finger to the first knuckle and listened to her gasp and wail haltingly as I worked it the rest of the way up.

"Hey Mum, I bet I can get my whole cock all the way up your ass."

"Noo- ho- hoooooohh!!" she whined.

I switched my pinky out for my index finger, methodically working it up there as her back slowly wriggled on the bed. When I was done with that, I forced my thumb inside her cavity, making her wail louder, more urgently. Finally, I aligned my cockhead up to her, holding her still with my hands on the back of her knees as we both watched it just disappear inside her.

"Guuuuhh, n- uuuuuhh!" she agonizingly protested.

"Fuck, your ass is so tight. I- Ohhh, Mum!"

"Uuuaaaaaaww!"

It was fantastic and hardly believable. Before I knew it I was halfway up her ass, loving her pained groans and alarmed squeaks, her complaints and pleas now issued in a thick, husky voice as I slowly worked my way even further in. And then I was all the way inside and the expression on her face as we both observed this was comparable to how she'd look if she'd suddenly grown a penis of her own.

"Look, Mu- umm! All the way in li- like I said. Ohh!"

Being a bit concerned about actually doing some internal damage, I started off slow, fucking her ass with love and care. As she looked on, captured by the imagery as I was, it was easy to see how much she loved my treatment of her, despite the pain.

Her body's last refuge fell to me, slowly opened up and adapted as her pain gradually began turning to pleasure, inviting me to fuck her harder, faster, until I was banging her ass like I did her pussy. Mum was shrieking and I had to put my hand over her mouth again. Her tits jerked and bounced back and forth with my dirty thrusting and forbidden pumping, and if there was any doubt as to her enjoyment of this, those doubts were cleared up when her eyes rolled back in her head and she orgasmed a third time beneath me, my hand still over her mouth.

"Mmmm! Mmmmmmggh! MMMMMMMM!! MMMMM-UMMMFF!! HMMMMKK!! MMMMMMM!! VFF-MMM!! MMMMMMMMMM!! Hmmmmmmm!?"

I just kept plugging on with no intention of letting up until I came again too, and when I did it was so good. I slowed to a pace where I could feel every detail in the tight embrace of my mother's ass, forcing a gasping grunt as my thick, sticky shots sprayed her insides again and again. She twitched and jerked with each, making a sort of panicked cooing sound until I was done and collapsed on top of her.

All in all, I couldn't have imagined a better one-on-one session with her. We kissed each other's face and neck lightly, out of character now as her whispered breaths came too light for me to make out her words. After this tender cool down period, I got up, leaving her with a passionate kiss on the lips to go take a long hot shower while she could only lie there, still restrained and seemingly forgotten about. When I returned, she was asleep with a contented smile, used, abused, totally sexy and so vulnerable.

Of course, it occurred to me that there was no reason why I shouldn't just go ahead and fuck her again if I wanted and as many times as I wanted, so I did. After all, it wouldn't have been a complete evening for either one of us if she didn't receive a face and mouthful.



My Other Mother Ch. 13



Part 1

Mum was the most erotic mess when she woke up Tuesday morning. She was still tied, her face, hair, breasts, pelvis and thighs covered with mostly dried jism. She showed me a weak, sore and tired smile and I couldn't help but fuck her again, feeding her the fresh load and watching her gratefully smile as she swallowed every drop. She said nothing the entire time, only moaned and cried out in pleasure, pain and orgasmic release, even when I went to grab a shower without untying her.

I finally did when I returned, dressed and ready for another work day, watching her slowly turn over and go back to sleep with the same smile as before while I ate a hastily warmed meal of vegetable soup.

It didn't really hit me until I was on my way to work. I'd totally used and abused my own mother in every way I'd ever want to sexually use any woman. It was the most fun I'd ever had in my life, especially the look on her face when I was forcing my cock up her perfect, round ass. I wondered if she'd ever been fucked there before with a bright smile, bidding an elderly nun a cheerful hello as she passed on the sidewalk.

It being a cooler, slightly overcast day, there wasn't anybody up for trading their hour long shift on the bucket brigade of one, but I still had plenty of opportunity to think between the muted, brief comments spoken in tones that held the weight of Bruce's death. Of course, this meant the fall of my mood but, thanks to Mum, it didn't fall all the way.

More than anything, it was that feeling of impending doom creeping back in, stronger than ever. It seemed to almost come with the thickening clouds overhead as I ducked into the un-boarded cellar window, the second to last threshold Bruce had crossed in his hard life. The tricky shadows of the cellar served to polarize the last two weeks in my mind.

It was incredible to think that only two months ago, I was this worry free kid just hours out of high school, no concerns about the future, not even thinking about it while raising hell at the grad party and thinking I had all my sexual needs taken care of with Staci in the back of my Hummer. I'd planned on the beach the next day with my friends, none of which were ever particularly close to me, but with whom I was quite popular. It seemed like a dream I once had.

The public media nightmare that Mum and I endured right after the last wild night out with my friends seemed like a blur in that cellar, the details as shadowy as the corners down there as I tried to put together who I was during that time. Especially after it became clear that the investigators wouldn' t share my father's numbers with me, that Mum and I were the only ones expected to cooperate and that they were out to in fact railroad us. After that I paid less and less attention to them, focused on my only friend in life as she focused on me, trying to wait out the wolves at the door with no idea what the outcome would be. We were helpless and even our innocence was no guarantee, meant nothing to the reporters outside our door, the bastards who threw the bottles and rocks at it and our vehicles at night. We never hurt anyone and even Dad didn't hurt those night time vandals, but I suppose they did it because we were easy targets. It's not as though the cops would have helped us.

And that's how we got off the bus in Saint John. Two easy targets. This wasn't only because we were homeless and penniless with no jobs, but because we'd been broken down to feeling that way. We were made to be easy targets by the shock and awe campaign we'd just survived without much more than the shirts on our backs.

After these things came into sharper perspective for me with the benefit of a little hindsight, the timeline of my new life advanced again and I was fairly shocked to see the picture that our experiences in Saint John had so far painted. In two weeks, most everything I thought I knew as reality had been turned upside down twice. Things I never would have expected, much less believed possible, had happened so fast that I barely had time to measure and categorize them, time to deal and rationally move on to the next incredible, stomach churning event or discovery before it was actually happening.

And now things were happening so fast and all at once... I could almost feel something bad coming. It was like sitting on the beach with the family in that nice oil painting I'd seen in the shop window that night. Everything's just fine as I'm checking out the scenic old lighthouse over my shoulder like the others, not noticing how the gulls have retreated like the fleeing lighthouse keeper, vaguely wondering what that deep, far away roar could be as a fifty foot, killer tsunami races for shore.

Perhaps the most worrying thing was how I was allowing him to the surface more often. He was no target, Mum's other son, any more than my other mother was and I realized that I'd been starting to lean on him, trusting him more and more to handle the things that were slowly eroding my ability to cope. You see, there's certain contentment within control, even if it's only a control of your own fears and indecision, but wasn't this just running? Mum didn't seem to think so when she turned herself over to the parasite lock, stock and barrel.

Lastly, I still didn't know how I was going to deal with Marie later that night, but I had to somehow, even though a lot of my fears concerning the immediate future were set around her. I spent the rest of the day thinking about that, coming up with very little beyond an attitude I meant to start with, hoping I could work the rest out from there, hoping I could persuade her in any way necessary of going somewhere else, or at least leaving people alone. I didn't dare allow myself to think about my own vulnerability to her.

On the way home in the light drizzle that had begun a few hours before quitting time, I was back to comparing myself to the kid who smiled for Mum's cam as I received my diploma, marveling at how I'd changed. It was my father's graduation gift.

Part 2

Mum had the room freshly cleaned and tidied when I got back home. She wore a new nightie, probably one of the things she'd bought with Joe's money. It was black satin and reached her ankles, leaving a lot of her chest showing above the daringly cut neckline. Beginning from her black pumps, a slit ran up one side of her nightwear, right to the top of her hip to show off a narrow band of her pink panties. With those exciting black streaks in her hair, her gorgeous eyes... Oh, yes!

After my shower and supper, during which time Mum was strangely, giddily quiet, I noted with a grin, "Mum... You're walking funny."

"(giggle!)"

" ... Oh my god, you are such a bad girl."

She came over and sat right in my lap and kissed my face here and there before she spoke with a pleased smile.

"I love role play, but sweetie pie... you can't know what that did for me. See, it's not just the sexual acts, it's... up here." She explained again, tapping the side of her head. "To really satisfy me, it has to be up here, too. Sometimes I need it like that and, let me tell you, honey, I've needed that for a long... long time. Thank you so much, you were so absolutely perfect!"

"So were you. You're... I almost believed it, you know."

"Me too. We're so good together."

"The best. But seriously, are you okay?"

"Oh, yeah. A lot better than this morning!" she added with a girlish laugh. "I'll be good as new tomorrow."

" ... Uh, I hate to ask this, but I can't help wondering..."

"Anything."

"Did Dad ever... do stuff like that?"

"Uh, no. No, he didn't have... Well, he tried, but after having to tell him what to do next, step by step, it was clear he'd never really take the initiative. Like you did."

"But... it wasn't me, either. Was it?"

"Don't get wrapped up in that, hon. I told you, I love you both the same and as one."

"Well... Now that I'm sober and stuff, I gotta say I don't regret it at all, or feel bad about it. I loved it and I can't wait to use you like that again, you horny little bitch."

"Heh! Bad boy! Not tonight, though. Give me till tomorrow night so I can be fresh for you. I have amazing recuperative powers, but even I still need a short time."

"No prob."

"I can still suck your nice cock, though. After last night, I need a lot of protein," she told me, squirming in my lap with another dirty giggle.

"All you want, Mummy."

"Mmm. I raised such a good boy."

Part 3

There were no protein drinks for Mum that evening.

Later on, we lounged on the bed and watched television for a while. After an hour long, comprehensive look at the real and staggering economic crisis in the US, we caught some local news. I was on the way back to the bed with a cup of coffee, shaking my head over a report that had just begun on the suicide of a Saint John woman early that morning.

"Audrey Chapel, of Prince Edward Street, jumped from the Reversing Falls Bridge to her death just past six o'clock am, according to several witnesses. Her body was recovered further downstream just over an hour later; police are not investigating, calling Miss Chapel's suicide, 'sad and tragic'."

The anchorwoman went on to a different story about possible dangers in using those curly light bulbs as my arm slowly straightened to hang lifelessly from my shoulder, the hot coffee pouring out all over the floor at my side.

"Honey?"

That was no suicide. This was the horrible, stomach turning reality that I knew it to be, even if the cops didn't. Marie-.

"Honey, what's wrong? Did you know her?"

Poor Audrey had changed shifts with Maureen, an irregularity that the crazy old bat may have become suspicious of...

"Steven!"

And there she was, left alone with the twisted, evil Sith Lord who somehow-

"Steven, honey!" Mum asserted, grabbing my hand from the bed and yanking.

I could only stare at her in shock, her expression one of alarm as she drew me in closer, the mug dropping from my hand and bouncing under the bed somewhere. I cooperated, actually laying my head in her lap and hugging the small of her back tight as I squinted my eyes shut against what I'd wrought. Mum could only try to soothe me, stroking my hair and back in confusion and worry. After a few minutes, I slowly straightened up, sitting on the edge of the bed and across from her as she half reclined against the wall. I swallowed and, with my eyes trained on her feet, I began with meeting Pastor Marx.

My eyes never left her feet, not while I told her about my trips to the Library, the dream I had where Marci reminded me that Atlantic Canadians always come back to their shores. They stayed down while I told her about the painting I saw in the shop window, the unexplainable moment I knew I'd find Marie in town, the visit, the following one with the Pastor, and what happened with polo shirt guy and why. I kept them down when I told her of how I knew about her bad dreams, my meeting with Audrey and my plans of going there that night to deal with Marie somehow. Even when I was finished and we both sat in silence on the bed, it was some moments before I could bring myself to look her in the face.

It was like she was waiting for that.

I landed on the floor before I even felt the pain from the sudden punch to my nose, before I had time to even register her expression of pure and unadulterated fury. Nor was there time for my mind to linger on the pain and shock of the occurrence on account of her suddenly pinning me to the floor with her body to continue pummeling my face.

"You fuck! You stupid, stupid fuuuuck!" she screamed.

I did my best to hold my arms and hands in front of my face, but I refused to really fight back. First of all, I was almost pissing myself, suddenly recalling my earlier fears of my new and other mother and I didn't want to make angrier. Second, she was right. I was so stupid and other people had paid the price, herself included. I just didn't see it until the news that evening, until her just, if manically violent, reaction. That's probably the reason I lowered my arms in the end and just let her have a field day. I deserved it.

Almost a half hour later, I sat waiting with a bloody T-shirt held to my nose. Amazingly, she hadn't broken it, but it sure as hell felt like she did along with the rest of my head. The surprising and vague note of how she'd also 'worked the body' persisted in my mind, a sort of ultimately meaningless fact that probably only served as a lifeline for whatever was left to my sanity at that point.

After Mum got off me, she whipped a few plates and glasses at the floor and walls, showering me with their sharp debris before storming out of the room, slamming the door almost hard enough to take it off its hinges. That had been almost twenty minutes before and I sat fearfully awaiting her return, grunting softly at the pain in my ribs when I shifted myself on the edge of the bed. I was tentatively feeling my left eye, reaffirming that it would turn nicely swollen with those lovely, dark shades of black and blue when the door opened. Of course it was Mum, and she still didn't look one bit happy with me. Just because she didn't slam the door behind her didn't mean a thing and, through a supreme effort of will, I forced myself not to shrink away when she sat down beside me, her hip touching mine.

"Did I break it?" she asked in a cold voice.

"No, Mum."

" ... If you had let me find out on my own about all your... activities," she spat, "if you hadn't at least had the sense and decency to tell me yourself, even after letting things go so far before you did... By god, I wouldn't know what to think of you. As it is... We'll settle this once and for all, Steven. You underst-? Hey! Look at me!"

She grabbed the ruined T-shirt and whipped it across the room, taking my sore jaw in thumb and forefinger, forcing a 'face to face' that didn't include direct eye contact. This didn't help my nerves that much.

"I know you did all these things because of that stupid promise that she roped you into, and that's what we're going to deal with first, young man! Right here, right now! So you listen this time, you got me sweetie pie!?"

"Yes, Mum!" I hurriedly affirmed.

"I've been with her for most of her life! Half of the woman you think of as her, the woman you remember as your 'real mother', is me! When you made that promise, I was mostly absent! Didn't you see that!? I was just beginning to get my feet under me again! That woman who exacted that promise from you is farther from who your mother was than I'll ever be! I am your mother!" And as such, I will now exact a promise from my good son! You will promise me that you will forget about that insane, ludicrous, promise you made to that imposter! I want your promise on that right now!"

I quickly made the heartfelt promise.

Moving her free hand to the top of my head for a semi tight fistful of hair, she continued, "So, you see the sense in what I'm saying, don't you?" she growled, nodding my head for me.

"Yes, Mum, I see the sense in that!" I winced.

"Your mind is now all nicely settled and content where that's concerned, right!?" she demanded, nodding my head again.

"I'm completely settled on that, Mum!"

"So, I'll never have to worry about you running amuck behind my back, making messes in your little efforts in working against me! will I!?" she seethed through her teeth, roughly shaking my head this time.

"Never again, Mum!"

"And we'll never have to get into this again, because this time there's no misunderstanding, is there!?"

"No misunderstanding, Mum!"

After shaking my head for me one last time, she pushed me away more than let me go, returning her eyes and hands to her lap where I hoped they'd stay.

" ... "I understand, you know," she went on with a sharp tone, "how this happened, and I know it's really not your fault, but it's pretty hard for me to not to be mad as hell at you right now! ... I'm just so... disappointed..."

"I-"

"Shut up," she interrupted. I know how you feel, I'm your mother. I know how you feel about me. And now that you've made this promise to me, you can go on from here with no guilt or second thoughts. Your loyalty is now one hundred percent with me, right where it belongs and always did, right where you want it. Don't you?"

"Yes, Mum."

"I knew that, too. We have fun together, you and I. I excite you like no other woman could; the last thing you wanted was to see me go. Yet, you worked so hard preparing to keep that promise anyway, even though you didn't want to. And look what it got you, this... misplaced loyalty to someone who couldn't begin to understand: One innocent, long time victim of Marie, dead. One other innocent, someone who'd befriended you at that, in god only knows what kind of shape and a man shot in the gut, possibly dead for all we know. It's just... I can't even harp on it, it makes me that sick. I won't harp on it because I know you at least have the sense to feel the way you ought to about this, but by god, from now on you're on a very short apron string, mister!"

Mum got up and went to her purse, removing her pint of vodka before returning to the bed. We sat in silence for quite some time, she occasionally taking a drink of the disgusting Russian favourite. I thought of the things she'd said, knowing it was all true, asking myself how I could have let things get so far out of hand for the sake of... what? She sat beside me, staring into her lap, and I could see her processors working, mulling and calculating. Over what, I had no idea, but that would soon change when she finally did break the heavy silence.

"Well... I suppose it's about time we pay the Dark Empress a visit. Hm?"

My eyes grew wide as I looked at her. Was she serious?

"Oh, yes," my mother assured. "You came clean with me because you were desperate for someone to clean up your mess. Well, that's what mothers do, isn't it, Son? But, that doesn't mean you're not going to help. Get yourself cleaned up and ready, you'll tell me all the details I need on the way."

Part 4

Mum's interrogation was pretty intense, her cold, sometimes rapid fire questions demanding answers like the cops never could. I answered them all as quickly and accurately as possible, providing further answers on seemingly off topic subject matter if asked.

Once she was finished, she began asking my personal opinions on certain things such as Marie's level of power and control, her sanity, etcetera. We'd actually been standing in front of Shoreline Residential for almost ten minutes before she ended her investigation with a long, silent look at the front of the building in her flowing, black raincoat, hood up in the drizzle of the dark gray, early evening. At that moment, if anybody looked like a Sith Lord...

"You know, when Sheila was... my Sheila... she was good. Oh yes. Even after she started running around, once she was with me, I mean with me... when she stepped aside to me and my intellect, she was the best. And when it came time to do the risky stuff? I always knew I could turn my back on my big sister, sure she'd be doing just what she was supposed to be doing, when and where I wanted. That's gonna be you from now on, but most especially in here. You do precisely what I tell you without hesitation."

"Yes, Mum."

"You don't look directly at your grandmother's eyes, you keep your eyes on me. You're my safety, not her weapon. You see her put the spell on me, you put a stop to it, you hear? Eyes on me. Always."




My Other Mother Ch. 13



"Eyes always on you, Mum."

