Three Square Meals Ch. 088

"We're both sleeping with all of them!" Calara declared rather defensively.

Maria shook her head in amusement. "You really have come out of your shell since you joined John, haven't you, sweetheart?" She flashed a teasing smile at her daughter and added pertly, "They're the most gorgeous women I've ever seen, especially those Maliri twins... I really don't blame you."

"Mom!" Calara blurted out, blushing with embarrassment.

"Coming out of your shell isn't the only thing that's changed with you though, is it Callie?" Her eyes narrowed as she studied her daughter. "You were always a very pretty girl, but now you're flawlessly beautiful and that's not just a mother's pride talking. You've grown several inches taller and increased a few cup sizes... It all leaves me wondering if you and these other girls are going through full-bodysculpt procedures?"

John shook his head and replied firmly, "No, nothing like that."

"But you don't deny there's something going on?" Maria asked, leaning forward as she looked at them sharply.

Calara sat up straight and ignored her mother for a moment as she said to John, "Is it alright to go over everything that happened to me?"

He nodded, appraising Maria with a careful eye. "You're her daughter, she has a right to know."

Rising from the sofa, Calara walked across to sit next to her mother. She clasped Maria's hands in her own and said softly, "Do you remember when I was captured by pirates about six months ago?"

"Do I remember?!" Maria exclaimed with a pained frown. "When I heard you went missing was one of the worst moments of my life!"

Calara squeezed her mother's hands in sympathy. "When John saved my life and I was recovering in Port Heracles, I didn't tell you exactly what happened, because I didn't want you to worry. The pirates hurt me badly... I'd been beaten and whipped..."

Maria looked horrified and flung her arms around her daughter. "My poor baby!"

"It should have taken months for me to recover and the doctors warned me that the scars on my back would never fully heal. I would have been left physically and mentally scarred for life," Calara explained, while hugging her mother. She pulled back and smiled at John. "That's when Alyssa asked me to join her and John on the Invictus."

Alyssa's voice breezed through John's mind. *She wants to show her mother the pictures of her injuries. Can you call Faye and get her to project them from your watch?*

John frowned at Calara and asked, "Are you sure? It'll be hard for Maria to see that..."

Calara gave him a firm nod in return, so John pressed a button on his watch calling Faye on the Invictus. A brief conversation ended with the sprite transmitting the relevant files and John's finger hovered over the display button, a grimace on his face as he looked at Maria.

"I want to see..." she said firmly, but he caught a hint of trepidation in her eyes.

John pressed the button, and the holo-projection sprang to life, zoomed in to show Calara's horrifically scarred back. She was crisscrossed with vicious whip marks that had cut deep into her skin. After a few seconds, the picture changed to show Calara's haunted face, with her broken nose and horrible bruising from the beating she'd taken at the hands of the pirates.

Maria's eyes opened wide with horror, a tear rolling down her cheek as she covered her mouth with her hands. "Oh my God!"

"This was taken a few weeks after I was rescued. I looked even worse when John saved me from the pirates," Calara said sombrely. She turned and unzipped the back of her summer dress, revealing her flawless olive skin. "He healed me when I joined his crew, removing the physical scars and helping me overcome the mental ones."

Her mother's hands drifted over Calara's back, feeling the smooth unblemished skin beneath her fingertips. She didn't have to be a doctor to realise that no ordinary medical procedure had healed her daughter.

"How?" Maria asked, staring at John in awe.

John knelt on the floor in front of her, clasping her hands in his. "Jack told me before that he'd looked into my background, so I'm sure you know I'm not Terran; it's obvious from my ears. My mother was, but my father was something else entirely... an ancient species that predates Terran history. They're known as Progenitors..."

"Progenitors?" Maria asked in a hushed whisper. "I've never even heard of them!"

He let out a heavy sigh. "You deserve to know the truth... about the man your daughter is with and what we're facing..."

With Calara's help, John told Maria about everything they'd discovered about Progenitors, how they had shaped this part of the galaxy then nearly destroyed it. He told her about their ability to control and dominate women, then described his own struggles to fight against his nature and his determination to make sure that the girls were safe and free from that influence. Finally, he explained what had happened with their expeditions into alien territory and their fight to stop the other Progenitor's plans - including the traitors within the Admiralty and the real story behind the Battle of Regulus.

Maria sat silently through the whole thing, her face going from shock to horror until it settled on one of profound sympathy. She fell into his arms, wrapping him in a tight hug as John looked up at Calara in surprise.

"You poor, dear man," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion as she embraced him fiercely. "You're carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders... hundreds of worlds in fact..."

