Sera Ch. 18

"That was... sensational. 'Sensational' doesn't even begin to cover it."

"You were totally sensational," I said, suddenly grinning a bit dreamily back at her, "but, I knew you would be."

She liked this and went to her tip-toes to plant a soft kiss on my chin.

"I love you," she added afterward.

My arm around her waist, I replied, "I love you too, Sheila. You're trouble, but I love you."

She then showed a smile of such innocence, it almost scared me, knowing who it was behind it.

"You know it's true," I said with a short laugh.

"Yeah. ... Look, I want to know what... what that was as soon as we can..."

She glanced at Gina in completion of her sentence and I replied with, "Ashleigh will probably beat me to it. In any case, I have no more idea than you do, beyond what causes it."

She seemed to accept this, at least for the time being, and I gave her a kiss on the forehead before having to get down to business.

"Okay, uh... I'm gonna get a drink that I somehow know I'm really gonna need, then go find Mum. ... Can you do me a huge favour while I'm gone?"

"I'll have her cleaned up, don't worry. It's not like I'm going to want your mother coming here to see either one of us in this state," Sheila correctly guessed, visually appraising the younger woman cooing on the couch before adding, "Other than our height, we're more or less the same size around the hips and bust. She might be a little bigger around if anything, but I've got a skirt and blouse that she can wear. In the meantime, I'll get that drink while you get dressed if you want."

"Thanks, Aunt Sheila."

"You know, at first I hated when you called me that," she reminded as she went to her kitchenette and I started collecting my clothes. "But now, I have to admit that I do like it. You know all the right times to use it."

"I'm fuckin' good like that," I commented with dry humour, trying to distract myself from my betrayal and abuse of poor Gina as Sheila made a couple of drinks.

"'Fuckin' good'? Definitely good fuckin'," she quipped with a wink.

"You too. Like I said, though... I knew you would be."

"Are you sorry you did? What with Kitten, I mean?"

" ... You know, I never really thought of that aspect of it," I said as I sat in her chair to pull my socks on. "I actually only regret that our guest was involved."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Well... I do think you should fuck Kitten. As soon as possible."

I couldn't help smiling at this as she approached, handing me one of the drinks, but after a gulp of its potent contents, I asked, "Why's that?"

"What do you mean, 'why's that?' Don't you want to?"

"Well, yeah."

"So, why wouldn't you? I don't know why you've waited this long. Besides, if she finds out about 'Operation Gina', you'll be lucky if she ever opens her legs for you. Even if she does, Ashleigh will probably have already castrated you for gross insubor-"

"Yup, yup, I get it, will you pass me my pants, thank you very much?"

I was right about how I'd need that drink. Making my way to the library, it helped to keep the memories of my incredible time with the lovely little Ms. Gina Green guilt free. Who'd have thought that sex with Sheila would be the easy part? Definitely the best part. As good as Gina was, Sheila was crazy good, and I wondered all the more at how Kitten would be.

I was headed for the library because, not having answered her apartment door, it was the first place I thought of that I knew Mum haunted. Unfortunately, she wasn't there either. From out in the hallway, the glass wall that looked out upon the rear garden wasn't angled for a view of the pool area, but I decided to first run a quick search of the house's interior before moving it outside.

The staff I ran into were every bit as helpful as they always are when it comes to one family member trying to locate another, (that being not at all) and I tried not to hold it against them, knowing that they were only acting on orders from above. One could only assume that Ashleigh was trying to protect people like Sheila and I, should we get up to what we just had with each other.

In retrospect, I don't even know why I checked the cave, knowing Mum didn't go there, but I did, opening the heavy door and being rewarded with success. Mum was indeed there, slouched on a barstool, her shoulders and arms supporting her pose along the edge of the bar top behind her. Though her red top was intact, her breasts decently behind it and obviously in a bra, she wore no pants or panties, her legs in a V position while Sheldon busily porked her to oblivious, yelping climax.

Not far away, Kitten was chest down on one of the tables, a young servant named Brandon fucking her mouth, the little vixen sucking hungrily as she was pounded fast and furious from behind by Jeffries. The extent of her clothing was a medium blue band of cotton that looked like the shortest mini-skirt in the history of the world. It was riding at her waist,above a tiny thong pulled aside for the day chef's plunging pole, and I was already almost fully hard again by the time I reached the bar.

Mum was the first to notice me. Her cries never stopped, making the expression on her face at seeing me priceless, and I couldn't help but smile, especially now that I knew she was alright after the way she left the family meeting. If her sudden expression of surprise and concern wasn't funny enough, her reaction to my smile finished the job as my dick reached maximum length in my pants.