"See to it. Let's go."

Maureen answered the door, as I kind of expected. Bleary eyed and stunned, her expression seemed to reach a breaking point when she saw me, but changed to startled awe when she saw Marie's daughter. Before the care worker could say anything, Mum started in a commiserative, reassuring tone.

"I'm sorry, but your name is Maureen, am I correct?"

"Yes," she managed with a nod.

"My name is Kathleen. I'm so sorry to hear about Audrey."

The mention of her deceased coworker's name brought Maureen's eyes to Mum's and that was that, Mum capturing her even before her next blink. Obviously, she'd been practicing.

" ... Maureen, I know what's been happening here, and we both know you do, too. As well as poor Audrey knew. Don't you?"

"Yes, Kathleen," Maureen sniffed.

"I'm going to put a stop to all of it tonight, baby. Okay?"

"(sob) Yeess."

"I'm going to make it all go away. You want that, don't you?"

"Oh, yes, Ka- (sob) --Kathlee-een!"

"You can trust me implicitly, Maureen."

"I- I trust y- you im- (sob!) --plii- Kathlee- (sob!)

"I know, baby, I know. But, now I need you to be a brave woman for just a little longer, alright, Maureen?"

"Ye- yeesss."

"Good girl, shhh- shhh- shhh," she comforted, stroking the side of the woman's tear stained face now. "I know; it's been awful, hasn't it?"

"Ye-aah. (sniff)"

"Maureen, we're going to see Marie. All I want from you for now is to go find any log entries, or any other official documentation that proves Steven was ever here. Then just wait here at the door for us until we come back."

"Yes, K- Kathleen."

Marie's night time caregiver turned, leaving the door open for us, and went inside the kitchen. There were no residents around that I could see and I wondered if they were all in bed as I stepped in behind Mum's entrance, both of us now walking funny thanks to the pain in my ribs.

"Take me to her room," she directed tersely. "You go in first, no eyes on her, I follow. Walk right up to her, within a few feet, and then step aside."

"Yes, Mum," I acknowledged.

I was nervous as hell leading her down the ground floor hall to Marie's room, wondering again why there were no residents about. It was only just after nine and still twilight. Reaching Marie's door, I had a crazy feeling that this was Marie's doing in expectation of my visit and that I should have asked Mum for some of her vodka before we left home.

Turning back to her, she silently encouraged me to proceed, so I grabbed the knob, twisted it and swung the door open for us, briskly leading the way to the old woman's bed where she lay and stopping within a few feet of her.

Her face held a tricky relief at seeing me, but an underlying expression of suspicion over the person hidden behind me turned to surprise, shock and fear when I abruptly stepped aside as directed.

With my eyes on Mum, peripheral covering Marie, I watched the younger blonde's expression turn to one of grinning, dangerous satisfaction as she stepped forward, pulling her hood back from her head.

"Why hello, Mother."

" ... Kathleeeen!"

With her unmistakable vocal recognition, she whipped her crazy eyes to me and accused, "You betrayed me, you little bastard!"

Then she raised her hands to her face, turned away from us and held a very animated, hissing conversation with herself while peeking back a few times to make sure we weren't listening.

"God, how that always gave me the creeps," Mum noted, indirectly watching this with amused disgust. "Now, it seems more pathetic and comical."

Marie chose to ignore those comments if she heard them at all, finishing her whispered conversation and then looking back at Mum with a bright, welcoming smile, saying, "I'm really glad you've come, sweetie pie!"

"Oh, 'sweetie pie', is it?" Mum asked with a raised brow as I watched her eyes moving around Marie's general form. "Back in the old days, it was usually 'whore'. Or, 'little whore'. Then, there was 'tramp', 'slut', 'twat', 'pig', 'prostitute', so on and so forth. I'm sure you remember the good old days, eh Mum?"

"But you know I always loved you like myself," Marie countered sweetly. "And now it's so important that we're together because... We're in danger!" she finished with a fearful whisper.

Mum laughed out loud at this as though it were a good joke.

"No!" Marie urgently, cagily hissed, "Sweetie pie, you don't understand! Somebody's been messing around in our heads and-"

"Yes, it was you," Mum interrupted with a dangerously understated anger now in her tone. "Using my own son to get to me, crawling into my head at night and playing your little games again after all these years. Something else I remember about the good old days, your little games. Hey, Mum, remember 'Monsters in the Basement'? Yeah, that's actually one of my earliest memories. People tend not to forget about stuff like that, no matter how little they were."

"Oh, Kathleen, honey, I was only trying to teach you-"

"How to have fun?" my mother interrupted again. "That's what you told us at the time; when you'd finally let us out. That it was all in good fun. Yeah, you can't imagine the terrifying fun Sheila and I had down there, waiting in the pitch dark for you to call from that lit space under the door at the top of the basement stairs, asking if the monsters had eaten our arms yet."

Mum gestured me to the side of the bed as she moved closer to its head. Marie seemed at a momentary loss, but Mum had more to say anyway.

"Yeah, you and your little games..." Mum reminisced with a hard smile as she gently removed one of the pillows from under her mother's head. "Hey, you remember 'Peekaboo', right? Oh, I can see you do. That was your very favourite game for a little while, wasn't it? Ever since the first night we played it, that Sunday so long ago when Sheila and I were confirmed at church. Dad was so proud of us... he took us all out for ice cream, a special double scoop for me and Sheila. Then you came to visit us that night with your brand new little game. As I recall, it went something like this."

She suddenly covered Marie's ever more fearful face with the pillow, holding it down firmly at the edges. Marie's arms flew up, scrabbling franticly at it, then Mum's hands and forearms while her muted screams filled the fluffy head support.

"Hold her arms," Mum calmly ordered. No bruising."

I did exactly as she told me despite my hammering heart. Keeping my eyes on Mum, I soon felt Marie's struggles begin to weaken and, a moment later, the pillow was removed from her face allowing her to suck wind into her old lungs, her eyes bulging wide.

"Peekaboo!" Mum cheerily sang out.

"I... see y- ... you." Her mother managed.

"You do remember! Oh, Mum, it's just like the good old days again, isn't it?"

Looking up to find my eyes still on her like she'd instructed, Mum filled me in with that smile, explaining, "See, the game was that when the pillow lifted, she'd say, "Peekaboo!" and we'd have to be able to say, 'I see you', on our very first breath. If not? Well..."

To demonstrate, she covered Marie's face with the pillow again. She was clearly enjoying this more than a little.

"Yeap, aaalll kinds of fun back in the good old days!"

Again, Marie's struggles began to slow, somewhat faster this time, before Mum removed the pillow, merrily calling, "Peekaboo, Mum!"

I watched Marie struggle to play her part of the game that she obviously did know so well as my mother's ear lowered to her gasping mouth. Their likeness was astounding, the only real difference was Marie's age, her thinner face and bright blue eyes.

"Ahh... ssiyu..."

"Wow, the crazy old bag's pretty good at this," Mum chuckled, practically in my terrified grandmother's face. "Ohhh, Mum... I've dreamt about this moment, fantasized about it so many times over the years... I always envisioned myself with a paring knife, especially after those horrid dreams, but I must admit... this is way better."

Marie was now trembling violently, managing to croak, "Mau-een!"

"Oooh, I think poor Maureen's had enough of you," The dangerous blonde informed with mock regret. "She hates and fears you almost as much as Sheila and I ever did. Oh yes, I found her to be very fertile ground. You know what I mean. Like the games you've been playing with her? She and Audrey? Yeah, that was quite a stunt with poor Audrey, huh?"

"N- noo-oo!?" the old woman whined pathetically.

"Yup," her daughter irrefutably confirmed. "Just you and me, like that day we were home alone and you pushed me down the back steps. I broke my arm and smashed my face on the sidewalk! I cried and you FUCKIN' LAUGHED!!" Mum roared in sudden fury.

The pillow was again pushed down on Marie's face, Mum sneering hatefully, murderously as she used all her weight, but once again removing it when Marie's struggles had almost ceased. The senior woman was a quaking mess, her fear having overridden any control her parasite may have had on account of her insanity's inability to cope with a very real, very dangerous situation that was completely out of her control. She gulped and grunted last pleas that stopped abruptly when Mum grabbed her chin, fixing the devil's own glare to those wild and crazy blue eyes that were... caught!

"Give it to me," Mum seethed into Marie's eyes, spittle flying past her hateful, twisted lips. "Gimmie everything!"

Marie didn't have much struggle left and I had to remind myself to keep eyes on Mum, not on Marie as the older woman's throat started to keen louder and louder. Mum's slow, yet deliberate hand covered it while she held her great enemy, her lifetime arch nemesis right where she wanted her.

Less than fifteen seconds after her mouth was covered, Marie's muted keening had turned to muffled screams. These soon turned to the kind of sounds people make when they're experiencing the kind of fright they never would have dared imagine. Whatever Mum was doing to her, it was much worse than 'Peekaboo' and probably even worse than 'Monsters in the Basement'. It scared even me just for seeing the old hag go through it.

After approximately five seconds of some unimaginable terror, Marie's body began convulsing. She choked violently, then slowly, lifelessly relaxed in Mum's Jedi stare, dead with that look of frozen horror etched in her features.

Mum slowly removed her hand and straightened up, saying almost softly, "You can let go now, sweetie pie. You did well. ... Come on... we can leave this behind now."

This time she led as I followed, tearing my eyes from Marie only to look back at her a few times until we left the room, headed down the hall towards the back door where Maureen waited. I was in a stupor, realizing I was an accessory to murder and seeing my mother (other or no) in yet another whole different light. She was a lot easier on the head when she was happy enough to act like a slut, that was for sure.

"This is it, Kathleen," a much more 'together' Maureen reported. "Just this logbook. Would you like me to show you the entries?"

"What you've done is already more than enough, baby," Mum answered, picking up Maureen's eyes again while taking the black book from the care worker. "You're sure there's nothing else that documents Steven's visits here in any way?"

"Yes, Kathleen, I'm sure."

"Good. This log book seems to have gone missing, Maureen. You have no clue as to what could've happened to it."

"Oh, god... I've got to find that!" she said anxiously, already believing it.

"Maureen, honey, the main thing for you is to call Mark, Bill and Kevin. Tell them you never want to see them again. You don't want to see them again. You'll carry on with your wonderful husband. None of what happened is your fault and you'll soon get over it and Audrey's death."

"Yes, Kathleen. That's exactly... yes..."

"You're going to be happy."

"I'm going to be happy."

"You'll check on Marie in the morning and find she's passed away overnight."

"Yes, Kathleen," Maureen agreed, a smile reaching the corners of her mouth.

"You will never tell anyone we were here tonight."

"No, never."

"We're leaving now and you'll never see either one of us again. Be well, Maureen."

"I will, I really will," she assured as we were moving out the door, adding, "Thank you so much, Kathleen. I- I'll always love you."

The door closed behind us and Mum stopped, handing me the logbook in the orangey glow of the overhead floodlight before pulling her hood back up. Digging out her cigarettes, I noticed her hands shaking just a little as she lit one and inhaled gratefully, then exhaled with obvious relief.

"God, that was good."

And then she was off, me following like the good son that I was very well motivated to be at that point. Once out at the street, she paused to look back at the front of the building for a moment before turning to me.

"Now... You're going to take me to Pastor Marx's home."

In its own way, this was even scarier than taking her to Shoreline Residential, but I nodded, giving her the proper verbal reply before we started off.

Again, she wanted all the particulars on the way, including whether or not I was attracted to the Pastor. I told her everything, including her transgression in Ontario, and that I thought her to be attractive, although I'd never thought of her in 'that way'.

I stressed a brick out my ass when we entered Marci's building, lumping my oppressive guilt over Audrey in with that which I had for the Pastor, feeling the weight of my responsibility for the disasters I'd created in these good people's lives. How would I ever face up to her, especially after she'd made it so clear about how she felt about me?

It turned out that I needn't have been worried about that because, when I showed Mum Pastor Marx's door, she took a fistful of my shirt just below the collar and gently pushed me up against the wall right beside it.

"You stay quiet and don't move."

I nodded as her knuckles begged entrance. A minute later, the door opened and I heard Marci's heavy, depressed voice.

"May I- Oh, God, no!?" she fearfully moaned, of course seeing Marie's younger face on Mum.

"My name is Kathleen," Mum introduced in her caring, motherly fashion, "and I'm here to help you, Marci."

" ... Oh... Yes. Of course you are."

I watched Mum looking straight ahead as she entered the apartment without invitation, the door shutting quietly behind her.

I was left alone with the logbook in the hallway, relieved not to have had to go in, relieved that Mum was away from me for the time being. It began to sink in, what had just happened, that I really was an accessory to murder, that I'd just helped my mother to kill hers, my own grandmother. Yes, I could see the reasons why it had to be done, why it was in the best interests of everyone who came into contact with the monster, but it was still one hell of a thing.

So was Mum. The speed at which she could catch people, using the charm and charisma she was already so used to effectively wielding over them to ingratiate or impress in just the needed way was incredible. To say nothing of her speed and abilities once she was 'in'. I could use the Jedi stare to question people, even to instruct them, but Mum seemed able to pick information right out of people's heads, not to mention personally destroying, or scaring them literally to death if she chose.

Of course, it was the booze. She'd admitted that the parasite liked the stuff, seemed to absorb and feed on it as Marie absorbed her meds, but it was more than that, too. It was also our experimenting with each other, the first accidental experiment in front of Joe seeming to be the catalyst, a jumpstart of sorts from Mum that set it off in me, allowing me to accidently catch Audrey with it soon after. The effect for Mum was to immediately destroy Joe. Not like she destroyed Marie, though.

I closed my eyes against the image of my grandmother's last expression in life, the death face so horrifyingly like Mums in my memory, sweeping it out of my mind, the imagined picture of Audrey leaping from a bridge taking its place until I could sweep that out, too.

How Mum had prevailed against Marie, despite my assumptions of the old woman's superior strength, was really no mystery, especially to someone like my mother and I. Like the authorities did to us back home, Mum broke Marie down to feeling like a target. She may have been stronger than my mother in regards to her parasite, but Mum held all the other cards and played them well, exploiting her own mother's physical and psychological limitations until there was too much chaos within her adversary to make possible any resistance. I had to admire the dark strategy, the capability to carry out such a thing to such an end while making such efforts to help others. I only wished I'd told her in time so that she could have helped Audrey.

I remembered Mum's last words to Marie, a vicious, uncompromising demand for 'everything'. I'd told her that I was after information, answers that Marie's experience with the parasite, crazy or not, may have had to offer. I found it hard to believe that Mum wouldn't have taken the time she'd had to grill her, torture her for whatever secrets she may have held. The 'reasonable' explanation, if the word even counted for anything at that point, was that she wouldn't have trusted anything that came out of the abusive old fart's mouth. Knowing Mum like I did, and after receiving a more complete education on Marie's idea of child rearing, she would have taken the sure route. Mum had raped her of the information, doing god knows what as she mercilessly tore it from Marie's grasp.

It was pretty clear that I'd have to re-evaluate my mother very soon. As far as my promise went, now I had two opposing ones. In theory, they each cancelled out the other, and this left me the freedom to make a choice. I'd stick to my original promise, now more than ever. Mum and I needed to slow down. I knew that as I waited for her in that hallway. Beyond all her rationalizations, it had to happen before we lost ourselves and now I would take advantage of the open approach.

Because it was true, what she said about who my mother was and the woman I'd made that promise to, true that she was probably more like the woman who'd raised me than the one I'd indebted myself to, but she herself had mentioned balance and that's what I was shooting for. I just had to get her off the booze as soon as possible and allow time to do what I hoped it would. There seemed little else to do as far as saving her (and me) from herself in any case.

Finally, she came back through the door and into the hall, closing it softly behind her. Looking at me a bit strangely, she gestured for me to follow and we quietly left the building. Outside, we walked for a minute in further silence before I hesitantly broke it.

"(ahem) uhh... Is she-"

"Marci will be fine," Mum answered in a cool tone.

Another silence followed her words as we walked a route I began to remember. Sure enough, she turned down the same dark alley and I really wasn't surprised that she'd know about this place.

Leaving me in the middle of the narrow lane, she descended the shallow, concrete staircase and rapped her knuckles on the basement door, totally hidden in shadow by the small, A framed wooden awning above it.

The door opened and Arlene's inquisitive expression mellowed to a daze in less than one second. After some brief, low spoken words from Mum, the dyke nodded and allowed her access, leading the confident blonde inside. The loud music reached the open door and spilled into the darkness around me at a somewhat diminished volume before it went dead in the middle of a song a minute later. There were soon sounds of a scuffle, a shout, then silence. Utter silence.




My Other Mother Ch. 13



Minutes passed like years while I waited and worried myself sick, but she finally stepped outside with a half filled bottle of the place's home brew in one hand, a cigarette in the other. Finishing the bottle, she tossed it into the shadows and spoke a short command.

"Let's go."

Once again, I stumbled along in her wake out on the street lit sidewalks of the bicentennial city, but somehow finding the nerve to ask, "Mum, wh- what happened in there?"

"Never mind."

"But-"

"Never -- mind!"

I didn't bug. In fact, I never ever asked her what went on in that underground club since then. At the time, the uncomfortable chill that ran up my spine insisted that I didn't want to know after all.

We went home after that. She stayed on her feet by the door, not having removed her raincoat as she looked at me after I slumped in my chair. Her earlier attention to my face and body were killing me and all the walking I'd just done didn't help. Still, I deserved that, too. That and so much more that I had no right to complain.

"We only have three more days here at the most," she stated in that neutral, yet cool tone. "You're not going back to work. You're staying right here. Until then, the only place you go without the supervision of myself or Roxy is to the bathroom down the hall and back."

"Yes, Mum," I depressively agreed.

"You're sleeping alone tonight. I want you to think about the outcomes of your actions. I want you to see every wrong step you took, starting with the very first one and why. I want you to learn well from this experience and never, ever repeat mistakes like the ones you've made."

"Yes, Mum."

I felt her stare for a few seconds longer before she turned and opened the door in preparation to leave.

"Mum, I... I'm sorry. I know the mess I made and the cost. I know I endangered you and... disappointed you... and I'm so sorry. I know that can't ever cover it, but it's all I... all I can..."

" ... Marcie doesn't hate you. She doesn't ever want to see or talk to you again, but she understands your fears and... she pities you. ... She pities us both."

I looked up at that, but she was already in the hall, our door quietly closing behind her.

Part 5

Things stiffened up overnight and I woke with a lot of pain the next morning. It was, in fact, the reason I woke up. I couldn't see out of my left eye, my lower lip felt like a salami and, even if I was allowed to go to work, there was no way I was in condition for it with the upper body pain that almost took my breath away when I got carefully out of bed.

