A-Cup Angst Ch. 14

He let go of his cock and lowered the witch gently into a prone position. He lowered his face down to hers and licked all of his cum from it. As the demon shifted his body, Jamie lost his view of the action. He decided to stuff his softening cock back into his pants and zip up. He saw the demon start to turn back into a pale skinned, tall, young man with short, light brown hair. The tail retreated into his ass and vanished, but the muscles mostly stayed in place. The man went into the ensuite bathroom and Jamie ventured back out with his senses to see if it was safe to slip out. The man was busy pouring warm water into a bowl and fetching a lotion from the cupboard, but Jamie could sense the witch's mind start to return from the stratosphere, so he stayed put.

The man returned from the bathroom, carrying towels, a big bowl of water and a small jar of lotion. He set the bowl on the nightstand and dipped the towel in it to gently wash his helplessly exhausted girlfriend on the bed. Jamie sensed what emotions this was stirring up in her mind. She was feeling such closeness and trust towards her boyfriend that Jamie felt sure she'd die for him, if needed. The girl loved and adored her boyfriend. Jamie saw the guy finish with the washing and move on to gently drying. After that, he applied the lotion to her many welts and bruises and Jamie sensed her achieve a profound feeling of pleasure. It wasn't like an orgasm, but rather a hybrid of a marathon runner's high and the afterglow of sex.

The young man finished tending to the damage on her skin and gently rolled her over on her stomach to give her a massage. The gentle sensations relaxed her mind and drained the last of her tension. She soon passed out in sheer delight and the man spooned her naked form after covering them with blankets.

Jamie waited until he could sense they both fell fast asleep. He used the Force to silently open the closet and creep out of the bedroom. As he stepped into the hallway, he could still hear their soft snoring. Her soundproofing spell had expired. Jamie grimaced and continued to creep downstairs, where he used the Force to slip out unheard.

He got in his car and drove up behind the Rossi house. He sat there and looked at the dark house. He could sense the girls were fast asleep in there. He checked the clock on the dash and sighed. He was definitely going to miss them. He was supposed to come to their place later today, and he decided to keep that appointment, if only to ask Laura why she had spilled the beans on him and what she was really doing with the fetishes.

He drove back home and lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling. Various scenarios bounced around inside his head for hours, before sleep finally crept up on him. He dozed for a few hours and was woken up by Suzie's friends as they made a ruckus in the kitchen. He went down to save their botched breakfast and found himself on the receiving end of quite a few compliments that were inappropriate coming from girls their age.

After breakfast, the girls slowly cleared out and Jamie was left alone with Suzie. She plopped down in front of the TV, eliminating the possibility of any conversation. Jamie checked his phone and saw that his mother had texted him that she would be arriving around four in the afternoon. He decided to wait until then to talk to her and say his goodbyes. But first, he was going to have it out with Laura. "I'll be back before Mom," he called out to Suzie as he left. He drove into town and parked behind the trattoria.

As he sat in the car, he extended his senses into the house and felt the girls making love to one another. He sat back and spied on them as they teased each other with gentle kisses and fondling strokes. His dick got hard when he sensed them proceeding to the main event. He couldn't help himself. Feeling the two of them doing the nasty with one another got him as hard and aroused as if he was right there in the room with them. He undid his zipper and began to stroke himself in his car. A few people walked down the street, but no one noticed him jacking off. He came all over his dash, just as Laura licked her daughter to orgasm.

He cleaned up his jizz with some handkerchiefs. He was starting to feel depressed at having to leave them and he procrastinated as much as he could. He spied on them for almost an hour more as they continued to make love. When they finally finished, they lay in Laura's bed, caressing and kissing one another in the tender afterglow. Laura put on her robe and went to the kitchen to make some breakfast for them while Alessandra went to the toilet. After Laura started the coffee machine, she sent Jamie a text to come over to her house.

Jamie heaved a great sigh and reluctantly got out of his car. It was time to end it. He retreated deep into the calm center of his mind and locked himself in there. He didn't trust himself otherwise. He let himself in with the Force and climbed the stairs as slowly and as quietly as he could. He sensed Alessandra washing herself and Laura making breakfast. Neither had a clue that he was near. He walked into the kitchen, scaring Laura and making her jump and shriek.