Brandon's groans became more urgent, his tone rising and finally breaking as he began a jerking ejaculation, dumping his load into Kitten's mouth one pelvic thrust at a time. He kept fucking her face as she swallowed, pushed and jolted by Jeffries from behind as he quickened his pace. She looked as though she was getting pretty close to orgasm as well, and this event only sped her on.

As for myself, I did the only thing I could, that being a visit behind the bar to the refrigerator where the beer was kept. I grabbed a can and, still smiling, came around to sit on the barstool beside the one Mum was getting hammered on. She kept looking at me with this totally incredulous expression, maybe because of how I was smiling but, despite how turned on this unexpected situation had gotten me, that only made me smile all the wider. Exchanging a quick nod of greeting with Sheldon, I looked back to find that Kitten had finally noticed my arrival.

Her mouth was wide open as she gawked, both in lewd ecstasy and total surprise, a thin drizzle of cum and saliva running from her mouth as she held Brandon's softening member. Her eyes were also wide, though fluttering with each pounding thrust from behind. Still staring at me, her thighs spread with her feet in the air, she came violently, crying out over and over. It was so good that the feel of somebody's hand at my fly didn't even register until she was almost done, and by then it was too late. I looked down, a little startled to see Mum's hand in my pants right in front of Kitten.

My smile was gone and, despite what happened at the family meeting, it was now my turn to be in gasping, open mouthed shock when Mum quickly found my meat. I actually jumped when she gripped it, pulling it right out of my pants. It never occurred to me that I could stop her as I watched her lovingly stroke it, causing pre-cum to almost squirt from my tip.

Now Mum was the one who was smiling as I looked back to Kitten. She wasn't smiling. She was just then launching into another climax, making me vaguely wonder what it would be like to have multiple orgasms while Mum's hand suddenly stopped. Her grip tightened and, just as I looked, Sheldon started moaning in a higher tone, cumming straight into my mother's snatch while she watched approvingly.

"Yeaaah! Fuck, yeah, fill me..." she panted.

Slowly, she started pumping my hardened, oversensitive length again, looking back up at me after Sheldon was finished with the sleaziest smile as I shuddered to her knowing hand.

She twitched a little when Sheldon withdrew, then took the hand she'd been stroking my cock with to slowly caress her cum soaked pussy, dipping her fingers in her opening, closing her eyes and still holding herself stable with her other arm on the edge of the bar. I thought her intent was to pleasure herself but, while she did get pleasure out of her own touch, her purpose only became clear when her hand, veritably running with hers and Sheldon's cum, returned to my cock.

My reaction was immediate. First off, she now had lubrication, and the extremely pleasurable sensation of her touch had increased by one hundred percent. The other side of my reaction was stunned disbelief. I could only stare as her dripping hand spread the warm, sticky mixture all up and down my pole.

"Uhhh!!! Muu-!" was all I could say to my other mother's grin, one that, in its own way, was more evil than Sheila's could ever be.

She giggled at me and replied, "It's like I told you back in Saint John, sweetie pie. Mummy likes all kinds of filthy things."

I had nothing to say to this as she continued to stroke me, the wet sounds it made driving me to somewhere between crazy and insane. I even forgot about Kitten, but was reminded again when she appeared at my side. I hadn't noticed her approach in the distraction of what Mum had done, but now there she was, looking at me with a big smile, heavy cumshots around her mouth and cheeks. A particularly large gob ran from her upper lip to her lower one, lingering there before slipping down and into her mouth.

"Auntie!" she almost squealed as she watched her aunt giving her own son a very sloppy hand-job. "You're slutty!"

Mum, first taking a half second to look her niece's face over, sleazily laughed aloud at this. It didn't look like Kitten had much problem with it but, realistically, I suppose I shouldn't have expected she would.

"Uh-hh Oh, f- fuck, Mum..." I actually managed as Kitten giggled.

I was trying to remember what it was that I'd gone there for in the first place, sure it wasn't just for a beer when Kitten bent and started licking my cockhead. Mum took her turn to giggle, her hand staying lower on my shaft, pumping slower in order to hold it there for the younger woman's tongue.

"Suck on it, you little cunt," Mum breathed.

Both kitten and I moaned at this before my head disappeared inside her mouth. She sucked me and the film of Mum's sex all over my hardness, driving my senses to overload. Mum giggled again, massaging my balls as Kitten went lower and lower, practically screwing my slickened dong down her throat as her eyes rolled in her head.

"Oh, yeaaah..." Mum toned, sitting up straight so she could hold and stroke Kitten's Golden brown hair.