Grabbing the sheet, I threw it over my head and wrapped myself in it for a trip to the bathroom with the shower bag, the only visible part of me being my beaten, bruised and sore face which I directed to the floor on the way. With nothing on underneath the sheet, I simply threw it over the hook on the bathroom door, started a hot shower and got in.

Mum and I had murdered a family member. Shit. Audrey was dead. Holy shit.

I felt fractionally better once I got my teeth brushed and, draped in the sheet as I was when I got there, I was about to leave when I caught my face in the mirror. The person who looked back seemed so... unfamiliar. I wiped the steam from the mirror and stared. It wasn't just the black eye, swollen lip and the rest of the bruises, but how that one good eye looked back at me.

"You can't hack this. Can you?"

I waited a few moments, but I didn't answer.

Back at our room, I downed four Tylenol, turned on the television and eased myself onto the mattress, checking on current world and finance news in an effort to get my mind off recent events, but my thoughts soon turned to those things anyway.

Yes, my other mother was right about being more my mother than the person who came across the country with me was and I had to accept that, yet there was no doubt that the intensity level of her passions ran hotter than they did before all our troubles began. I couldn't ever imagine the woman I then knew as my mother killing someone, however, nor could I imagine what kind of personal baggage she'd been carrying around all these years after being terrorized by her mother from early childhood on, hindered by a mind warping parasite at the same time.

It seemed that the parasite lived at a certain ratio of control within its host, taking from that person their abilities and feelings to use as their own to different limitations, depending on age and level of substance abuse. There was no real 'other mother' when it came right down to it, only a different ratio of control than before.

At some point, I dozed off while sitting against the headboard, suddenly coming awake again with a start. It seemed like I'd only closed my eyes for a couple seconds, but I could tell by the angle and quality of the sun's light in the room that a couple hours had passed. The reason I woke with a start was because Mum was standing in the middle of the room staring at me in her red, short sleeved pullover that showed moderate cleavage and a short, black skirt with high heels.

In my sleep, I'd kicked the single sheet down to my knees and, lying naked on my back, Mum was getting a good look at what all she'd been able to accomplish with her fists the night before. I painfully tugged the sheet up to cover myself to my neck, not knowing whether I should say anything and feeling quite awkward under her silent inspection.

Spinning on her heel, she walked out of the room, not having said anything, showing no expression or hint at her feelings. After almost five minutes, I began making my painful way off the mattress again, thinking she wasn't coming back, but as I came to a sitting position on the edge of the bed, she did.

"(ahem) Have you eaten?" she quietly asked without looking at me

"No." I answered in the same tone, just as unwilling to look at her.

"Neither have I. I'll fix us something."

I eased myself into a pair of boxers while she silently prepared two bowls of ravioli from a can, heating one after the other in the microwave oven. I sat across from her at the table and we shared a quiet meal where we both continued to avoid each other's eyes until we were finished. Digging her cigarettes out of her purse, she lit one, exhaling smoke towards the open window before looking at me to speak.

"I, um... I know that you were only trying to look out for me. After speaking to Pastor Marx, I also know that things can't have been easy for you these past few weeks, on top of what we already went through... I should have been taking that more into account. I... kinda lost it last night. You didn't deserve... I'm sorry, honey, I shouldn't have done that to you."

" ... It's okay, Mum. You were just mad and you had every reason to be."

"No, don't make excuses for me and what I did. I look at you and I can barely believe that it was me who... If it was someone else, I'd have killed them and I wouldn't have cared about their reasons for doing that to you. I'm, uhhh... quite upset with myself."

"I deserved it."

"No you didn't. You made some mistakes, but your heart was in the right place. You didn't nudge Audrey off that bridge. You wanted to help her, like you were trying to help me. You just got confused and messed up on protocol."

"Mum... just forget about it. You know I love you and I'm the one I'm mad at, not you."

A slow, sad smile grew on her face and she said, "I love you too, Son. You're a good boy."

"If that's true, I have you to thank for it."

"Oh... sweetie pie," she toned, a tear leaking out of one of her eyes as she got up and came over to my side of the table.

Bending at the waist, she carefully put her arms around me, clasping her hands at the top of my back while we shared tender kisses that wouldn't hurt.

"Um, can we uhh... put this behind us?" she asked with an even lower, personal tone. "I mean, there are some details we'll be discussing regarding this parasite, as you call it, but I'd like to put our mistakes behind us. We've never carried grudges with each other and this would be the worst time to start. Okay?"

"Okay, Mum."

" ... Thanks, honey," she told me with a grateful, but careful smile. "I'm going to the drug store to get some stuff that'll make you feel better, get you healed up quicker."

"Alright."

"I uhh, I told Roxy you got into a bar, got drunk and started a fight because... I don't want her to look at me like..."

"I understand."

"Okay, thanks. ... Well, I should get going."

"Sure."

I looked at the door after she left, processing what had just happened between us and feeling relief that she was capable of regret and forgiveness.

Part 6

After half covering my upper body with Icy Cold patches, a few cuts and scrapes on my face with ointment, she sat back, trying not to have to focus on her work too much as she regarded me with a cigarette.

"Do you remember when she said we were in danger?" Mum asked out of the blue.

" ... Marie? Yes. She said somebody's been messing around with our heads."

"In our heads," she corrected. "I didn't think anything of it at the time because she was always such a liar and I had my own plans of getting what she knew anyway, but she wasn't lying. Somebody had... touched her mind. Like we can do."  

I blinked back at her, wondering how she could be sure of this. She went on to answer that.

"Okay, you remember that time I thought I smelled something strange that day you got home from work?"

"Yes, it was her. Like she could smell me and tell I'm your son."

"Exactly. I knew as soon as I walked into her room what that smell on you was that day, who it was. Like that smell, I... It's hard to explain, but I could tell somebody'd been there in her head. Like walking into an empty room that somebody was just smoking a cigarette in. You know?"

" ... I think so."

"I'm assuming that wasn't you in your grandmother's head?"

"No. She's the one who had me."

"You've told me about everyone you've met, right? Everybody who seemed of any note, or interest at all?"

"Yes, Mum."

"Hmm..." she toned thoughtfully, pursing her lips and looking at the floor for a moment. "See, the thing is that Marie didn't send you that dream you told me about, the one where Pastor Marx told you to check along the shoreline. Trust me, I'd know if she did, like I know she sent you the one about her with the paring knives and the ones I'd been having. Those were her, but not that first one you had. Also, that little moment that you experienced when that dream clicked, when you were out walking around and you saw the painting?"

"Yes."

"That sounds an awful lot like a nudge to me, yet if it was, I'd... Well, when we looked into each other's eyes and shared one another that night, I'd have known it then if somebody'd been at you. Like I knew someone was in her head. But then, I didn't see that she'd been in yours... Maybe she wasn't deep enough... or she could remove any trace of her being there..."

We both beheld one another now in thought, our eyes meeting and bringing us closer to a sort of warmth that's not physical and never could be.

" ... Sheila?" I quietly threw out. "She was there two years ago. She'd have had opportunity."

"True, but... Well, Mum thought of Sheila too, but she wasn't anywhere near convinced. She suspected me, but she was leaning more towards the devil being responsible."

"That's comforting."

"She was crazy. So, you're sure you've never been approached by anyone who...?"

"Not that I remember, no."

" ... Interesting," she commented.

Still having that light eye contact, I easily interpreted, "You don't like this."

"No. I don't. There's so much we don't know and I don't like feeling disadvantaged in the face of a possible adversary who's on our level."

"Neither do I. But, if I was nudged, how was it done? We have to be sharing direct eye contact to do that, but I was just walking along by myself."

"I know... Well, she didn't have to be looking at either of us to send those dreams, did she? She used you very effectively as a stepping stone to get close to me from Shoreline. Maybe..."

"Um, did you learn much from her?"

She nodded, replying, "Yes I did, but much of what she knew was beyond me, at least right now. Her ability to get into our dreams, for example. I know in an instinctive sense how she did it, but without the developed ability, I can't... even describe it. I only partially understand it."

"What about the parasite itself?"

"It's definitely foreign. It's not something that's... It's from without and the word 'parasite' does indeed describe it well from what Mum came to know about it. She didn't have much more of an idea of what it actually is, or where it came from than I do, but her opinion was that... it brings insanity with it. She remembered her mother as addled, her grandmother as... Well, never mind that.

After a mutually thoughtful and dark pause, I offered, "Know what else I don't like?"

"What?"

"Being here. In this city. I suddenly can't wait until we leave here, especially now that there's someone out there that we don't know about."

"I feel the same way. ... Still, don't worry. Just think about it and try to remember somebody you may have forgotten, a strange thing about some seeming nobody that you may have dismissed. Anything."

"I will. Mum... I don't know exactly what you're doing out there when you say you're working, but please be careful, alright? Cause that stuff worries me a lot."

"Son, my line of work requires knowledge, a lot of patience, observation, careful setup and the ability to recognize little opportunities here and there. Comparatively, the risky stuff is very short lived and... almost accidental in nature. What happened at Shoreline was different. That was personal, not business, and I want to assure you that I'm much less visible, less real, when it's business."

" ... A stalker," I likened.

"Hmmm... A stalker plus. Have you ever seen big cats hunting on TV?"

"Yes."

"Well, think of me as a black panther in the jungle at night. I note my prey and its movements, how it's situated itself, how it will be situated while I set the stage and situate myself accordingly. Nobody sees me, nobody is aware of my movements or intentions, not even when the prey does something that would be completely fine on any other given night, except... That night, I was there and even my prey's sudden awareness doesn't last long. The tracks I leave behind are tragic circumstance and coincidence. Sweetie pie, I'm never really in any danger. I'm the danger."

I didn't quite know what to say after hearing her put it to me like that, after remembering her comments on how her work would change due to the evolution of her parasite.

"So, there's no need to worry about Mummy, only about doing what she says, right?"

"Right."

"You seem a bit shocked."

"Well, I... It's just the, uh... implications of what you said..."

"It's not exactly like you think. It's more like karma. What goes around comes around and sometimes I come around."

"But you're subject to karma, too."

"I don't necessarily believe in karma, I just used that as an example. Anyway, if karma does exist, it seems to work like this: Bad things happen to good people while good things happen to bad people. The presumption that it works the other way around exists because even false positives make people feel better and, because of that, the illusion is more popular."

"So, do good things or bad things happen to you?" I asked.

She suddenly showed me a tricky smile and asked, "You're asking if I'm good or bad. I don't know. I'm just that black panther in the night with a cub at home. I take what comes my way and I deal."

I nodded, taking this into thought as she got up, flicked her cigarette butt out the window and paced to the table. Mostly, I was wondering how much of this viewpoint of hers existed when I was growing up.

"I know how that sounds, you know," she informed while fishing around in her purse, "but in our so-called civilized society, we all exist that way, if only to a lesser extent. For example, the office politics your father dealt with before I steered him to a small partnership was unreal."

She turned with an open pint bottle of whiskey, took a drink and made a small face before approaching with it, explaining, "Were it not for me, he'd never have survived it. Like I say, he may have been excellent with numbers, but his social awareness was as short as his loyalty."

Sitting on the bed again, she passed me the bottle and went on while I took a sip and listened.

"My point is that everybody plays the game of life by their own rules and for the same fabulous prize of further ensured survival, often at the expense of others while easily justifying themselves in whatever ways it takes. When it comes down to it, maybe none of us are better than the other and there's no such thing as right and wrong except for a set of popular concepts that are just that and no more. Maybe it's all about your next meal and the people who help you get it. And if some piece of trash provides it according to my own ideas of right and wrong, which from my point of view are every bit as valid as anybody else's regardless of how many others say they agree, well so what?"

"You're an anarchist."

"In a sense, sure, but we all are. People say they believe in the law, yet when somebody gets caught for some heinous crime, everybody wants to hang him whether they have capital punishment or not, and most often before the trial. We speed like we own the roads, yet insult others who whip by us carelessly. The list goes on and on, but it should suffice to say that most people are hypocritical anarchists in that way. Like anyone else, I have my own opinions and I'll even voice them at times but, unlike most people, I really believe in them and I'm not ashamed of anything I've ever done by them."

"I take it you don't believe in God?" I assumed.

"Sure I do. If I ever run into him, I'll buy him a drink and ask for a job, but until then all I can do is wing it like everyone else. Look, this is pretty heavy, can we please change the subject?" she laughed.

"Yeah," I grinned, "but I thought it was interesting."

"As long as you don't think I'm... whatever. I usually don't talk to you about these things because I've never been sure you'd understand how I see life and my place in it. I was able to raise you differently than I was and... Well, it's all about perspective."

"I see you as my mother. You've never done anything but help me and I know that anyone who knows you, like Roxy, would only have really good things to say about you. That's always been more than good enough for me and it still is."

"Oh, sweetie pie... Thanks, I love you too. Um, we're really okay again, huh?"

"Yes."

"Good. And I don't want you to worry about that other matter of whoever it was traipsing through Marie's head. Think about it, but don't worry, we'll figure it out."

"Okay, Mum."

"And you're still grounded," she reminded with a smile.

"I know."

"Are you comfortable? Would you like anything?"

"Well... there is one thing."

"Name it."

Taking the bottom of her pullover in my fingers, I lifted it until it stretched over and above one of her lace cupped, large breasts. A sexy pushup bra, gray with light blue edging and only thinly padded held my eyes.

"Oh," she said, watching me palm and knead her breast.

"Yeah," I grinned. "Just sit there a minute and let me play with your tits."

"Oh, honey..."

"I love your lingerie, you know," I told her as I uncovered her other breast. "You always present so good, always smell so nice."

"And you're always so complimentive."




My Other Mother Ch. 14



Part 1

"Well, what do you think?" Mum asked as she looked at the washed out gray, eighty-five Chevrolet Caprice parked at the curb in front of our building with satisfaction.

It didn't look like much, however I noted that it sat well and level on an old set of black truck rims with wider than expected tires mounted to them. The antique sedan had minimal trim and seemed like a fleet, or base model.

"It's kinda cool in a... shine runner way. How much was it?"

"Twenty-five hundred. The guy I bought it from told me it's an old RCMP interceptor. This is registered in Roxy's name, by the way, same as the insurance."

"So, it's all legal?"

"Oh, yes. So, what do you think?"

"Not very pretty, but it looks... robust. The more I look the more I like... She has her own charm, that's for sure."

"I know, I kinda like it. He also said it's tough, reliable and that it'll go like a scared rabbit on rails. He modified it and was going to get it painted to use as his family car, but he got caught dealing weed recently and he has to sell some stuff off to pay for a lawyer, so I got it cheap for what he has into it."

"I like it better already. Can we go for a spin?"

"Most certainly, Sweetie Pie, in fact I have another little surprise for later, but I want to wait until Roxy gets home so we can take her too."

I leaned against the passenger door, looked at her thoughtfully and asked, "What are we doing where she's concerned?"

Mum exhaled a cloud of cigarette smoke as her brow slightly furrowed, looking at the sidewalk before replying.

"I'm going to encourage her to go her own way. I'll make sure she's good with it as far as finances and everything goes, but if she wants to stay... I'd have a hard time refusing her."

"Yeah, I don't blame you. What about her husband?"

"I've checked up a little over the phone and it appears he's just going on with his life, but who can ever be certain? Tomorrow morning I could buy her an airline ticket and give her enough money to get well and far away from here and to a place where she can easily start over again. If he or some private investigator comes looking, they'll probably end up following the paper trail of this car. Having it in her name is the perfect decoy for both her and us, the thing is that it won't work for her if she comes with us. Then it'll only be a lure that'll lead her husband or some investigator he could hire straight to her."

"And us."

She nodded, elaborating, "Trouble we don't need if we can avoid it. ... Hon, we'll be finished here by tomorrow morning and in a different province by tomorrow night. I'm going to speak to her before then... Speaking of that, we're going to have a busy evening. Jamie will be coming for his TV and game console later tonight and we have to return the microwave oven, but we have to pack as well. Also, I want to get rid of anything we're not bringing with us because I don't like the thought of leaving anything of us in that room, and that goes for Roxy and her room, too."

"Okay. ... Seems like we've been here a lot longer than we have," I noted while looking up the street at the old buildings lining its sidewalks, the few pedestrians on their way to wherever. "As much as I want to leave, I do love it here and I'll always remember this place."

"I know, it does seem like we've been here longer and I do like it here, just... not right now."

"Yeah, exactly. But somehow, I get the feeling..."

"What?" she asked.

"Well, we've been saying that we're going to come back to the Maritimes and get back on the grid once the country forgot about us."

"Yes. We'll find a nice place once everything's settled and just be."

"But... see, I have a funny feeling it won't be that simple. I have a hunch we'll never be 'settled'."

"How so?"

" ... We have a lot to sort out even without financial worries."

"I'm not denying that we have some things to sort out, but I think you're being a little pessimistic," she offered with a wise grin and a raised brow.

"Maybe."

"Definitely. Don't worry, hon, Mummy will take care."

This was what I was afraid of.

 

Part 2

As run down as the Caprice appeared, I found the seller's claims about its performance were genuine. It started quickly with a healthy grumble that made it sound more like a truck than Wilfe's one ton Ford and, once in gear, the engine idled the car away from the curb as if I'd had my foot on the throttle. On the road, it was solid and sure on its tires with plenty of power and handling, effectively a high speed tank with the agility of a good road car. This, in addition to the quick healing efforts of my face and body, had me in a pretty good mood.

"Geez, Mum, this is nice."

"I can tell you like it by that smile. A lot better than Jamie's van, huh?"

"Absolutely. It's better than the Hummer."

"God, how I hated that stupid thing. The car's yours, hon. Belated birthday gift."

I grinned happily at her, no words necessary between the two of us to convey my gratitude and love.

"Where'd you get it?" Roxanne asked from the backseat.

"Some guy on the East side," Mum answered, turning in her seat to smile back at her. "You should have seen his wife."

"Why?" Roxanne asked.

Funny little French thing. Always chattering away in this really thick accent and you're never quite sure about what. When you do understand what she's saying, you sometimes think, "Huh!?""

"Yeah, the French are kinda like that," Roxy agreed with a laugh. "They'll come out with things that make you wonder if they're in touch with reality."

"Like Jean Chretien."

"Exactly. Oh my god, I loved hearing him debate and stuff."

"I know, me too," Mum laughed. "I wonder if we come off the same way to the French at times?"

"I wonder where we're going," I put in.

"Oh, sorry hon. Just keep going straight and turn right at the next intersection."

There was a bit of a cramp in my gut as I drove, taking her instructions and listening to their conversation. It was made up of half apprehension and half anxiety over Mum's surprise. It could have been anything. Anything at all.