"Jamie," she yelled, putting her hand on her chest. "You scared me!"

Jamie said, "Why did you tell the local casters that I am the Bludgeoner?"

Laura's eyes went wide and, because she was startled, Jamie gleaned visions of a dozen faces in her mind, only one of which was Barbara Martini. He realized Laura had told all of those people that he was the Bludgeoner. He couldn't believe it. His face showed none of his surprise, or the hurt of her betrayal.

"Why did I tell who, Jamie," Laura asked, somewhat nervously. "I didn't tell anyone. You know I didn't." Alessandra walked up behind Jamie, wearing nothing and toweling her olive skin dry. "Alessandra, baby, go downstairs and get some sugar from the kitchen. We're out."

Alessandra nodded and made to give Jamie a damp hug from behind when he said, "No, no, she should stay." He turned around and looked the girl in the eye. "You deserve to know why I'm leaving."

"We're leaving," Alessandra asked. Her face lit up and he sensed her gladness.

"You misunderstand," he said. "I am leaving. You are staying right here, with your mother."

Her cute face scrunched up in question. "Well, where are you going? How long will you be away?"

"I'm leaving for good," Jamie said. "I don't plan on ever coming back."

Alessandra looked like she had just been slapped across the face. Her mouth fell open and her eyes watered. She rushed forward and hugged him tight. "Take me with you," she squealed.

"No," he said. "I'm a hunted man and your mother has left out my scent for the beasts to find. You can't come with me. I won't have your death on my conscience."

"Oh, for goodness' sake, Jamie," Laura said, "stop being so melodramatic! No one is hunting you!"

Jamie let go of Alessandra and rounded on Laura. "You have told a dozen casters who I am," he said. "Each and every one of them is talking about me. It is only a matter of time before word of my name and address come to the wrong ears. I only want to know why. Why did you betray my confidence?"

"Mamma," Alessandra asked, still clutching Jamie.

"Jamie, I haven't told anyone about you," Laura said. "Why would I? What makes you think I said anything to anyone?"

"Barbara Martini and her husband came to visit me yesterday. You told Barbara who I am and she told her husband and her husband probably told some other people, who will doubtlessly tell others and so on." Jamie fixed her an expectant look. "Are you going to deny that you told Barbara?"

Laura looked conflicted, for a moment, and then she said, "I only told her, Jamie." Alessandra gasped in shock. "I told her in the strictest of confidences! You needn't worry, she won't tell anyone else!"

"She has already told her husband," Jamie said, "and I have no doubt that the two of them will go on talking about me. But that's beside the point."

"What point," Laura asked, nearly yelling. "You're being irrational!"

"The point is that you have betrayed my trust," Jamie said, "and now you lie to my face about it." Laura rolled her eyes and huffed in frustration. "I am leaving. I just want to know why you had betrayed me."

"No," Alessandra said, clinging on to him even tighter. "Don't go!"

Laura took a deep breath and raised her hands in a gesture that asks for calm. "I only told Martini," she said. "It slipped out by accident. I'm sorry about that. I'll see to it that she doesn't tell anyone else. Now, why don't you sit down and we can talk about this." She pulled a chair out for him.

"I have no intention of listening to any more of your lies," Jamie said.

"What lies," Laura asked, her tone indignant.

Jamie could sense her mental gears turning to fabricate a convincing cover story. "You told a dozen people already," he said, "and you told each one on purpose, just like you told Martini on purpose, not by accident. You told her so she'd help you with the fetishes I gave you to study. You also lied about what you were doing with those every time I asked you about it."

"Jamie, you are blowing this way out of proportion," Laura said, trying to calm the situation. She started to make excuses and explanations, while still denying any wrongdoing on her part, but Jamie tuned her out. He focused on Alessandra's mind. The girl was connecting the dots. She was recalling all the times in the past two months that her mother had cloistered herself up in the attic with a caster friend and instructed for them to not be disturbed. Jamie watched her visualize the faces of those casters and recognized nearly each and every one from the brief glimpses in Laura's mind. He started to put names to the faces, so he could confront Laura with them, when he sensed something else in Alessandra's mind.