"Ohh, gu- uuhhh-hh! Oh, fu-" I expressed.

"Mm-mmmb (slurp) mmbb..." Kitten agreed.

Incredibly, she almost got all of me down her throat. Her subtle choking and slurping sounds almost had me hypnotized as Mum smiled like a slut, stroking Kitten's throat in such as way as I actually felt her fingers.

That's when I came, and it was an eruption of mighty proportions, even for me. Let's just say that it was a good thing Mum had repositioned on her stool, because she was able to grab me before I fell off mine, fixated on Kitten's incredibly desperate expression as my volume jetted and surged straight down her throat.

Kitten

I knew how Stevie came, but I thought I'd have more warning before he did. It happened so fast and there was so much of it that I was overwhelmed almost immediately, having difficulty swallowing with his juicy meat so far down my throat. My gag reflex kicked in, I choked and the little space left in my mouth filled in less than a second. It backed up my nose while it spewed from around my lips, even as I was backing off his length, coughing and choking like a total whore and getting off on it in ways I could never describe.

However, as violent as it was for me, Stevie was completely unhinged. It took him the same time to collect himself as it did me to stop choking and coughing as my sleazy Auntie laughed softly at both of us.

"I... Oh my fuck..." Stevie finally stated in a hollow tone.

"Language, sweetie pie," Auntie giggled while I was still clearing my throat. "You okay, Kitten?"

I nodded, his cum actually running from my nose as he stared at me as though catatonic.

"Was there something we could help you with, hon?" she then asked him, breaking into wild gales of laughter afterward.

I laughed too, this not helping me clear my throat as he continued to sit there looking all stunned. It was so funny and he was so cute just then. After a few seconds, he managed a crooked smile, looking as though he'd just remembered that he did come for a reason before he unsteadily replied.

"Uh, actually, Mum... I'm having a little trouble with that baggage you wanted me to see to, and I need your help."

Still smiling, Auntie looked at him as though she didn't know what he was talking about for a brief moment before she replied.

"Oh. Okay."

She looked at me and her smile returned, an apologetic one as she said, "Kitten, I'm sorry, but I have to bail. Had a lovely time, though. (Giggle!)"

"Awww!" I complained, but with an understanding smile.

"Oh, I'm coming back for you as soon as possible," Stevie assured me with a dazed wink.

On a sudden impulse, I threw my arms around him and gave him a nice, big wet kiss. He voiced an incoherent reaction to this, giving me the opportunity to stick my tongue into his mouth while he struggled. It suddenly occurred to me as to why he'd be struggling, but I stayed on him anyway while his mummy laughed.

Shortly after they left, Jeffries also bade Sheldon and I farewell. I sat at the bar, used and mostly naked while I drank and talked to my reclothed bartender for a while, waiting for Stevie's return.

I got seriously hammered. I remember feeling all sticky at some point and getting off the stool to stagger to the edge of the pool. I sort of just allowed myself to fall in face first, the sudden splashing shock of the body temperature water a relief that I never knew I craved. I just floated there, face down with my arms and legs relaxed, weightless and spread eagled as I stared at the bottom of the pool with a lungful of air.

I thought of that funny smile on Stevie's face when he was leaving, looking back at me the way he was. He was mine. So mine.

Sheila and her daddy. Me and my daddy. Stevie and his mummy. I decided that I would be easier on Sheila. I wanted to explore her, wanted to get off with her, to get off on her.

Floating there, I realized that there was no longer any reason to hide anything, not there with my new family. I only had to hide things in Langley, a life that was looking more and more unrealistic, implausible and so unbefitting of the person I was. Deep down, I'd been worried that Auntie Ashleigh's estate really was a bad influence on me, making me something I'm not. Auntie Kathleen felt the same way, she and I had even discussed it but, in fact, Langley was where I was living the lie. I'd always been the person I was allowed to be at the estate, only forced to behave like somebody else for the propriety of others up until then.

As for this parasite, as Stevie called it, half the time I didn't even think about it while distracted by so many other things. I'd remember it out of the blue, then remember that it was actually true and not some crazy movie, then get all horny and giggly thinking of all the things I could do with it. The strangest part of it all was the duality Stevie had explained to me, that second personality from within that had been present since Auntie opened my eyes. I found it disturbing to think that the real me was on hold somewhere in the back of my mind, but was that any more the 'real me' than the one I was feeding with booze? My fear of sobering up could speak to that, but that wasn't a fear I wanted to face up to just then.

With the last of my oxygen, I stripped out of my thong and halter, rubbed my face and stood up in four feet of water, brushing my hair back with my hands, gulping air and eying Sheldon's shirt.