Our first stop was a drug store where two quite attractive women waited outside. Mum had me pull up to the curb and she beckoned them over. They both wore the same clothes, well fitting dark blue slacks with matching, unbuttoned sweaters that covered white blouses with pink pinstripes. Their blouses were buttoned right up and complimented by a fancy red, hanging bowtie The embroidered logo on their sweaters matched the name of the drug store they waited in front of, the nametags opposite presenting them as 'Vivian' and 'Taylor'.

Of course, these were the two uppity makeup counter attendants Mum had told me about. Vivian looked to be in her late thirties, her body slim, somewhat tall, yet her slacks showed off some hip. Straight black hair stopped just below her shoulders, framing her face with its dark complexion and brown eyes. Taylor, the younger woman of the two, looked to be in her late twenties with fair skin, medium blonde hair and dark green eyes. She was only a little shorter than her comrade, but with slightly better curves. Both of them obviously thought themselves way too good to approach my car, or to even be there waiting outside like somebody without a ride.

"Open the door and let them in, Roxy," Mum instructed with a self satisfied grin.

A minute later, we were on our way again, our two new passengers aboard and looking at Roxy sitting beside them with disdain in my rearview mirror. After giving me directions, Mum sat sideways to speak to them.

"Hello, Ladies. Have you remembered what you were supposed to?"

They looked at one another in confusion for a second before Vivian answered, "The customer is always right," as though she resented being tested on this.

"The customer is always right," Taylor repeated as if Mum should know that.

"And who am I?" Mum asked.

"You're the customer," they both replied, more or less in harmonious conceit.

"And, as the customer, I want you two to just go with the flow for the next few hours or so."

"Go with the flow?" Taylor asked, the very idea of this was wrong and beneath her.

"Yes, go with the flow," Mum repeated. "Just let whatever happens happen, no matter how you feel about it."

Taylor, who must have been caught up by Mum's eyes judging by her sudden, empty expression and Mum's focus at the time, replied, "Go with the flow."

"That's right. Vivian, look at me."

A second later, in the rearview, Vivian's expression became blank like Taylor's had been.

You're going to go with the flow for the next little while."

"I'm going to go with the flow for the next little while," Vivian agreed.

I couldn't believe this. Even more so because she nudged them right in front of Roxy, like she did Joe. In the rearview, our adopted deer was looking on very interestedly.

"Take a left up here, hon. Ladies, we're going to a party. I'm sure you'll appreciate the people, they're all very friendly."

"I'll be the judge of that," Vivian haughtily proclaimed.

We ended up at a somewhat secluded house on the outskirts of town. I navigated the car from the chip seal road surface, over the culvert and into the spacious driveway that already held six or seven cars and trucks. The well maintained two storey house looked about eighty or a hundred years old with a manicured lawn and large lot, making the place look almost like a large cottage. Outside the car, country music could be heard from around back and I looked at Mum, wondering about this.

She didn't notice my concern, was instead watching the two drug store employees who were looking about themselves with some confusion. She made her way to the trunk to retrieve a huge bottle of whiskey before instructing them to follow her, Roxanne and I following behind them. Roxy looked at me with a puzzled expression, but said nothing as we walked around to the back of the house.

"Holy fuck... Women!" somebody hooted.

About ten or twelve guys, all of them sitting on a very large rear deck with beer and cigarettes stared at the four women as we came around the corner before laughing at the excited notation of their peer, one of them calling out to Mum afterward.

"Kathleen, you made it!"

The one who hailed, a big guy with black hair and beard, wearing jeans and a plaid shirt, came to the short set of stairs with a spatula from the barbecuer he'd been attending.

Mum was wearing a short, tight, rust coloured skirt with a deep paisley, short sleeved pullover that sucked in under her breasts and was just long enough to reach the top of her skirt. The top featured laces in front of her impressive cleavage, pulling it snug and allowing a view between her breasts at the black lace center gusset of her bra. This was what the spatula bearing man and, undoubtedly, most the rest of them were looking at just then.

"Wouldn't miss it," Mum replied, moving to the foot of the steps and hefting the bottle with her warm and friendly smile. "Besides, we're leaving town tomorrow as well, so I thought we'd all have a nice little wrap up party together."

The guys all thought this was a great idea and, after Mum introduced Roxy in her black Capris, black tank top and short blue, faded jean jacket buttoned at the waist, she introduced me.

"These two ladies are Vivian and Taylor," Mum went on after Roxy and I called our uncertain replies to the group's boisterous greetings, meant more for Roxy. "They just got off work and they're looking to have a really great time."

Vivian and Taylor looked at each other with uncertainty, then to Mum, then to the guys on the deck without returning their energetic greeting. Despite this, we were all invited up and given beer.

They were actually a pretty good bunch of guys, if a bit rough. They ranged from their late twenties to their late forties, all of them in good shape because, as it turned out, they were all out of town tradesmen. These were carpenters, welders, electricians, pipe fitters, machinists, etcetera and the contract they'd had with a local natural gas project had expired, all of them going home, or to a different job in some other part of the country the next day. A few of them asked me what the other guy looked like when they saw my face, but they were joking, not really expecting an answer and usually went on to tell a fight story of their own.

"Take a burger, kid."

It was the guy who greeted Mum with a plate of fresh hot ones. Who was I to refuse?

"Thanks," I said, spotting Mum's profile in the group as she spoke to one of the men with an animated smile. "Really nice place you got."

"Yeah, but expensive. They fuckin' gouge us bad on the rent because they know we gotta have accommodation and we can afford it. Ya know?"

"Yeah, that's pretty shitty."

"Name's Frank, by the way."

"Frank, this burger is excellent."

"Thanks. I marinated that pork all day."

"Really?"

"Fuck, yeah. Come on over and check out the veggies, kid."

During idle conversation and very good eats, I learned how Frank had met Mum. Apparently, he was being put out of a bar in a very rough manner one night the weekend before. He was toasted and about to get his head kicked in by two bouncers when Mum came along, seeing this and jumping in as his wife, grabbing him and yelling in his face, then the bouncers faces before quickly hauling him off in the midst of their sudden confusion.

"At first, I didn't know what was goin' on. There I am, drunk as fuck, about to get my face beaten in and the next thing ya know I have a wife who's screaming in my face..." he trailed off laughing, a bit drunk like the rest of them. "Then she let me go after we walked away a bit and started laughing at me and I saw what she did."

"Holy geez," I chuckled. "But that sounds like her, alright. I'm surprised she didn't slap the shit out of the bouncers anyway, just to make it look good."

He thought this was hilarious.

After our host turned and began discussing new weld inspection policy with one of his friends, I looked around, feeling pretty good on the beer they'd been giving me. Roxanne was laughing at something a wiry guy in his mid forties with a weathered face was saying. She followed along as he animated with his hands, making a 'T' form with them. I glanced to Mum, still talking but now with two guys, her breasts standing right out in that pullover and pushup bra.

Vivian and Taylor were another matter. They were very much out of their element and quite uncomfortable, sitting with each other in a double wide lawn chair, trying to figure out the four buzzed tradesmen who were talking to them. They were trying to go with the flow.

A short while later, the dancing started. Mum danced with Frank, Roxanne with the weathered guy to a country tune about honky tonk heroes. Vivian and Taylor refused as they refused the beer and food offered them.

"You two come on!" Mum happily ordered, but ordered nonetheless.

The men agreed with her and two of them dragged the reluctant health and beauty professionals to the clearing. They danced stiffly with their beer sodden partners and the looks on their faces were priceless.

"Oh, look," Mum frowned after the song ended. "They've brought their jobs with them. Vivian, Taylor, you two dance with each other for now."

While their partners had no problems with this, the two women were understandably surprised and hesitant. However, after some initial confusion as to who would lead, they began moving slowly with one another, holding themselves apart and glancing with embarrassment at everyone watching this.

"Get closer, it's a ballad," Mum cheerfully advised. "Closer... Yeah, right up against each other... Yeah... Now, kiss."

At this point, the collective attention of the deck was on the two co-workers, waiting to see more and they all smiled, myself included at this suggestion. For their part, Vivian and Taylor seemed stunned, but ultimately compliant. They began kissing with their eyes open, quickly brushing their unwilling lips, tits pressed together as their faces flushed.

"Let's see some tongue, ladies," Mum suggested as the men whistled and vocally encouraged things now.

Roxanne looked on with surprise, humour and continued interest, her dancing partner's hands low on her hips as he watched with a horny grin. Frank's hand was resting at the very top of Mum's ass, looking on disbelievingly, but excitedly as Vivian and Taylor heated things up between them. Every dick in attendance was soon hard, including mine, as we watched them lick each other's tongues and lips. By the time the song was over and they were french kissing, the small crowd was pretty revved up. As they were breaking up, Mum issued one last advisory.

"Vivian and Taylor are a little stressed right now because, as you can see, it's been a while since they've been with a man, but I assure you that once they loosen up a little, they go with the flow. Am I right, Ladies?" Mum asked, their eyes on hers while she returned a brilliant smile.

"We go with the flow," Vivian admitted with a little attitude.

"Yeah, we'll go with the flow," Taylor confirmed.

The two seemed confused and irritated when several men cheered and escorted them to a swinging patio couch with a sunshade overhead. I wondered how long it had been since any of these guys had had sex as four of them piled on, gently but firmly pulling the reluctant Vivian and Taylor down to sit in their laps. Their alarmed expressions were of disdain and the kind of fear that spoke more of being seen that way with those people than how they were squirming helplessly on hard cocks against their ultimate will. They glanced at each other, gasping in affront and disbelief as they were situated and held around their middle by drunken hands and good humour.

"She pointed out the stretch marks on my tits," Mum said, suddenly beside me. Pulling her shirt down a little to accentuate her statement by showing me, she explained, "Vivian, I mean. She was making fun in a so-called professional manner, thinking I was too stupid to understand that. Next thing I know, she's calling Taylor over for her 'opinion'. Rotten little bitches. I nudged them right then and there and it lasted a week."

"I've been wondering about that," I admitted, asking in a lowered voice, "How long does it last?"

"As far as Mum knew, a month at most, as long as their door is left open."

"Door?"

"Yes, it was her personal term. It's like... Well, I'll try to explain it another time, but notice how I only told them to go with the flow no matter how they felt about it? That way they're a bit uncomfortable with it. Heh."

"Yeah, that's... a nice touch," I toned with a laugh. "All I know is that your tits are perfect. Way better than theirs, stretch marks or no. Besides, there's something about them I like. They make you... all woman."

In response, Mum smiled and gave me a brief hug while I noticed Frank looking on with a grin.

"Let's have a good time, okay?" she happily suggested.

"I already am. Thanks, Mum."

"No prob. Hey, let's dance."

We had to keep it proper while we moved to a modernized version of Caught in a Trap by Dwight Yoakam, me trying not to watch her body too closely in front of everyone, but it was fun. And that's the thing about my other mother. She was always alright to spend time with back home while watching movies and stuff, but now she was absolutely great to party with, especially when I could forget about certain little mental images such as Marie's death mask.

Roxy was up dancing again, still with the weathered guy, but now also with a taller, huskier guy in his mid thirties, both of them drunk and grinning at her body as she bopped around in front of them with a carefree smile.




My Other Mother Ch. 14



Vivian and Taylor were powerless to stop the ever escalating predicament they'd found themselves in while going with the flow. Vivian was forcibly straddling a man's thigh while he rubbed her tummy through her blouse. She shrank away with an expression of irritated disgust as another touched her long black hair. Taylor was being held in much the same manner, except she was slouched down further in her host's lap, her head held back, hands playfully arrested while a big guy kissed her mouth from behind the swing.

The song was over and another slow one started. Mum and I looked at each other a bit uncertainly, not knowing if we should get as close as the song suggested in such mixed company.

In passing, Frank jokingly noted, "It's just a dance, you two, chill out."

We looked at each other and laughed a bit as we came together and began dancing slowly.

"Roxy's having a good time," Mum noted.

Our sexy little friend had an arm around each of her dance partner's shoulders, pressed close while they rubbed her back. She was necking with the weathered guy, then stopped to begin with the other.

"Taylor and Vivian aren't," I laughed.

Vivian was being shifted around by the man who was holding her while she looked at Taylor with some surprise as the big guy frenched her. Her expression suggested Taylor should be ashamed.

A bigger surprise came at the sight of a long, hard, thick penis suddenly jutting from beneath and between her legs. The men laughed as she tried to squirm away, cheering her on as she only slid into it, driving it against her crotch as she tried to keep her thighs together. Without thinking, she grabbed it, trying to hold it away from herself, but the crowd seemed to like that and she quickly understood why. Hastily letting go, she chose to press her splay fingered hand against the stiff phallus that ground against her crotch so nobody could see as her legs helplessly came open further.

My hardon was pressed against Mum's abdomen and she subtly ground into me as we danced, watching the spectacle she'd provided. I was incredibly horny, loving the feel of her tits against my chest and getting drunker by the mouthful, now wondering when her other son would make his appearance without any concern over it.

"I think Frank likes you." I told her.

"Frank's nice. Good man. He should settle and get married, though. He needs a good woman to calm him down a little; he's not a kid anymore."

The song ended and we made our way to the barbecuer where, beside the grill, a tall thin guy who was earlier introduced as 'Gunner' was busily filling shot glasses from the giant bottle Mum brought and handing them out. Beside him, Frank grinned as he watched the big guy switch to Vivian, kissing her in a sloppy, open mouthed fashion from behind while the man beneath humped her hand.

Beside her, Taylor watched her blouse being opened up. They succeeded in exposing her shiny foil, jade green bra with the black lace edging, hands reaching into her open blouse to sample her respectable goods. As her brunette friend gasped at a second hard cock that was rubbing the side of her face, Taylor gently bucked despite herself to the sudden hand down the front of her slacks. I couldn't hear, but her mouth was open as she watched this, appearing to gasp softly over and over while her sweater and blouse were being removed. Her nice round tits were soon out of their bra, erected nipples jiggling with them as she watched what was happening in her slacks and the hungry lips that fastened to her nipples with an awed expression.

Turning his grin on Mum, Frank blurted, "Wow, am I ever glad you showed up!" laughing afterward.

Mum took a bow with an appreciative smile to Frank's laughter as he and everyone else tried to see down her pullover, those behind up her short skirt. We were each presented with a full shot glass by Gunner and, after a toast to the Carpenters Union, down the hatch mine went. Mum told him that her son needed another, and that was seen to right then and there, she also receiving a second and drinking accordingly with me.

While lowering my shot glass, I noticed Roxy with her two new friends. She'd removed her jean jacket while dancing in the early evening, August heat and was sitting between them on the deck's outer railing bench and helping the weathered guy remove his shirt, the other already bare chested.

He wasn't the only one. The men around Vivian and Taylor were now in varied states of undress, the big guy feeding his large, fully erect member to Vivian's aghast mouth from over her shoulder, patiently shoving it in as far as he could. Having forgotten all about the cock pressed between her legs in the face of this new and graceless event, she wailed around him, waving her hands in a panicked gesture of refusal as somebody grabbed her crotch.

Taylor's sweater, shirt and bra were now on the deck in front of the swing. This left her upper body clothed only with the smart little tie at her neck as she started slumping more towards her friend. Each of her full, inviting breasts were being handled by the guys under her, another taking his turn with his hand down the bulging front of her well fit slacks as she haltingly moaned.

I was seen without a beer and another was thrust in my hand while one of Mum's rested lightly on my forearm. She was watching the action with Vivian and Taylor, softly and slowly grinding her thighs together as she stood there.

Frank and a few other guys were alternating their attention from the two drug store employees to Mum, still clothed in that tight, short skirt. This turned me on all the more, the psychological kind of turn-on that Mum would sometimes speak of, and that's when the booze that was hitting me so hard and fast stepped aside, allowing me to... become.

"Hey..." I toned in her ear as she watched Taylor losing her slacks, "You should lick Vivian's pussy."

She turned around and looked at me, speechless but with humoured surprise as her expression asked where in hell that idea came from.

"Go on, Mum, I dare ya," I said, trying not to laugh as Frank observed without hearing.

"You'd get off on seeing everyone watch me do that, wouldn't you?" she laughed.

"Well... yeah."

Suddenly looking closer and, I presume recognizing her other son, she said, "You are a pervert," yet turned to nervously walk to the swing, the back of which was by then reclined to a make a swinging bed.

"What's happening with you guys?" Roxy asked, suddenly beside me while Mum, a bit embarrassed, leaned over Vivian to say something to the guy beneath her.

Roxanne was standing with her friends. The weathered guy had a pretty respectable, wiry tough body for his age, the other somewhat more filled out with larger, more powerful arms and chest.

"Just watch," I replied, gesturing to Mum.

As a cock was being pushed into Taylor's half compliant mouth, the blonde's expression suggesting she had no idea why it should be there, Mum set one knee on the swinging bed, unsteadily holding her other foot on the deck under the random movements of the swing. Bracing with one hand between two bare thighs, she laughed as she unbuttoned Vivian's slacks and pulled the zipper, her fingers caressing down the length of the hardened pole that was still humping the health and beauty expert through her clothes. I could tell she was yet a little embarrassed, but clearly enjoying this.

"Oh my god, you're kidding!" Roxy quietly exclaimed.

While Vivian's chest was being freely groped by anybody who cared to cop a feel, Mum closed her legs enough to work her slacks down her hips to reveal a rather sexy pair of peach coloured panties, the darker area of her bush only just discernable underneath and close to the waistband of the flimsy garment. The guy underneath lifted the brunette so Mum could pull the slacks past his member and down her thighs, from where two grinning volunteers finished the job for her.

Laughing again, I think at her own nerve, she groped the other woman, her hand again incidentally contacting the nearby cock. Finally, she grabbed it, moving it out of the way as she lowered her face between Vivian's legs, opened her mouth and began sucking the pussy before her through the peach material. The small crowd watching loved this, encouraging her on and whistling as she tried not to laugh, letting the hard prick in her hand slip through her fingers to rest against the side of her face with a light slap. This did make her giggle, but she sucked voraciously on as Vivian's pelvis jittered to her muffled groans.

I glanced to my side with a smile for Roxy who, as it turned out, was enjoying a rather thorough, firm tushie rub from one of her companions with a fun loving smile. The other was kissing the back of her neck as the three of them watched what was happening on the swing.

"Oh my god," she repeated, "I never would've guessed..."

"I dared her to lick Vivian's pussy," I explained with a grin.

She laughed, but now with mild surprise for me in her expression. After a sip from her drink, she said to her friends, "Mmm. This feels really... nice. Guys, should I take my top off?"

"Of course you should take it off," the wiry guy encouraged with a smile.