Just as she was realizing the potential truth of his allegations, she was starting to resent her mother for driving a wedge between them and the father of their children. The revelation that both the Rossi women were pregnant by him nearly shattered his calm center. He had been promised by Laura that she would brew contraceptive potions for the two of them. As much as it shocked him to find out that she had lied about that, he wasn't all that surprised. She had lied about keeping his secret, why not about that, too? He was disappointed to learn that Alessandra had been in on the pregnancy conspiracy from day one. He couldn't believe he had missed something so big, just because he was getting righteously laid on a regular basis. "I should have scoured their minds every second of every day," he thought to himself.

He interrupted Laura's speech and rifled off a few of the names he had gleaned from her daughter's mind. Laura's mouth hung open as she realized she was well and truly busted. "You swore on your daughter's head that you'd keep my secret," he said. "You lied. You promised to brew potions to keep the two of you from getting pregnant with me." He put a hand over Alessandra's lower back. "You lied about that, too."

Alessandra let go of him and grabbed his hand from her lower back. She put it over her lower belly and looked up at him with tear-filled eyes. "We are going to have a baby, Jamie," she said. "And that baby is going to grow up with its auntie, or uncle. Isn't that wonderful?"

"No," was his reply. Alessandra's brow scrunched up. "Being a parent with either one of you two manipulative liars is more a nightmare than a wonder."

Laura pulled out a chair and sat down. "Oh, do grow up, Jamie," she said, tiredly. "You knew this could happen."

"Which 'this' do you mean," Jamie asked. "The 'this' where I am used as an unwitting sperm dispenser, or the 'this' where you plot to get me tortured to death?"

Alessandra clutched him again and started sobbing. Laura stared at him and said, "I thought you were a man, Jamie. A real man that owns up to his responsibilities and deals with the consequences of his actions. Instead, you are a sniveling, little boy that runs away as soon as things don't go his way."

"What," was Jamie's reply.

"What did you think," Laura said, somewhat venomously, "that you could use us for your pleasure, time and again and not deal with any consequences? How naive!"

"Naive," Jamie asked. "Use you? Are you fucking kidding me?! You are the one that offered, no insisted, I take your daughter's virginity and become her fuckbuddy. And you first dragged me into your bed to qualify. I distinctly remember you saying, in no uncertain terms, that it was strictly a sex thing, nothing else."

Laura just sat there, shaking her head. "Typical, male bullshit," she said to herself.

"What male bullshit," Jamie asked. "Did you, or did you not say-"

"You know what is implied when a woman says something like that to a man," Laura said, cutting him off. Her tone of voice was bitter. "Everyone knows what such an offer means. Everyone knows what all that entails. Everyone but the great Bludgeoner, it would seem."

Jamie gaped at Laura in disbelief as Alessandra crushed herself against him with more and more force. "Let me explain to you how causality works, Laura," Jamie said. "If you had offered me a relationship with either, or both of you, I would have declined. You'd have never seen me naked, or touched my skin. If babies were discussed, I'd never set foot inside your house at all and-"

"Which is precisely why we said what we said," Laura said, cutting him off again. "You men are always so skittish, so reluctant to take responsibility for-"

"I take responsibility for my actions," Jamie yelled. "I will not suffer the consequences of your lies and hidden plots! You two have fun raising your children alone. I pity the little tykes already."

"No," Alessandra pleaded, "you can't go! You said you loved me! You said you'd take me with you! Take me with you, now! I'll make you so happy! We'll be happy together!"

Jamie took her arms off himself and said, "What the hell are you on about, girl? I never told you I loved you and I certainly never said I'd take you with me when I ran!"

"Yes, you did," Alessandra said. "When you first came into my room, you said I should undress in front of you, so you could fall in love with me again!"

"I never said that," Jamie said, firmly. He could vividly recall the night in question. "I advised you to undress and dress in front of your lovers as a seduction technique. I did not say that I was in love with you. And I most certainly never said I'd take you with me! You're hallucinating!"

"When you said you'd have to leave in a hurry," she tearfully said, "you asked if I understood and I did! You were asking me if I'd come with you at a moment's notice and I would! I will!"

Jamie shook his head sadly. "I was asking you if you could deal with me vanishing one day without so much as a goodbye," he said. "I wasn't offering you a place at my side on the run. I was very clear about that."