"I'll take it off for you," the other threw in with a laugh.

They both went ahead and did this, leaving Roxy in a silver, micro bikini top that she looked spectacular in as she beamed up at me. The other two were a lot happier and hornier now, their rushing hands and lips proving it.

Mum was just then peeling Vivian's panties down with what looked like precum on her cheek. She raised her legs and, with the help of the same volunteers, quickly rid her victim of her peach undergarment, almost losing balance a moment later and toppling to the bed with the others.

"Oh my fuck, look at how hard you are..." Roxanne breathed.

Her legs were spread a little, back arched while her friends intensified their attention. A hand grabbed one of her boobs as the end of a forefinger, along with its neighboring middle finger, appeared from between her legs.

"Ohhh... Steven, you should take your pa- pants off.

The prospect was somewhat of a dare but, despite my discomfort, the pervert that I am liked the idea. And since most of the guys there were half naked and pretty well all of them stroking themselves while they watched anyway, I figured, why not? Roxy helped me off with them, then my boxers, giving me a brief kiss with her tongue in my mouth while she stroked my member. I noticed Frank watching again and, catching my eye, he laughed, holding up his thumb in an 'okay' gesture before turning his attention to the action on the swing.

Mum had repositioned herself to a half sitting, half leaning posture from beside Vivian. Leaning over and forward, she only had to lift her ass off the upholstered swing a little to go down the brunette's abdomen and to her clitoris. With her calves dangling, she leaned even farther forward, deployed her tongue and began taking small samples of the wet pussy before her. Her volunteers held the violated woman's legs spread as the tongue at her crotch became less flicking, less darting and more aggressive. A minute later, Vivian was getting the royal treatment of Mum's sucking and licking, even holding her open to push her tongue as far up the woman's opening as possible. The crowd definitely loved this as much as that big hard cock that was again resting on her face, again humping as she brought her fingers into play.

Taylor's scant, green foil panties with their black lace edges were the only thing she was wearing now because they weren't enough of an impediment to remove. Due to the hands that so boldly invaded them, the small triangle had been pulled to the side, allowing her snatch to be viewed by all as she was turned over on her front and fed a fresh piece of meat. Her knees were spread around the thighs of the man under her and for the first time she was able to see his face as his thick tool breached her pussy lips.

Vivian took in Taylor's predicament as she did the man who'd begun licking her co-worker's flower, but she had her own dirty issues to deal with as she erotically squirmed to them. The special customer between her legs licked her closer and closer to orgasm as the man underneath her only now pulled her blouse open, showcasing her medium sized tits in their semi-supportive peach bra. The points of her erect nipples were easily discernable but, like her pubic bush, it was only just possible to make out her dark areolas as her tits shifted about in the cups.

She seemed to have adjusted to the cock in her mouth a little, but not enough to disregard what happened when the man who owned it suddenly shuddered and came with a short, strangled yell. Her eyes darted around as if searching for someone who could tell her what to do with cum that rapidly filled whatever space was left in her mouth. Fingering her deep, Mum sucked straight at her clitoris, making her choke while the cock in her mouth was pulled out. Able to raise her head a little, she coughed most of the cum and saliva out of her mouth and down her chin and upper chest, unavoidably swallowing the rest. She looked pretty overcome as she watched the senior blonde at work, eyes wide, mouth open and groaning.

"Ooo-hh! Ohhh, my pussy! Uhhh-mmmmp? Mmmmmm!"

As another erect penis was fitted to Vivian's mouth, Taylor was also having her face nicely fucked. She hummed and groaned her objections and cries of pleasure as the man who'd penetrated her did slow figure eights. The attractive younger blonde's ass, meanwhile, hopped to the wet tongue that was obviously really doing something for her.

After some brief fondling, Vivian's boobs were pulled free from her bra and left to hang over the easily defeated cups, allowing her bare breasts to be freely handled.

"Ohh... uhh-h! Mmmmm, he-heee!?"

It was Roxy from beside me. I looked, surprised to find I'd been softly, slowly stroking myself while I watched the swing, but also seeing that Roxy's new entourage was slowly peeling her leggings down her hips. One of her boobs had come free and she played with her nipple as we both watched her silver micro thong come into my appreciative view. There was only enough of a scrap to cover her lips, not even enough to hide her black bush as she bounced proudly on the balls of her feet, causing her other breast to fall out.

"Oops- Uhh-h!" she said with a dirty smile as they were both grabbed up while big, strong fingers began playing in her pubic hair and between her cheeks.

Back on the swing, Taylor was having an orgasm whether she liked it or not. She howled regretfully over and over around the pumping cock in her mouth as she bounced helplessly up and down, an insistent finger held just inside her sphincter. We cheered this as the guy beneath kept bouncing her, the man in her mouth forcing her to deepthroat him as that finger plunged just a little deeper.

Meanwhile, Vivian was getting close to her own orgasm, choking on the hardened member that was pushed as far down her throat as its owner could possibly get it. Her lips stretched wide, her lipstick and professional experience with the product were put to the test as her eyes rolled and she began grunting and choking while her body convulsed in climax. Mum kept licking her fully erected nub throughout, only stopping when Vivian was over her notable experience.

The owner of the great cock from beneath reached over Vivian's thighs and, grabbing it up, made an attempt for her opening. He almost slipped in, but slid up to the clit Mum was licking, her tongue dancing over the head momentarily before it retreated, leaving only clitoris again. He made another careful attempt and, with the sudden help of Mum's hand, gained entry, slowly filling Vivian while her muffled shrieks tickled the cock still fucking her mouth.

Mum had gone back to Vivian's clitoris, sucking and licking sloppily, leaning further ahead with her toes brushing the floor, her tongue indirectly caressing the shaft that had begun fucking the wet opening she'd feasted on. She licked as far as she could to her inner thighs, sucking the lips that were spread around the hard pole. On one pass, the wet member slipped free of its temporary home and again visited Mum's ambitions at Vivian's hood. She blinked at it, but hastily whipped the head clean of Vivian's juices with her tongue as the glistening organ writhed in her face.

Shoving him back inside, she went back to what was left for her mouth to experience, never stopping her efforts on the now frenetic Vivian, not even a few minutes later when the cock again slipped free and drove up to visit Mum's open, licking mouth. Again, her tongue began bathing his head of Vivian's essence and he suddenly ejaculated into Mum's dedicated mouth. He then blasted her between her eyes, grinding himself against Vivian's twat as he gushed over it and Mum's face, but she never stopped licking and sucking.

We all cheered wildly at this, Roxy wailing her appreciation as she was moved to a nearby lounger that, I presumed, would allow for the three of them to get much more personable now that the show was over.

By the time I looked back, still slowly stroking myself, Mum was heading back towards me, actually staggering a little and laughing in embarrassment while tugging her skirt down.

"Oh my god, I got some in my mouth!" she declared.

Jism trickled down her face and chin amidst the group's cheers as she noticed I was half naked with my hard cock in hand. She stared at it as she approached and smiled at me when she looked up from it.

"Nice to see you enjoyed that," she half seriously admonished, glancing down at my exposed penis again.

"You liked it," I teased, to which she replied with a guilty smile as Frank joined us.

"Holy shit, Kathleen, right on!"

Her response was delayed by the huge bulge in the front of his pants but, with a giddy laugh, she managed, "Um, do you have a facecloth I could use?"

"You look great the way you are, baby," he assured with a big smile, glancing at me while I slowly pumped myself, looking at the mess on my mother's face.

"Yeah, it looks good on you," I teased.

"You shush!" she laughed, looking back at the front of Frank's pants and licking her lips as a clot of cum made its slow way down the side of her nose.

"Wanna see it, Kathleen?" he offered.

"She definitely wants to see it," I answered for her.

"Steven..." she vaguely complained while watching Frank unhitch his pants.

It was notably bigger and thicker than mine and when its full, curved hardness came into view, Mum let out a high pitched giggle.

"Like that, Kathleen?"

"Oh, Frank... That's... very nice and... big..."

The clot of cum had stopped on her upper lip after leaking around the outer curve of her nostril and I couldn't believe this was happening. She looked so sexy like that and I could tell she was as excited as I was. Without warning, I reached over and casually pulled the front of her miniskirt up, showing the vocally appreciative onlookers her low cut, black panties made of half lace and half see through mesh with a little red bowtie at the waistband.

"Oh, Steven-!" she started, touching my forearm and pushing down a bit. "What are you doing?"

Ignoring her and the small amount of strength she used to resist me, I pulled it a bit higher to make sure everyone could see her erect clitoris against the mesh, diagonally cut above the lace that hid the rest of her sex.

"Good god, Kathleen, that's fuckin' beautiful," Gunner informed her as he practically drooled.

"Stephen!" she half laughed, half scolded, while her face flushed to a healthy pink.

Frank just stared with a grin, his member getting even larger while a few other guys came closer. Once everyone had gotten a good look, she backed away with a grin, pulling her skirt down.




My Other Mother Ch. 14



"There, are you happy now?" she demanded of me.

"Yeah," I grinned. "I guess."

"You guess?"

Another round of shots came by, the matter forgotten about as we both downed them and then chased with our beer. The guys were still staring at her and she was loving it.

"Steve," Frank said, "Let's see some more of your mother, eh?"

She rolled her eyes with a knowing smile at this while I laughed, Gunner adding, "Yeah, let's see her ass."

"Hey, I'm still waiting for something to wipe this cum off my- oop!"

I'd reached around and boosted the back of her skirt to the top of her ass, showing the guys behind her perfectly round, black mesh covered cheeks. They whistled and even groaned while mum tried not to laugh. She failed, laughing with me and making no attempt to cover herself back there as I turned her around by the shoulders for Frank and Gunner's viewing pleasure.

"You look fuckin' good, Mum."

She loved this, as her expression clearly conveyed, hardened nipples aggressively assaulting her top through her bra. Just then, a man stepped forward from behind her, naked below the waist like I was and groaned, jerking himself off. His cum leapt from his cock and laced her ass cheeks over and over as she flinched, looking back to see.

"Oh.. Ohhh..." she commented as the guy was cheered. "Oh my god," she giggled.

Vivian's alarmed cries from the swing distracted her and I watched her turn and observe the drugstore brunette bouncing in someone's lap.

"Oh, look... she's gonna cum." She predicted.

Frank responded by stepping forward and placing his big hand over the transparent backs of her panties, rubbing to the very bottom of her ass to begin kneading gently.

"Mmmm..."

"Look at those fuckin' nipples," someone commented.

"Take her panties off," someone else suggested.

"Oh boy," she said with a grin, looking around her as Frank slowly pulled the back of her panties down. "Ooooh, s- sweetie pie, Mum's panties..."

They fell to her feet and she looked at them there, tugging down on the front of her skirt as Frank's erection rubbed against her bare ass. Her feet were nudged further apart and the onlookers whistled softly at the pussy and ass now completely exposed as she was bent slightly forward.

"You don't mind us playing around a bit with your mother, do you?" Frank asked me with his trademark chuckle.

"No, I don't care. You guys do whatever you want with her."

"Ohh, Steven!" Mum lightly complained.

"Wanna see her gettin' fucked?" he asked.

"Yeah, totally."

"Oh you're kidding! Ste- oh! Uh... ooooh." she husked as the forbidding head of Frank's huge cock probed between the cheeks of her ass.

"Get down and look," he encouraged.

Coming around and crouching beside him as he grabbed Mum by the hips, I was just in time to see him getting aligned and pushing for entry. Her lips were swollen, spread and soaked as she looked down over her shoulder at me watching Frank's big, strong shaft moving further between them.

"Ohh! Uhhhhh!?" she cried as her lips were forced further apart to allow for Frank's cockhead.

He fucked her like that for a few seconds, Mum's open mouth emitting short, high sounds that went deeper with Frank's pole when he started pushing further. It was such a turn-on to see it slowly fill her while she groaned with pain and pleasure. I had to ease up on myself again as he began slowly fucking her from behind.

"Uhhh!? Ohh-hhhh, goddd!! Ohhhhhhh!"

I stood and moved around to the front of her again, jacking her skirt up and watching Frank's impressive manhood slip in and out of her wet opening, her clitoris erect for all to see. Looking up, I found her looking at me, still groaning and with a desperate look in her features. Neither one of us said anything as we looked at each other because nothing needed to be said. I was simply her son enjoying the sight of his mother getting fucked right beside him in at a social gathering.

Her hands were behind her on Frank's naked hips, at first put there to offer natural resistance but now only to hold on to as he slowly worked his way up to a nice rhythm to the encouragement of the crowd. Her tits started bouncing despite her bra, swinging away from her chest at each thrust and coming back every time he drew out to thrust at her again. The guys in the crowd just watched this, getting off on the look of it as much as I was, jerking themselves as they began pressing closer.

"Uh-h! Uh! Oh! Ohh! Ohh-h! Ooooh!?"

In order to complete the picture, I pulled her shirt up to her neck, showcasing the spectacular tits that now openly bounced in their black lace and mesh bra. A guy stepped forward and, like before, he jerked his load on her, though this time up her belly, his loaded shots almost reaching her bra as she watched, groaning. Someone else knelt between us and in front of her, spreading her thighs further and burrowing his mouth between her legs to lick at her clitoris. As I politely moved back to give the man room, a hand grabbed and fondled one of her large breasts while someone else grabbed the other. There was more cheering as Mum became nothing more than a sexual party favour and, as Frank began fucking harder, her eyes rolling to her broken wails, her tits were freed and both nipples were covered by eager, sucking mouths.

What Mum was going to do with the six guys that were on her, I had no idea, but before long I couldn't see her through their surrounding bodies and I had to have an orgasm after seeing all that. So I left her to her own devices, walking over to the swing to find Taylor on her hands and knees, licking up a load of cum that someone had left on Vivian's pussy as the senior lady sat with her legs spread, sucking a cock with her eyes closed and one hand on its owner's thigh. Taylor was being rammed soundly from behind, her squawking vocals to each solid pound advertising how much she liked it as effectively as how she kept rhythm with him.

The man in Vivian's mouth groaned and withdrew, shooting several blasts of runny jism to her already cum splashed mouth. She smiled as he did this, three thick, white streams in her long, silky black hair standing out in erotic contrast as she looked at me, then down at my cock. She smiled wider and rotated her pelvis up for me in invitation, her sex freshly cleaned by Taylor who was still licking and squawking.

"Can I help you, sir?" the brunette asked.

"I think I'll just help myself, thanks," I replied with a hungry grin as I got on the swinging bed.

"That's why we're here," she announced with a warm, professional demeanor.

My cock slipped easily inside her wet, waiting embrace as she turned her face to gratefully accept another with her mouth. Another presented itself at the other side of her face and she stopped sucking to sample it, taking turns between them. After a minute or two of this, one of them came, jerking his load with a heavy groan all over the side of her face and beautiful hair as she sucked the other one.

I was getting close myself and seeing this rushed me closer. Turning to see how Mum was doing, I spotted her in a position that nobody at her PTA meetings could have ever imagined her in. Gunner was sitting on the bench that surrounded the deck, leaning against the railing with Mum in his lap, her back to him. It looked like she was getting it up the ass while another screwed her pussy from between her spread thighs. It seemed her movements were no longer of her decision as she jerked and hopped to the whims of her partners bodies, a mouthful of cum leaking from her lips as they hugged Frank's large member. She was now completely unclothed and I watched the slick stuff running down her chest and between the tits that Gunner manhandled from behind her. Another walked up and ejaculated all over her forehead.

It was more the expression of complete abandon on her face than how she looked at that moment that made me cum. Pulling out of Vivian's pussy and shoving myself into Taylor's nearby mouth, my abnormal quantity sprayed over Vivian's belly and her friend's face before I could get it in to watch her gamely try to swallow the rest. Still hard afterward, I turned Vivian's hips and held one of her legs high in the air, exposing her anus for my invasive cock.

Somebody passed me another shot, the amount of liquor I'd drunk overwhelming even my parasite, and I, like Vivian and Taylor, gave myself over entirely to the orgy Mum had created.

At one point, while Vivian tirelessly sucked on my ever hard cock, I was quite surprised to find that the pussy I was eating belonged to my own mother. I hadn't even noticed her move to the swing to become part of the mass of writhing, sweat and cum covered bodies that existed there in pure sexual bliss, but there she was, legs spread for me and on her back while again devouring Frank's huge meat. I wasn't sure if she even realized it was me who was sucking at her pussy, but both Gunner and frank were looking at me with grins.

"Surprise!" Frank exclaimed as he pulled out of Mum's mouth so she could see who'd been licking between her legs.

He and Gunner laughed at her expression of surprise and humour that I'm sure was the same as mine, both of us realizing we were doing very incestuous things in front of a bunch of people. The fact they were getting off on it, had probably even orchestrated it, freeing us to do what we would have done anyway, but enjoying the excitement of the situation as if it were the first time.

"Co- come here, sweetie pie..." she husked, slightly out of breath while Frank's cock hung over her face.

I repositioned myself overtop of her and felt a hand on my manhood aligning it to her opening, my hips being firmly pushed into her crotch. Looking behind me, I saw that it was Vivian and some anonymous naked man who were arranging this with filthy grins on their faces. Everybody loved watching me be compliantly forced all the way inside my mother as we grinned playfully at each other, her twitching and enjoying every second of my passage.

"Oh-h, honey, fuuuck!"

"Ohhh, Mum... I'm right up inside-"

"Fuck me, sweetie pie!"

People sent up a low cheer at this, their response becoming more tangible as I began to pump her. Enjoying the attention, she sluttily began matching my rhythm as someone shot a load across her breasts. Reaching up to place her hand at the back of my head, she pulled my face down so we could kiss deeply, passionately sharing tongues while I fucked her.

"Mmm... Ohh-h, sweet- Ohh, ye- Ohh!."  she groaned when our mouths separated.

As I watched, she began licking Frank's swollen member, taking it in her ringed fingers and stroking, licking his balls seductively as she stared at me while I pumped her.

"Ooooh! Oh, honey, watch mummy with this nice big cock."

She went back to her licking, finally taking it into her mouth and allowing Frank to fill her face with it before slowly pumping in and out, Mum's lips spread obscenely around his girth. He came like that, the volume she couldn't swallow escaping her lips in small geysers. Mum came right there as I watched, bucking and howling around her mouthful beneath me in violent orgasm while someone jerked off in her face and hair. She didn't hesitate to take the next cock offered as I continued to fuck her. I watched her trying to gather her wits after what looked like one of the best orgasms of her life while she took the hardened phallus that oozed its way down her throat, the sight of this making me cum as violently as she did.

 

Part 3

"C'mon, sweetie pie, time to leave."

I jerked awake from some dream I couldn't remember, but somehow knew I didn't want to. We were completely naked on Frank's couch, Mum there in my arms where she was when we'd fallen asleep after sharing Frank's shower, and it took me a moment to realize where I was.

"Oh..." I sleepily acknowledged.

"I love you."

I was sober in the sense that my parasite had gotten ahead of all the booze I'd consumed, but I still felt it all, harnessed for the purposes of my mother's other son. Looking into her eyes, I could tell she was in the same condition as my short term recall came flooding back.

"Oh my god. Mum..."

"Not the reaction I was hoping for. But the one I expected."

"Mum, it's not funny... Oh my god!"

"Sweetie pie, it's alright."

"Mum! We did it in front of everyone!"

"So?"

" ... But... I turned you into a..."

"You made your mummy very, very happy. You can't imagine and, once you get past the traditional concept of sex that society's burnt into your mind, you'll have to admit that you are too."

I had nothing to say to that because, as usual, she was right in her own totally fucked up way of the moment.

"C'mon, hon, let's get up and find Roxy and our clothes. We've got things to do tonight and it's already dark."

Vivian and Taylor were also showered and wearing their dark blue work sweaters with their nametags, left unbuttoned with not a stitch else on their bodies besides their ties and stockings as they happily manned the barbecuer and ran drinks for those who hadn't passed out. They looked good enough to produce another hardon from me as I helped Mum look for her bra and panties, Roxanne drunkenly laughing and blathering non-sensibly as she tried to pull her capris back on. After Mum thanked Gunner, Frank being passed out in his bedroom, we left, never having found Mum's bra or Roxanne's tank top.

"So... didya like em katleen? (hic!)" Roxanne asked from the backseat as we drove.

"George and Phil? Yeah, they seemed pretty nice," Mum answered as I marveled at my control over the car despite the booze in my system, using this impressive aspect to my parasite to keep my mind off certain things I'd done during Mum's orgy party.

"Umm, they offered ta take me with 'em to- (hic!) –tomorrow. They're going to Manitoba for their ne- (ix!) next job and they want me to come keep house an stuff. They said that... they'd pay my way an' stuff. Y'think I- (hic!) think I should, Katleen?"

Mum looked over at me thoughtfully from the passenger seat for a bit less than five seconds. She was probably, I figured, not liking the idea of sending her off with two virtual strangers any more than I did, but she twisted around to reply with, "Roxy, I think that's an excellent idea for you."

"I'll stay with you, y'know. I (hic!) love you."

"I know you do and we love you too, but we've spoken about this and we've both decided that what's best for you won't be found in a long term relationship with Steven and I. You need to get a new life started for yourself and going with George and Phil is a good way to make sure your husband never catches up to bring your old one back to haunt you. Even if he does, they'll be there. You don't mind the two of them?"

"No. I like sucking c- (hock!) –cock while I'm getting fucked. They said they'd pay my way and that they'd ra- (hith!) rather me at home than having t- (hic!) –y'know. "

"That's what I figured. So, they have a vehicle?"

"A truck, (hic!)"

"You want to go, don't you?"

"I th- think it'd be fun, yeah. Better'n g- (ook!) goin off on my own..."

"Yes, it is. When are they leaving?"

"'Leven a'cock t'morrow... mornin'.

"Baby, you're pretty drunk, why don't you just lie down back there and pass out for the trip home. We'll get you in your bed and sobered up so you can make a decision in the morning. If you still really want to do it, which I think you should, I'll take care of you. We'll talk more then, Okay?"

"Kay, Katleen."

"Go to sleep now."

"Kay, Ka- (hick!) Katleen..."

Less than five minutes later, Roxanne lying on her back across the rear seat completely passed out, Mum informed with her business tone, "You'll be busy tonight. I must admit, I should have curbed her drinking so she'd be useful, but I wanted her to have a good time."

"I'll get it done." I woodenly replied.

I asked myself if it was like Roxy to fuck two guys she'd just met to begin with. She may have been horny, but she had nothing on Mum and I. Finally, I tried putting it all out of my mind while I drove, staring at the taillights of the car ahead as we wound through the tree lined rural route back to the small city.

"I suggest some more hard stuff. I have some in my purse."

"I was going to ask."

It was odd, the cold, emotionless interaction between us. Any other time, the tone I used would have been taken as disrespect and met with swift and memorable punishment, but it was the same chilled tone her parasite sometimes used and knew. Behind mine was a growing sense of anger and self recrimination for the things I'd done that late afternoon, the way I'd encouraged my Mum to be used like that by all those men. It was an emotion that would see no release with her present and had to be quelled somehow to flourish over time. To put it simply, both me and my parasite were quite unhappy and neither of us knew who all deserved how much blame.

"Did you notice how she only fucked George and Phil, and they only her? Good bet sending her off with them, but I'll talk to her in the morning and make sure she's... you know. Aware that her future isn't with these two, that they're just serving a short term purpose."

"What about Vivian and Taylor?"

"What about them? Stop at one of those gas stations across from the airport, I need cigarettes."

 

Part 4

She'd hurriedly laid out the clothes she wanted packed (for both of us) on the bed along with some other 'essentials' which included an Apple PDA. Roxanne was already tucked nicely into bed after I carried her sleeping body into the building and to her room, and Mum was preparing to go down to get her organized when she hesitated at the door, turning back to me as I began carefully packing her clothes into a large, black athletics bag with a shoulder strap.

"Don't be all messed up over what happened. The only person's viewpoint of you that you need worry about is mine and... Well, Mummy says it's okay. And when Mummy says it's okay..."

I stared at the winter coat I was about to arrange in Mum's bag like I was trying to remember what I was supposed to do with it, the taste of the rum she'd given me when we first returned to our modest home still in the back of my throat.

"When mummy says it's okay..." she repeated with expectation in her tone.

"It's okay," I mechanically replied.

" ... Easy to get carried away, huh?"

"Yes."

"I'm glad you did. Much more fun than role play, don't you think?"

"We made whores out of ourselves."

"Uh, excuse me? 'We'?"

" ... It's good that Roxy's leaving us."

" ... I agree. Now we can concentrate on what's good for us. If we ever have another third party with us, that person will be much more carefully chosen, perhaps a fourth as well."

"Very firmly under our control, no doubt. Probably two people who've made some mistake in your eyes and are deserving of our perversion being forced on them. And the cleaner, the more sexually innocent the better, huh?"

"How we do think alike. You know, I rather enjoyed watching you suck all that cum out of my pussy. I enjoyed watching you do it without even realizing and I now have to ask myself why I don't... Well, as much fun as I have with you in control, I now see that I could have a lot of fun with you in the same manner. I think we should party like that again, because I liked it. A lot."

I laid the coat back down on the bed, letting my shoulders droop. I listened to her go on, hearing all the things that I was so afraid to hear and never could have imagined when we'd first moved to that rotten little city on the bay.

"Sorry," she casually offered, "but you know what we are and... you know you enjoyed it."




My Other Mother Ch. 15



Part 1

Roxanne still slumbered cozy and snuggly in her bed, the only thing of hers left in the room save for the large athletics bag underneath it by the time I'd completed my last trip to the dumpster and back. My mother's insistent desire to leave nothing of ourselves or Roxy behind smacked a little of paranoia to me, yet part of me agreed with her feelings on the matter, the same way I took seriously her feeling of being watched and perhaps for the same instinctual reason.

I watched Roxy sleeping, envying her that on account of my own weariness and the peace sleep offered, but couldn't guarantee. Too much had happened, things that could and did follow me to sleep.

Quietly locking and closing the door behind me, I made my way through the near darkness of the outer hall to the main staircase and began the morose climb to our floor when something stopped me.

The building was quiet but for the low sound of sobbing despair, the kind of crying that spoke of having nothing left and nothing to ever hope for. It was a man. I couldn't tell from where the sound was coming, but I knew the empty, mournful echoes originated from somewhere inside the building as surely as I also knew it was Joe.

I stood listening to him, wallowing vicariously to the abject misery that Mum had planted in the soil of his spirit, eyes closed while I willingly underwent this dark, punishing experience. I stayed still for a short time after he finally petered off, only digging the curved, plastic pint bottle out of my back pocket for a swig, closing my eyes and grimacing at the taste of both the liquor and my current feelings as I screwed the cap back on.

I didn't feel much better after another long, hot shower as I stood alone in our empty room, looking at our two black athletics bags in the corner. A small, sad smile crossed my lips when I pictured the bed against the wall, remembering our first few nights there. Even the cardboard I'd adhered to the gaping hole in the plaster in order to keep Mum's 'slithering monster creatures' at bay had been taken down and removed.

With a sigh, I put my blue plaid work shirt back on over my gray T without bothering to button it up, instead walking to the wall switch, cutting power to the overhead light, then moving to the large black bags to rearrange them slightly. A moment later I was sitting on them, my back against the wall, head resting beside the open window.

This was her final instruction, to wait there for her, and that's all there was left to do besides imagine what horrible, underhanded things she may be up to at that very second to ensure our future. This proved pointless and too obvious a distraction from my own feelings of guilt and self disgust to work. At this point, I was actually afraid to sober up and the irony that I'd probably be leaning on my own parasite from then on didn't escape me.

"She'll probably win."

"No, she won't."

"In the end..."

"No. She won't. It can't be allowed."

"She'll get to you easier than she got to me. She already has. You're too much like her to resist and you fuckin' well know it."

"In that case, we need to be big enough to find that balance she talks about. We have to find it within and between us. You can't ignore me anymore, you know, and we have to stop thinking of us as he, or me. You know you need my strength like I need your caution. We need us. She needs us."

" ... I'm scared."

"I know. ... So am I."

 

Part 2

I was awake while the doorknob was still turning, completely and with all senses fully functional. This, I knew, was due to the parasite, the persona I'd spoken briefly with last night and for half my life.

It was daylight again and even the weight of the day before couldn't keep my apprehension at bay when the door opened and my mother entered. She carried a laptop bag and was dressed in a smart gray suit with a skirt that almost reached her knees. Her blonde hair was up as a professional would wear it and the dark streaks through it brought out the black satin blouse she wore, tastefully buttoned to the collar under the sharp jacket.

While her eyes retained a neutral expression, she glanced around the room, regarding me with careful satisfaction afterward and saying, "Nice. Just like Roxy's room. She's waiting down in the car, by the way. She's decided to go with George and Phil."

"Okay."

"How are you feeling?"

The question was a bit unexpected, but welcome. I smiled fractionally as I looked at the rough hardwood floor and replied, "I'm getting by. How are you?"

" ... Well... I take it you got my note?"

"Yes."

"Okay. You know, now is probably not the best time, hon. Let's just get her back out to George and Phil so we can..."

"Sure," I agreed, adopting the same neutral expression.

"Would you mind lugging the bags? I have a rather important one of my own and appearances are appearances."

"I understand," I said, turning and grabbing them up, throwing each over a shoulder.

"I'll be down in a few minutes."

It was a quiet ride out past the airport, one that I didn't enjoy and that soon overshadowed the small bit of positivity that Mum and I had created between us before we left our home for the last time. Surprisingly, she was in back while Roxanne rode beside me in the front passenger seat, looking forward through the windshield with uncertainty. I remembered how I thought it vaguely odd the evening before, how quickly she leapt to this option of leaving town with two strange men. Did she get a little 'go with the flow' yesterday evening along with Vivian and Taylor? I remembered how I'd hoped to depend on her to help me with Mum if need be. I was an idiot.

Getting out of the car in the yard to remove her bag from the trunk was quite uncomfortable. I kept thinking that the guys were looking out the window and pointing to the kid who'd been lapping their cum straight from his mother's pussy the day before and too drunk to realize it, but I got over it enough to give her a nice hug that she returned as sincerely as I'd given mine.

"Kathleen gave me an email address, so I'll be able to keep in touch," she promised with a tear at the corner of one eye.

"It'd be great to hear from you. We'll both miss you a lot. You were our best friend here."

"Same here. Were it not for you and Kathleen... Well, I hope everything works out for you two."

"It will. I wish you all the best, Roxy baby."

We kissed for long moments, then hugged again before we let go. She turned to Mum and I knew instinctively that it was time for me to wait in the car and, considering where I was, that was a welcome mercy. Through the open driver's side window, I could just make out their sniffling, thick voices at the rear of the car.

"Now, that money I gave you is for you, baby, not them. (sniff) You don't even let them know you have it, alright?"

"I won't."

"They pay your way and if they hit hard times, that's their problem. You take your money, pack a bag and you bail."

"(sniff) Y-yes."

"And if you find a place you like, (sniff) a life you want to live, a man who'll treat you good, grab it. It's all about you, Roxy."

"Okay, Kathleen. (sniff) Thank you for everything. I love you."

"I love you too, baby."

After some more hugging and no small amount of kissing, they parted. Roxanne watched with her bag on the ground beside her as Mum got into the front seat of the car, as we left the driveway and headed down the road and away. Despite how I was feeling about the place we'd just left, I reached out and put my arm around Mum's shoulders as she cried softly, easily sympathizing and gently pulling her closer until she laid her head on my shoulder for a while as we drove. Roxy really was cool and I knew we'd miss her, knew she'd probably never send that email.

By the time we got back to town our moods had lifted somewhat, even though that careful neutrality that existed between us at our room continued, neither of us speaking. She'd turned the radio on, tuned to the city's home of rock and roll, and I found my spirits lifted a bit further, the music making me look forward to the highway all the more. It was shaping up to be a very nice day and I could imagine tearing down the highway with the windows down, our troubles becoming smaller and less important with each mile between us and Saint John.

Of course, I knew this to be no more than hopeful delusion, especially when the news came on at the top of the hour as Mum directed me away from the highway.

"-will be facing charges and sentencing this Friday. A Saint John man was found dead this morning at his Duke St. residence by neighbors. Apparently, Merle Cunningham fell to his death from a poorly lit, third floor, rear landing after a railing broke free. Police have questioned the building's owner, but are not investigating. Strong words in City Council yesterday over the proposed-"

"Isn't it something?" Mum asked in a low, almost disinterested tone as though she only meant to make small talk during our silence, subconsciously feeling in front of her seat for the laptop bag. "I mean, the guy probably dumped his weight against that railing every time he used his back door late at night after a big drug deal while he fished for his keys. Just one of those funny things that people repeatedly do so casually, one of those subtle habits that people have without ever thinking about it. ... I guess that railing held up for as long as it could and no longer... Take a right up here, please."

I nodded, the only response I could give while being as silent as the chill that ran up my spine.

 

Part 3

She directed me to a funeral home on the North end and, while I had to admit to myself that I was surprised, it somehow seemed I shouldn't have been, at least not lately. In fact, I had to stifle a dark, humourless grin as I exited the car, my gut cramping.

"I wish you'd dressed a bit nicer," she informed as she took my arm on our way across the parking lot, laptop bag safely in hand and in her sight. "In fact, I notice you don't wear the nice clothes you used to prefer very often anymore."

"Not the same life."

"I suppose not. Anyway, it's not that important. It's only your grandmother."

She found the correct parlour quickly by asking a short, suited man in his sixties. He seemed surprised, probably by the likeness between Mum and the corpse the place temporarily harboured, but showed us the way, urging us to sign the guestbook.

Inside the parlour, his words were largely ignored as we looked around at the crowd of people that wasn't there. There was nobody there at all other than the presumed contents of the closed casket at the head of the room.

"Ha!" Mum commented before looking the suddenly staring man directly in the eye to add with a genuine smile, "See to it that we're not disturbed."

" ... Yes, Ma'am. I'll post myself outside the door. Should you need anything, I'll send for it immediately."

"Thank you, Sir, that's most kind. You're excused."

He nodded respectfully, backing out of the room and softly closing the tall, double wooden doors as I watched.

"Not exactly Miss Popularity, was she? Haaaaaaa!"

Her mood had changed in the rapid way it sometimes did and at the expense of her crazy, dead mother. I watched without comment or expression as she walked idly around with a grin, looking at the rich surroundings as though it were a mansion she'd just inherited. I removed the pint from my back pocket as she went on.

"I used to daydream about what this would be like when I was young. Of course, Sheila and Dad were there in those dreams, but I'd imagine how good it would feel to know I could live free of her and be happy with the people I cared about... I had to come here today."

I took a sip and put the cap back on, securing the pint in my back pocket under the untucked tail of my shirt as I replied, "Not exactly like you pictured it, though."

"No," she admitted, her smile faltering a little. "But this... It's just as good in its own way."

"Justice?"

"Maybe, yeah. Plus..." she trailed off, only now turning to eye the shiny, black casket, "I just wanted to make sure."

"You didn't leave much doubt the other night."

Pursing her lips in a wicked smile as she sashayed up to the side of the casket, she looked it up and down before replying, "The way I felt about her went beyond hatred and fear. It's that thing that you learn to feel for people like this that's comprised of both those emotions. Fostered and nurtured over time... You know, she was nudging us when we were kids. I just didn't realize it then, but now I remember certain... aspects of her control. She'd make us take turns crossing the street with our eyes closed, ten times in a row each while she watched through her bedroom window. It wasn't a busy street, we lived in a subdivision, but it was the point she was making with us. I don't know if you can understand..."

I declined answer as she felt along the edge of the lid with her nails, finding purchase before using both arms to raise the lid.

"Come look."

My gut cramped worse as I obliged, looking inside at the pale, concrete face of my late grandmother, whose face actually retained some of the fear Mum had left it with the last time we saw her.

"I had the chance once. I was fifteen and she was standing with her back to me in front of the basement stairs. The door was open and she was just... staring down there. I don't know what at, it was dark down there, but I thought, "Just bolt up out of your chair and charge her. Knock her down the stairs and then run down and make sure she's done for." But there was just this odd something about the situation. It was so creepy and I got scared. I often wonder, you know, because Sheila was still there and Dad was still alive. I could've had this moment the way I'd always dreamt if... Well... I always wondered about that and it particularly comes to mind now. Naturally, I guess."

"I'm, uhh... sorry I compared you to her."

She allowed moments of silence to pass before closing the lid, staring at its polished surface before quietly replying.

"Thank you."

"And I'm sorry about the other thing I said, too."

"That... really disturbed me."

"I'll never do that, Mum. I'm going to take care of you. I'm going to save you from yourself."

Now she looked up at me, her body slowly turning afterward as her expression reacted to the tone of my voice.

"She wanted away from us," I said.

"Roxy," she assumed I meant.

"You were playing it pretty fast and loose in front of her, maybe with her. Weren't you?"

"What do you mean?" she asked, turning suspicious and a little defensive.

"You nudged Vivian and Taylor right in front of her like you did Joe. I was watching in the rearview and I saw her reaction. I saw the look on her face when we got to Frank's place too, but I misread it at the time."