"No, but," Alessandra said and paused to snort some snot back into her nose. She pointed her finger at him and had trouble meeting his eyes. "You said... I heard... You didn't say it, but I know what you meant. You meant for us to be together, forever."

Jamie was almost overwhelmed by her grief and pain. Although she had conspired with her mother to get pregnant with him without his consent, he still felt bad at causing her so much suffering. He was starting to reach his limit, so he decided to leave right away. Coming there for answers had been a colossally bad idea, he now knew. There was just one last thing to do. He reached out with his senses and located the fetishes after a few seconds. They were in the attic.

Jamie concentrated hard and used the Force to telekinetically open the drawer they were in and remove them from it. Laura was hugging her daughter and rubbing her back and trying to console her, while Alessandra wept and shook. Jamie levitated the fetishes down the stairs and used the Force to turn on the stove behind Laura. She didn't notice the fetishes fly past her to land on the lit burner. The hair was burned instantly and the scalp started to scorch. The bone fetishes rattled upon the stove and the air was overwhelmed with the stench of burning hair. Laura turned around, letting go of Alessandra, and screamed something about her father. Jamie was leaving and he didn't even hear it correctly. He no longer cared if she was trying to talk to her dead dad. He was done with it all.

Laura quickly conjured and let loose a spell that covered the stovetop in ice, but it was too little, too late. The gas fire burned on, destroying the scalp and some of the leather fetishes, as well. She turned on the tap and tried to fill a glass with water to extinguish the fire before she thought of switching off the burner. After she did that, she doused the fire with a simple spell and surveyed the damage done. Some of the fetishes were destroyed and the rest were now only fit to be used by a Jonathan. She could no longer use them. She looked to her daughter, shivering naked in the kitchen and sobbing miserably. She hugged her and joined in her tears.

Jamie drove to the beginning of Aldo's street and parked in his usual spot. He went to the store and unlocked it with the Force. He finished all the work they had pending, also using the Force, and took out a big sheet of paper. He set it on the counter and took up a pen. He didn't know how to tell the man that he was leaving. He knew Aldo was spending his Sunday with a widow in the neighboring village. He didn't know her name, or address and going there to search the whole place for him and interrupt their private time just felt worse than saying goodbye by note, out of the blue.

Finally, Jamie simply wrote that he was grateful for everything Aldo had taught him and that he will cherish the time they spent together. He then paraphrased the Dead Parrot Sketch by repeatedly denying the fact that he was leaving and listing a dozen flimsy excuses for no longer working at the store, such as contracting the lazy bug. He ended the letter by claiming that he wasn't actually leaving the shop, but rather, entering the world championship on How Not To Be Seen, with the hope of winning it. He grinned. Aldo would appreciate the letter. He finished it with, "Farewell, Aldo," and signed it.

Jamie checked the time on his phone. It wasn't even noon yet. He had nothing else to do but say goodbye to his mother. The closer the moment of saying goodbye to her came, the more he wanted to convince her to come with him. He got in his car and drove down the narrow streets of the town to go to his mother's home. As he drove and thought of her, he felt her mind and slammed on the brakes. There was no traffic, so he didn't cause an accident. He reached out with his senses and confirmed he was, indeed, sensing her presence nearby. He looked around himself and realized he was just a street over from her boyfriend's street. He drove to the end of the street he was on and drove up her boyfriend's street. He parked in front of the boyfriend's house, behind his mother's Subaru, and confirmed that his mother was inside and not having sex.

He delved into her mind and soon gleaned the fact that she was enjoying a nice, relaxing bubble bath. Her boyfriend and she had come back to town last night and spent it together, here. They were to spend the day as well, until he had to go talk to his brother about something around four, which is when his mother texted she'd be back home. Jamie went inside, not even bothering to knock. The boyfriend was just starting to cook and Jamie snuck past him to get upstairs and talk to his mother.

Lori was lying back in the claw footed tub with her eyes closed. Jamie snuck in and said, "Don't panic, Mom!" Lori was startled, but she settled for giving him a disbelieving stare and then making sure she was covered by the bubbles. "Or, feel free to panic. The thing I always feared has come to pass. Laura has been yapping about me and dozens of people around here know who I am and what kind of trouble I'm in. I'm leaving. Right now. Do you and Suzie want to come with me?"