"Roxy loves us," Mum protested.

"Roxy is also afraid of us, or at least you."

"That's malarkey," she responded in a level tone.

"Afraid enough to go traipsing off across the country with two strange men she'd only just met and screwed. She was pretty nervous about it too, but apparently she was a lot more nervous about staying with us. And you let her go, encouraged her even because you knew as well as she did that it was best for her. I have to wonder what else she's seen."

"You have to wonder?"

"Wouldn't you?" I asked, my neutral demeanor straying dangerously close to flippant. Mum always hated flippant.

" ... I don't care for your tone. And I certainly don't care for being questioned like this, or your implications that I was playing with Roxy. But if you must know, she was of use to us. She saw what she had to and no more. Don't insinuate that I don't know what I'm doing, or would use someone I cared about, please."

"Oh, you know exactly what you're doing. I doubt there was ever a time when you didn't. It's your changing morals that I'm forced to doubt."

That angered her, but she fought to keep it in check, possibly knowing I had good reason for my doubts.

"This is about yesterday, isn't it?" she barely seethed. "Just you remember whose morals started that. And while you're at it, keep in mind that you're the only one who now has a problem with it."

"Uh huh. See, the problem is that my morals have been influenced by yours. Now we're both just as bad."

" ... Do you have some point?"

"Yes, I do. We have problems, you and I, and we both know it. Two people came to know about us and our long term family guest: One pities us, but never wants to see us again; the other loves us, but couldn't wait to get away from us. They see how it's warping our lives better than we do and they don't want any part of us, meanwhile, you run around nudging people when you're not busy killing them like the world's your playground, making up right and wrong as you go, while I let everything slide because all I can think of whenever I'm around you is fucking you. My own mother."

"Well... excuse me while I remove your point from my heart!"

"We can't go on like this," I told her flat out.

"What do you mean, we can't go on like this!?"

"I mean we need to set some ground rules between us here and now. Before we even get in that car. Wherever we're going, I don't want to end up feeling like I did in this town, and that means we settle up before we take one step out that door."

I was adamant while she was angrily affronted, though her reaction remained one of strained self control.

"I told you in my note that we'd talk, what do you want!?"

"I want no more stuff like what happened yesterday, first off. Also, we have to both stop drinking. You know why."

"You say that with a bottle in your back pocket!" she shot back.

"If you drink, I have to drink to be on your level, just so I can handle you."

"Pah-haa! You handle me!? On my level!? Let me put it to you this way, sweetie pie: Get your ass out to that fuckin' car, pronto!" she commanded through her teeth with that gravely sound to her voice.

"You're finding that you're other son isn't that preferable, aren't you? Imagine how I've been feeling."

"I said out to the car! Now!" she shouted, pointing at the door.

"No."

I could hardly believe I said it and she didn't know what to do with it. I thought she was going to explode, but I'd noted how she didn't try to grab me by the hair and/or slap the shit out of me, so I knew I had hand. And hand was what I desperately needed if I was ever going to save Mum and I from ourselves.

"I told you I can handle you and that's exactly what I'm going to do," I informed, "just as I promised."

Her upper lip trembled as it curled to the smallest sneer just before asking, "Care to look me in the eyes and say that, hon?"

I even smirked when I did just that. Well, I mean I looked her in the eyes. The thought of repeating my claim was the furthest thing from my mind when I found myself startled to be sitting in one of the long, soft leather couches in the parlour and looking at a very peaceful seascape painting on the opposite wall. Drawing in a sharp breath, I looked wildly around for a second, realizing she'd caught me so fast that I didn't even realize it was happening with a growing inner fear of how long she'd had me mesmerized and what all she'd been doing during that time.

I discovered her sitting right beside me. She was looking at the same painting, calm now.

"Well... We should have done that a long time ago," she stated.

"Uhh..."

"It was my intention just to hold you for a minute, to show you... But I could... feel how you felt about me just then and I had to make sure that didn't go too deep. I couldn't resist exploring your feelings for me and this situation, but I understand how you feel now."




My Other Mother Ch. 15



She took my hand and held it in her lap, never looking away from the seascape before going on.

"It was like last time. I mean, it was like being in a gigantic warehouse crammed full of your love for me and I was at the middle. I stayed there for a little while, it was so nice, and I was so sorry when I had to leave. ... You're right. We have to slow down and take a look at ourselves. The kind of talk I mentioned in my note can't be done here and now, but I promise that you won't feel the way you have been when we walk out those doors."

"How- how long was I...?"

"Calm down, it was only five or six minutes. It's funny in a way, how I always knew you loved me, believed you when you said you trusted me, but until now I just never had the appreciation of seeing it from your point of view. You may not know this, but you're a lot like me. You'd do anything to make sure I'm okay."

"Well... I love you," I told her, calming down and turning back to the seascape. "When I said that stuff, I didn't mean that we can't be together anymore, I just meant..."

"I know what you meant now. Like I said, we should have done that a long time ago. Look, I'm sorry I disappointed you. I know how you feel about me, your respect for me and everything I said about whores. I know how you see yourself for what happened yesterday. (sigh) I promise to try to keep it down where my sexual wants are concerned, but you have to admit that a... a normal relationship between us will never really be possible, not for either of us and especially not now. Right?"

"Well, yes. I mean... if Roxy stayed, that wouldn't have bothered me from a sexual point of view and... Most of what happened yesterday makes me hard sometimes when I remember, but it's the feeling of who we are going to hell in a hand basket so fast... It's just..."

"You need to feel there's some control, not just in our lives, but within and between us."

"Yes. That's exactly it."

"We need to make it just you and me for a little while," she said, lovingly squeezing my hand for a second. "Just to sort of reset us with each other. Now, you know we'll want a playmate or two in the future and you definitely know how I feel about that, but we can talk about it and anything else we may desire then. How's that sound for now?"

"That sounds good," I said, a little surprised at how reasonable she was being.

"As far as the other goes... We'll both stop drinking as of now. We'll try to diminish the control of our parasites, as you call them, if only as experimentation as well as our own good, but there'll be times when we may choose to pick it up for whatever reason. That's something else we'll want to talk about. Is that good with you for now?"

"Yes. Umm..."

"What?"

"I don't want to see you turn into who you were when we first got here anymore than I want to see you turn into.... I believe what you said about her, you know. I just want you to be what you always were so I can be what I always was. And we can be together."

"It may not be as simple as all that. Not for either of us. Our sex lives alone will probably make that impossible, not to mention our experiences with the pigs after your father... left. Sweetie pie, I know I sort of scare you in a way. I found that inside you and it made me feel ashamed and horrible. You see me as unstable and, if anything, that's what I'll be trying to correct in myself for you. Even beyond my perversions, I don't want you seeing me that way."

We continued to stare at the painting as we spoke in mutually quiet tones. I'd noticed there was a schooner far on the horizon, tiny in its proper perspective amongst the distant waves, and I wondered if that was what she was looking at.

"We both have a lot to work on," I said.

"Yes. Hey..."

"Yeah?"

"Wanna go get a room for a little while before we go?"

" ... Seriously?"

"Yeah. You're right, we should talk some more before we leave. Just so we're happy when we do, right? Plus, we're both short on sleep and it's better that we're rested up. We have a long drive ahead."

"How are we gonna get a room without a credit card?"

She finally looked away from the painted seascape and at me. Looking back, I found her with a genuine, loving smile that even her eyes participated in. I returned it, looking closer and feeling something of the person my mother used to be with that exciting, tricky edge of the parasite's gleam in her eye.

 

Part 4

We found a convenient, nice enough motel close to the highway and got checked in, Mum proving the usefulness of the parasite in the face of no credit cards by nudging another arriving guest outside. He, a man in his late forties, looked as tired as his wife and two kids, probably just having come off the highway, the four of them readily falling to Mum's sympathetic and insidious approach.

They paid for our room and we followed them upstairs, Mum looking back at me with a wink as she clutched the laptop bag and our room key. I smiled back with a smaller bag that held a change of clothes for her, again truly impressed with her ability.

Once in our room, the laptop bag safely locked in the room's safe, we talked. She spoke more of the things she'd learned from Marie and we settled on some loose rules regarding the nudge for both of us while keeping in mind certain earlier voiced necessities, such as our stay at the motel. In these cases, we decided that she, being the stronger and more adept, would be the one to do the deed, at least for as long as the ability lasted after the booze we swore off began leaving our systems.

Our overall conversation was very open and relaxing, honest and natural as we sat on the bed together, sometimes stroking each other's hair or arm and trying to cement our new understanding. She'd taken a shower and 'remade' herself before donning a thin, satiny summer dress of white covered in pinkish red roses with their darker leaves, the stems ironically complete with thorns. The hemline stopped almost halfway to her knees, the cut snug, but her upper body was covered by a short pink sweater that I'd once seen Roxanne wearing. It's bottom two buttons fastened, the upper edges of it stayed spread around the outside and bottoms of her jugs and, being for the smaller woman Roxy was, did nothing to conceal the plunging neckline and the view of the insides of her breasts the dress offered with its narrow straps tied behind her neck.

"I hope you don't mind me talking about this, sweetie pie, but..."

"Go ahead."

"Well... when I saw you standing there with your cock in your hand after I was done with Vivian that first time... oh, I felt so good."

"I know. And when you just stood there while I held your skirt up so everyone could see. I almost came right then and there."

"You should have cum on me, everyone else was."

"Believe it or not, I was treading with some caution," I revealed with a short laugh as I massaged her calf.

"Like when you were watching Frank fuck me while you jerked off?" she grinned.

"Oh, look... that was so good. The look on your face."

"I would imagine." she laughed. "I couldn't believe it myself. Just the thought of you watching that, when they pulled my tits out and they all just... Oh my, that really did it for me."

"Me too. I was remembering what you said about that psychological turn on and satisfaction at the time, cause wow, did I get it."

"Heh. Yeah... Ummm..." she dithered in a lower tone.

"Okay, what?" I asked, a little warily.

"Well, you might get mad."

"I won't get mad."

"Alright, I'm just going to say that sometimes a last hurrah is a good way to quit something."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning... there's four people next door whose doors are already wide open."

"Oh, Mum."

"I'm just saying that it might be interesting to get their take on what happened yesterday." she assured with a teasing laugh.

"What!? No way!"

"I'll tell them all about how you pulled my skirt up and showed all those guys my panties," she grinned wickedly.

"Yeah, I'll tell them how you were begging me to fuck you harder," I joked.

"Great!" she agreed, hopping off the bed and approaching the adjoining door to our benefactor's room.

"Mum, no, I was just joking!"

"Your cock is hard," she teased, opening the door on our side before raising her brow at me.

"Well, yeah, we were just talking about- Mu-um!"

She laughed happily, wickedly and observed, "You're horny from talking about what happened yesterday. Well, here's a great opportunity to have some more fun and, like I say, since we'll be slowing down after this, it'd mean a whole lot to your perverted mum to have a last hurrah."

"Oh god, Mum," I sighed, unable to keep the smallest grin from my face at her excitement.

"C'mon. Think of the possibilities," she teased, licking her lips.

"I don't know, Mum. I mean they're a family and it seems kinda-"

"Don't tell me you didn't notice Mona's tits. And Amber's ass in that cute little skirt?"

Of course I'd noticed both those things and a hell of a lot more. Again, I'm a pervert and Mum's other son is a lot more in tune with that.

"I know you want to. Just imagine what all could happen."

"Well... what are you gonna do?"

"I'm afraid there's only one way to satisfy your curiosity on that, hon," she teased.

"Oh my god..."

"Pleeeeease?" she begged with a wide, hopeful smile while bouncing up and down a little, her beautiful tits jiggling in the braless restraint of her dress. "Just for Mummy?"

I was torn.

"Hey, why not use up the last of our strong influence with a bang, right? We'll pour the booze we have left down the toilet before we leave. Alright?"

We gazed at each other, she smilingly positive and hopeful with sparkling, lovely eyes while I remained unsure.

"You want to," she stated. "You can't resist."

" ... Alright," I gave in with a smile.

It was hard to deny her, especially when she was in a good mood and it was the last hurrah and I did want to.

"Yaaay!" she happily exclaimed. "Okay, their name is Driscoll. There's Bill, his wife Mona, Dan, their twenty year old son, and Amber, their daughter. She's your age."

"How'd you get all that?"

"I'm very personable."

"Huh. Okay, what do I do? Should I change or something?"

"No, you're fine."

"Should we ply them with liquor, or-?"

"They don't need it, believe me," she assured as she rapped three times on their door. "Just come here and put a smile on, I'll take care of the rest."

"That's what I'm worried about."

"Excited about, you mean. I know how your- Oh! Hi, Bill!"

"Hi, Kathleen," Bill grinned, struggling not to look down at the big tits that Roxanne's sweater showcased so well.

He was a bit wiry, but not thin, just less than six feet tall, wore light blue dress pants and a white golf shirt. Despite his salt and pepper hair, he looked to be in somewhat good shape and, by his accent and demeanor, I guessed him to be from the States, possibly Toronto. Of course, his gaze had that look of a parasite victim, the door of his will left wide open while he'd been going about his business as usual.

"I just wanted to thank you again for your assistance," Mum practically gushed.

"Oh, it's no problem. The important thing is that you cancelled your card before whoever stole it could ruin you."

"Tell me about it. Oh, how rude of me, I haven't introduced you to my son, Steven," she said as I walked up beside her.

She went through the formal bit as we shook hands, nodded and smiled at one another, then, almost making me laugh out loud at her nerve, she said, "Invite us in and let us enjoy you and your wonderful family for a little while."

"Kathleen, you and Steven should come on in here, enjoy me and my wonderful family for a little while."

"Why thank you, Bill. That's a splendid idea and very good of you to offer. We'd love to, wouldn't we sweetie pie?"

"Uh huh."

Mum and I entered and formal, yet open and friendly introductions were carried out before we all found a seat.

Mona at first appeared to be a rather plain woman but, upon closer inspection, was actually quite attractive and would probably present quite a picture had she not been travelling all day. Her build was somewhat like Mum's with curvy hips and a bust line almost as large, dark green eyes nicely complimenting her almost black, shoulder length hair. In a knee length, billowy white skirt that suggested pleasing curves almost as well as the short sleeved, pea green pullover she wore, she was friendly like her husband and I wondered how much of this was due to the effect of the Jedi spell.

Amber was definitely a hot little thing. She was dressed in a blue halter top, its spaghetti straps as thin as those of her white bra, and a black, loose fitting skirt that reached halfway to her knees. Her build took after her mother's with nicely developed hips and breasts, Mona more so, but neither as pleasingly as Mum. Also like her mother, she had dark hair, almost black, but with deep brown eyes like her father. She was firmly in the grip of Mum's Jedi spell as the rest of her family was.

Dan seemed pretty cool. He was friendly like his father but, like his sister, took more after his mother in facial features with his father's body type. He was dressed in jeans and T-shirt, more or less like me, although my clothes differed in the sense that one could almost see the trauma they'd been through in the rat infested cellar where I'd briefly worked. I watched him ogling Mum's cleavage whenever he had the chance out of the corner of my eye.

It turned out they were from Oregon, on the way to Prince Edward Island to attend a wedding of some removed family as an excuse to get out of the house for a while on a vacation with some kind of destination.

Bill and Mona sat together on a short couch of soft, wine coloured upholstery while Mum sat in an armchair placed at a right angle to the couch. The three adults sat conversing as though they'd been loosely acquainted for years as Dan and Amber sat on one of the king sized beds in the room, alternately watching the television and paying loose attention to the conversation. I occupied the other bed by myself, observing with the expected, but minor stomach cramp of nervous excitement.

"Oh, I know," Mum laughed knowingly. "You can't imagine how Steven was in school. He didn't make it easy for me on the PTA, I can tell you, but I can't imagine a daughter."

"Amber's not so bad outside of how she lets her social life interfere with her studies," Mona revealed, "but that's true of both of them."

"It's her dating I worry about," Bill said.

"Yes," Mum smiled, her legs crossed, bared upper thighs attracting the male eyes in the room, "that'd be my worry as well, considering the way some young women act. Not just young women, either."

"I think Bill worries about that a bit too much," Mona voiced, glancing at her husband. "I think that's natural for a father, but Amber's a good girl."

"Well, they're both very beautiful." Mum complimented, flashing her warm smile when the younger Driscolls looked at her with pleased grins. "I suppose it's not surprising, considering the attractive couple their parents are."

Bill and Mona also grinned, proudly if a little vacantly, as they found Mum's eyes.

"Ummm... you know," my other mother dithered as her smile became alluringly devious, yet somehow reassuring at the same time, "we're all adults here and... I don't think the kids need to be shielded from conversation of a more... adult level. You two agree, don't you?"

"Well... we've always been quite open with the kids," Mona admitted.

"God knows you have to be these days," Bill commented.

"Oh, absolutely," Mum agreed. "So, you two won't be uncomfortable about anything that's said between the six of us and no topic of conversation will be seen as off limits."

"No, I don't... no, any topic of conversation here is fine with me." Mona confirmed as Bill shook his head in support of his wife's words.

"Kids," Mum said, grabbing their eyes as she had their parents. "Nothing said here will upset or offend you."

"Not me," Dan informed her.

"Me neither," Amber put in.

"In fact, there's no need to feel too uncomfortable about anything that happens between the six of us at all," Mum determined. "Is there?"

"None whatsoever," Bill seconded while his family shook their heads, showing they had no problem with this either.

"Oh, good," my mother said. "Because sometimes it's nice to compare notes, especially on things like parenting, growing up, family dynamics and the like and... well, sometimes that kind of conversation can become sexual. The four of you will be just fine with it, though."

They all smiled, nodding or vocalizing their agreement with her, neither Dan nor Amber paying any attention to the television now.

"And if our conversation excites you, if you should get, ummm... horny... Well, that's alright too, because we're all adults here and we all love each other very much. Right?"

Once more, the Driscolls easily agreed.

"Sooo... Mona, I'm curious as to why you feel Amber's such a good girl. I mean, you can never tell what kids get up to once they leave the house."

"We raised her well and I trust her," she replied with a confident smile.

"What about Dan?"

"Well... boys are a bit more..." Mona trailed off.

"A bit more what?" Mum asked, that smile of hers becoming a bit of an expectant leer. "Go ahead and say what you want, Mona."

"Well, they're naturally more... horny. And curious."

"Curious? Like how?"

"Curious about women. They want to see women's bodies and... do things with them."

"They do tend to be quite perverted little animals at times, don't they?" Mum chuckled.

"Oh, yes."

"I know. And how they do like to see women's bodies. They can be very... brazen about it too," Mum said, glancing at me. "Not long ago, my Steven asked me to lift my shirt so he could see me in my bra."

(oh my god!)

They all looked at me and I felt myself flush rapidly as I stared incredulously at Mum.

"You're kidding," Mona almost whispered.

"No, not at all," Mum replied as Bill glanced at her cleavage. "He's quite the horndog. Anyway, I didn't think it would hurt, sooo..."

"You... you showed him?" Mona asked.

"Well, it was only my bra. I mean, it was kind of see through so he sort of saw my nipples and all, but I figured it was normal. Actually, I was quite flattered."

"Mum..." I tried to caution in a low, embarrassed tone.

Ignoring me, she added, "Then he wanted to see my panties."

"You... didn't show him?" Mona incorrectly assumed.

"It wasn't that big a deal. Yes, I gave him a good look and he liked it. I must admit that I did as well."

"Oh my..."

"That's what I thought at first," Mum chuckled. "But I think it's natural for boys to want to see their mother like that. And their sister, if they have one. Dan, have you ever been curious about your mother's body? Your sister's? Be honest now."

Dan looked at Mum while everyone else took their eyes from me (thank god) and put them on him as he hesitated, but answered, "Well... yeah."

"Both of them?"

"Yeah," he answered, turning as red as I probably was and glancing at his father.

"Ohh... Danny boy..." Mona admonished with an expression of denied curiosity in her features as she stared at him.

Both Bill and Amber also stared at him, Amber looking like she was trying to stifle a giggle while Bill didn't seem to know what to say or think.

"Those forbidden thoughts never go away, either. Do they, Bill?"

"Huh?"

"Have you ever... wondered about Amber?"

Bill squirmed slightly as his family now regarded him, but he looked at Mum and answered, "Well... yeah. I mean, look at her."

"Oh, indeed," Mum said. "She's very attractive and it's quite natural for you to think the things you sometimes do of her."




My Other Mother Ch. 15



"Sure it is," he was quick to agree, looking over Amber's body as it was her turn to blush.

"Mona, do you like sucking cock?" Mum asked, her leer now fixed knowingly on her.

"Uh, well... yes. I like it a lot."

"So do I. I just love licking the head, tasting that yummy pre-cum... sucking on it... the wonderful feel of a cock when it throbs and explodes in my mouth..."

Bill was now looking at Mum, or to be more precise, her breasts. Mona wore a small, but excited smile as she subtly squirmed on the couch with her husband. My embarrassment had given way to an intense turn-on as I openly checked out Mona and her daughter.

"Oooh, you're all so horny now," Mum told them with a warm smile. Aren't you?"

" ... Uh huh..." Mona admitted, looking down in her lap afterward.

"Amber?"

She nodded and giggled, looking at the lump in her father's pants.

"I'm always horny," Mum laughed with filthy implication. "And we can see how the guys feel."

All three of the women looked at us in turn, Amber letting out a single, short, throaty giggle while Mona laughed tolerantly, her eyes lingering on each of us.

My eyes made contact with my mother's for a brief instant before she directed, "Sweetie pie... take your clothes off."

A part of me, some small, all but forgotten part was quite hesitant about this, but I loved my mother so much. I wanted to please her. So, I began with my shirt, the heated flush returning as the room watched me. Amber got to her knees, moving around her brother a little so she could see better.

"That's a good boy... Yes, nice and slowly for the girls. (giggle)"

Mona smiled wider at this comment as did Amber and, as directed, I took my time opening my pants, pushing them down and off as Mona sat further forward in her seat. I looked down at myself as I slipped my thumbs inside the waistband of my black boxer briefs, sliding them slowly down and watching my rock hard cock come into view before removing them completely.

"Ohh..." Mona sighed. "That's a big one."

"Like that cock, Mona?" Mum sleazed.

"Mmm hmmm."

"What do you think, Amber?"

"Yeah... I like it too."

"Stroke it, hon. Show the ladies how you play with yourself."

I complied, still looking down rather than at them, gasping at my own touch as I fondled myself.

"Feel nice, sweetie pie?"

" ... Yes, Mum."

Mum rose from her seat and, with a seductive shift to her hips, moved to the short couch Bill and Mona were on as Bill eyed her. She smiled and sat beside him so that he was between the two women.

Looking at the younger Driscolls, she suggested, "Dan... You go join him. Take your clothes off and masturbate with him so we can watch."

He'd been trying not to laugh at me, but Dan's jaw fell open in surprise as he stared back at her.

"Yeah," Amber grinned at him. "Show us your cock."

"Amber..." Mona lightly scolded with a hesitant, yet hungry smile as her attention shifted to her son.

"Well... I wanna see him do it, Mom," the amused young woman explained as she watched her brother get off the bed they shared to comply under Mum's Jedi spell.

"Don't you want to see your Danny boy's nice cock, Mona?" Mum asked while she slowly rubbed Bill's thigh.

"Well... yes." She admitted with an embarrassed laugh. "I mean, I suppose since there's no reason I should be uncomfortable about it..."

Bill was smiling benevolently the whole time, checking out Mum's deep cleavage much more openly, but taking note of his son crawling up on the bed with me before seeing his daughter's grinning face, again locked to the obscene bulge in the front of his pants. I watched my mother as I slowly jerked myself for her. I loved seeing her enjoying herself the way she obviously was and I once again swore I'd never doubt my other mother's idea of a good time. Meanwhile, Dan was beside me and starting to remove his T-shirt.

"Do it slow, Danny," Mona instructed in low, but excited tone, her smile telling how she was enjoying this almost as much as Mum. "Like Steven did for his mother."

Mum was smiling happily, sitting with her knees together beside Bill as her hand wandered to his crotch, her shark's eyes on Amber as the young brunette's smile grew wider. Mona leaned against him on his other side as she watched this with a smile that suggested it was a good thing with her hands in her lap. Bill twitched, his considerably wide smile faltering.

"OMG..." Amber breathed.

She watched as Mum pulled the zipper of his pants down, as her hand disappeared inside the open fly to feel around in there. Almost mindlessly moving to the edge of the bed on her hands and knees, Amber watched as the beautiful and persuasive blonde continued to smile back until she took his hardened penis right out of his pants. It was a fairly large one, about the size of my own, and Mum opened her mouth in smiling approval as she began slowly stroking it. He reacted to her touch right away, twitching harder and raising his pelvis.

"Uhh-ff- uuhhh."

"Mmmm. Oh, Mona... I just love your husband's cock."

Mona was back to watching Dan as he slowly pushed his jeans down for her, nervous and embarrassed, but mostly okay with it by then. He wore regular briefs and his mother's eyes lit up when he exposed his hardened condition in them. When he'd taken them off, he began to remove the briefs as well, but his mother stopped him in the same tone and expression she'd used before, except now with a slight tremor in her voice.

"Danny, tear them off. From the front. Do it nice and slow for me too, alright?"

Mum laughed long and low and we all watched him do this, Amber's attention finally torn from her father's body as her brother's underwear was slowly torn from his. He simply grabbed the two edges of the fly and forced them apart until his hardened package fell out, his balls soon following along with his now exposed pubic hair.

"Now... touch yourself," Mona told him, her smile wider, knees slightly parted as she squirmed harder in her seat. Stroke your... Yes... Mmmm, nice and slow."

I could tell Mum thought a lot of Mona as she looked at her so approvingly, still jerking her husband, but slightly faster now, her hand squeezing a little harder.

"Amber, would you like to see your father join the boys on the bed?" Mum asked, her grin telling of how she knew what the answer would be.

" ... Yeah."

"Tell him."

"Dad... get on the bed and take your clothes off. Slowly."

"Sure, princess."

Mum released her hold so he could get up from the couch and join us while his daughter watched with a smile. It held such anticipation that I doubt she noticed herself quickly licking her lower lip as she watched his cock bobbing and wobbling during his short journey to the bed. As he climbed up with us, Mum spoke again as she rose from the couch.

"Come on, Mona. Let's join Amber and watch the boys perform for us from the other bed."

Mona smiled in reply, getting up and following my mother as Amber made room for them, directing her father at the same time.

"Do it slow, okay Dad? Like Steven and Dan did."

"Anything for you, Princess," he promised with a fond smile as though she'd asked for an ice-cream cone.

"Thanks, Dad. Um, play with your thingie too, okay?"

The two older women in the room got on the bed with her, mother sitting beside daughter, blonde behind and between, spectators from across the short expanse of floor space. Mona looked at Amber, a trace of discomfort and awe in her eyes, but Amber was watching her father undress for her. Slowly. Over her shoulder, Mum set her eyes on me and that tricky smile crept to her features, her eyes narrowing in perverted thought.

"Steven, drool on your cock. Get it nice and wet. Give Mummy and the girls a nice show, hm?"

"O- okay, Mum."

Are you having fun, sweetie pie?"

With a broad smile I couldn't keep from my face, "Yeah."

Her own smile became broader at this as she said while resting her other hand on Mona's shoulder, "Play with your cute little asshole, honey."

I drooled on myself like Mum wanted before reaching back to rub slow circles around my anus. Bill had removed his shirt at this point and, while Amber eyed his hard member, he started unhitching his pants, taking his time for his daughter as he watched her watch him.

"Uhh... mmmmm," Dan moaned under his breath.

Mona, with a tone that neared Ambers, instructed, "Danny boy... get on your hands and knees. Show me your butt. And spread your legs so I can see... everything."

Mum giggled slowly at this as Dan smiled like I was, making moves to bring this about on the bed beside me. Amber looked at her mother with a funny smile for a moment before turning to address her father.

"Dad, lick your precum off your fingers."

He was a bit surprised at this as Mum's slow giggle repeated itself, but did as he was told, seeming happy enough to do this for her in an overall sense.

"Sweetie pie, lie on your back and spread your legs while you play with yourself so we can see better."

As I repositioned myself to do this for her, I remembered her spoken thoughts of the previous evening concerning the kind of fun she'd decided she'd like to have with me. I wasn't sure I had a problem with that or not in those moments, spreading my legs on my back and grabbing my cock while playing with my ass again. But if it made Mum happy, it only turned me on all the more. Besides, it was fun to be appreciated in such a way.

Mona directed, "Spread your cheeks, Danny. Show Mom your bum hole."

"Isn't this fun?" Mum giddily asked.

"Yeah," Amber answered with a big grin, watching her father clean his fingers of the secretions from his own penis. "I bet Dad will do whatever I tell him."

"Men are such horndogs," Mum appreciatively added, her hands now rubbing each of the Driscoll women's backs. "That's not to say women aren't as well..."

"But we're... cleaner about it," Mona put in, her eyes blinking a little slower with the soft, passive massage Mum was giving her. "Men like dirtier... raunchy things. Especially boys. Boys are very perverted and..."

"Filthy?" Mum suggested.

" ... Yesss. Danny, put your finger in your bum hole."

" ... Mum..."

"No... do it. Finger yourself and show us how filthy you are."

He looked at me as though I'd have some useful input, but I saw this out of the corner of my eye. I didn't turn to look at him because I didn't want to get into it. I was busy jerking myself, playing and pressing at my asshole to make Mum happy, and I didn't want his discomfort distracting me from that. He soon began emitting sounds that told of his ultimate obedience to his mother's wishes.

"Dad, get on your back like Steven and spread your legs. Finger yourself like Dan's doing."

"You too, sweetie pie. Let's see your middle finger all the way up that adorable ass."

"This is fun," Mona belatedly agreed, arching her back and displaying hardened nipples from underneath her pullover.

Now I looked at Dan, he looking back as I helplessly used my middle finger to breach my anal threshold with a wince. I couldn't see his progress any more than he could see mine, a small dignity under the circumstances, but I could read it in his expression as, I'm sure, he could read it in mine.

"Look at how... depraved and dirty they are," Mona breathed, casually opening her legs wide while her long skirt hid what was between them.

" ... Yeeaahh," my other mother answered.

Working my finger slowly deeper, I winced, groaned with the uncomfortable feeling of self invasion with each push. I groaned louder as Dan did the same beside me, both of us still looking to the other as though for help. In the meantime, Bill's gasps and starts indicated that he was now experiencing his own finger.

Sooner than I would have expected, I was all the way in, groaning louder as I lay there with my legs spread, sodomizing myself like the other two men in the room for the pleasure of the ladies present. The feel of it was so foreign as to be somewhat shocking, the idea of it only speeding me on as I jerked my cock for my mother's entertainment.

"Wow..." Amber toned.

"M- muu-um..." I warned.

"Oh, my boy's gonna cum," Mum crooned, getting on her knees so she could see the upcoming spectacle better. "Cum all over your nice belly and chest, hon... Make it good for me."

Incredibly, my self invasion was feeling a lot better, the discomfort and Mum's great interest contributing to the psychological kink that Mum and I shared. The other two females also rose a little higher to watch and, a minute later, my hips jerked repeatedly as I gushed the usual huge load all over myself. I cried out with each shot, some part of me from down deep ashamed that I was making such a display of myself, but so gratified in both my own release and my mother's enjoyment of me in this manner that I couldn't give that small part the time of day. Mum and the Driscoll women cheered.

"Oh, honey yes! ... You little fuckin' pervert!"

"Look at all his cum... Oh my word, that was sooo..." Mona tried.

"Fuckin' filthy," Amber accomplished with a dirty grin that matched both our mothers.

"Uh- uhhh! Ahhh, fff- uhmmm," Bill managed as though to exemplify his daughter's finished observation.

"You really wanna see how filthy they can be?" Mum asked as her hand encircled Mona's waist, her lips brushing Amber's shoulder.

"Yeah," she fairly gasped.

"Go join them."

" ... Umm... what will they do?" Amber asked, suddenly a bit concerned now that she'd be part of the show.

"Don't worry, baby", Mum instructed, grabbing a handful of her mother's tit.

"I'm not worried."

"They'll only do whatever they want with you, I suppose. Mona, tell your daughter to go join the boys. I'll keep you company over here in the meantime, hm?"

Mona blushed as she looked behind her at my smiling, groping mother, but regarded her daughter and addressed her somewhat firmly.

"Amber, go get on the boy's bed and... cooperate with them."

"Entertain your lovely mother, she deserves it," Mum supported as she helped the grinning, but unsure brunette off their bed.

She crossed the distance between the two islands and stood before them, absently nibbling at the nail of her pinky finger with that same nervous, but excited grin. I was just getting my head together after my totally great orgasm, reminding myself that'd I'd stay hard anyway as long as the situation allowed, also reminding myself that Mum well knew this. She addressed Mona as both she and Amber looked at me wide eyed, probably because of the considerable load I packed.

"The boys have been very obedient and they deserve their reward in whatever fashion they choose. You agree, don't you?" Mum asked as her hand found its way to Mona's other breast, rubbing and squeezing through her pullover.

"Yes, of- of course. Danny, get back on your knees and pay attention to your sister. Bill... you and Danny play with Amber."

Bill had gotten to his knees as he listened to the conversation at the other bed. He looked away from his wife and straight at Amber as she gazed back. After a momentary pause, during which time their thoughts were plainly written across their features, Dan had time to reposition himself at his mother's will. He stared at his sister, at her body in much the same way as his father was as Bill reached out and took Amber's, hand in his, drawing her closer.

"Sweetie pie, you come over here now."

I rose from the bed where Bill was putting Amber's hand on his pole and crossed the same distance the young Driscoll woman had, wondering what Mum had in store for me now.

"Mona, lick my messy boy's cum off him while you watch your family, will you?"

"Boys are so messy," Mona agreed, looking at me with a forgiving smile as she and Mum helped me up on the bed, both of them pulling me down to lie on my back.

My mother watched as Mona leaned over with her tongue out and began with a thick string of sperm on my chest. She closed her eyes as she haltingly licked it up.

"Mmmm."

"Cum is so tasty," Mum offered as she observed.

"Mmm hmmm."

"Honey, I didn't tell you to stop stroking your cock."

"Ohh, Mum..."

"Hm?" she asked, a funny, sarcastically tolerant smile complimenting that expectantly raised brow.

"Sorry, Mum," I said as I took my hard meat in hand again.

" ... Spread your legs for me. Mummy wants to abuse you just a little bit. ... Wider, hon, don't make me do it myself."

I spread them as far as I could with a good idea about the nature of what came next. Mona was slowly working her way down my body, her tongue sometimes making soft, wet lapping noises along with an occasional low hum of pleasure. Her hair tickled me and there was no doubt that I was still turned on as her frequent glances lingered with what was happening on the other bed. The sudden touch of Mum's finger circling my anus made me jerk with wonderful surprise at how much better it was when she did it. I moaned and lay my head over to watch with Mona.

Amber was playing with the head of her father's cock while Dan tugged down on the front of her halter top, still jerking himself and looking briefly at his father with an excited smile. Bill seemed to be enjoying his daughter's attention for the moment while he watched his son's sexual ambitions towards his younger sister.

He succeeded in pulling it down under her chest, the material snugly adhering to her body just below them and adding extra, un-needed lift to what the low cut bra she wore already offered. There was another pause as both the Driscoll men appreciated this sight before Dan reached out and grabbed a breast.

"Ohh-h, Princess..." Bill toned, "Look at your nice big tits. Just like your mother."

She only smiled back, having fun with his cock now and the reactions that her manipulation of it brought about in her father. He took her other breast in his hand and softly kneaded, appreciating her body as his son was doing beside him.

As Mum's finger pressed at my asshole, Mona was nearing my abdomen. Still watching the other bed, she didn't even blink when Mum spoke again.

"Hon, stop jerking off now. Let Mona suck your cock clean."

"Uhh-" I replied as her finger slowly entered me. "Uuu-uh, Mum!"

Moments later, Mona was doing just that as I squirmed under my mother's finger, groaning and watching the other three again.

Both Bill and Dan were slowly releasing Amber's proud young breasts from their sexy bra, pulling the cups down to allow them to flop slowly, seductively out in the open. Dan took her other hand and put it on his dick, Amber giggling a little as she began stroking him as well.

She looked from one family cock to the other, obviously fighting disbelief that this was happening, but enjoying herself as Dan pulled her a little closer in order to lean in and take one of her erected nipples in his mouth. Bill joined him at her other one, moving his hand around her waist to rest at the small of her arched back. She watched them, listening to their hungry little sounds as they sucked her nipples to her delight.

As I continued to writhe to my mother's finger and Mona's mouth, Dan abandoned Amber's tit, her father gladly taking it up in his hand as he kept on sucking her nipple. She was moaning softly every now and then, pushing her chest into her father with a delirious smile when Dan hiked her skirt up in front for a look.

Her white, V front panties were as sexy and skimpy as her bra and Dan stared before saying, "Dad... check it out."

" ... Oh, fuck, that's nice..." Bill breathed, sitting down on the edge of the bed and out of Amber's hand reach.