There was nothing sexual in that embrace, just a deep sense of maternal care, one that was as comforting as it was unfamiliar. John closed his eyes and hugged her back, finding tremendous solace in her arms that permeated down to the depths of his soul. He felt some of the burden of responsibility lifting for a moment, if only for a little while and he felt truly grateful to the kind woman who hugged him as if he were her own son.

Maria eventually pulled back and said softly, "I understand why you've kept this a secret... people aren't ready to know the truth. On behalf of humanity, for everything you're trying to do to protect us... Thank you."

John gave her an embarrassed smile. "You're quite welcome." He glanced up at Calara, who was watching them with a gentle smile on her face, then turned back to Maria. "You're not worried, or upset about your daughter being with a man like me?"

Placing a tender kiss on his cheek, Maria replied, "How can you ask that? After everything you've done for her? For all of us?" She laughed and shook her head. "No, of course I'm not upset."

"But you are worried?" he asked, catching her omission.

She cupped his face in her hands and stared into his eyes. "Yes, but not because of you. It's a mother's prerogative to worry about her childrens' safety and as much as I trust you and know you'll do anything to keep her safe, you're still preparing for war."

Feeling immensely relieved, he met her probing gaze. "I promise I'll do everything I can to keep Calara safe. I'd love to be able to tell you that I'll keep her out of danger completely, but I need her for what's coming. We don't stand a chance without her."

"My Calara, fighting to save the galaxy..." Maria said, turning to look up at her daughter with pride shining in her eyes. "I love you so much!"

Calara sank down to the carpet beside them, hugging her mother as she blurted out, "I love you, too!"

They stayed like that for a long moment before Maria glanced at John with a playful smile teasing her lips. "It's fortunate Jack and the boys aren't here. We'd both have some explaining to do if they caught us like this!"

John flushed, suddenly painfully aware of the attractive Latina straddling his knees, his arms wrapped around her alluring frame. Using every ounce of willpower, he tried to stave off an erection, knowing that there was no way he'd be able to survive the embarrassment.

Releasing her, he said awkwardly, "I better let you go, hadn't I?"

She gave him a coy smile. "Don't get me wrong, I'm quite comfortable here... a little too comfortable perhaps."

Calara smirked at her mother and rose to her feet, offering them both a hand. John and Maria stood at the same time looking into each other's eyes.

"Thank you for everything you said... and the hug," John said, his tone sincere. "It meant a lot, more than you know."

"I was a Communications Officer, I know exactly how much impact a well-chosen word or action can have," she replied, giving him a warm smile. "Especially when they come from the heart."

John returned her smile and then put his arm around Calara. "Thank you for being so understanding, it was a tremendous relief."

Maria's eyes twinkled as she said, "Talking of which, lunch probably isn't for another thirty minutes yet..." She glanced at her daughter and suggested airily, "Why don't you show him your room, dear, I'm sure you'd both enjoy that."

John coughed to cover his embarrassment, while Calara blushed furiously. "Mom!" she exclaimed, looking mortified. "What is it with you and Alyssa? Are you determined to make me blush like a beetroot?!"

Her mother laughed and waved a hand dismissively. "Don't be prudish, Callie, it's not becoming. I've got a husband and three grown sons, I know exactly how the naughty male mind works." She leaned forward and added in a conspiratorial whisper, "Before your father and I were married, he stayed over one night at my parents' house and we christened my old bedroom. Your grandparents were none the wiser, but I'm sure me knowing won't do anything to dampen John's ardour!"

John couldn't help laughing at her brazen suggestion and shook his head. "Thanks for the very... accommodating... offer, but that's probably not a good idea."

Calara's eyes narrowed and she grabbed his hand. "No, she's right. Let's go!"

"But... what about you spending time with your mother?" John protested, trying to think of any way to dissuade the young Latina, well aware of the... after-effects of an intimate liaison.

"Don't worry about me," Maria replied, a teasing smile on her face. She shook her head in wonder, as she continued, "I want to find out more about those gorgeous Maliri girls you brought to my house!"

Calara dragged John away and said over her shoulder, "They're basically princesses. Ask them about their Queen and King..."

"Thank you, I will!" Maria exclaimed, sounding quite fascinated. She waved at John playfully as he disappeared through the door. "You two have fun!"

"What are you thinking?" John asked Calara in a hushed voice, following after her as she marched upstairs with a firm grip on his hand. "Surely I don't need to remind you how you'll look if we do this?!"

Calara stopped on the landing, turning to look at him with an irritated expression on her face. "My mother's so condescending about sex! I've been hearing how she knows everything about the male psyche for years!"

John frowned at her dubiously. "Even so, I don't think-"

A bright gleam appeared in Calara's sultry brown eyes and one look at her expression silenced his objections. The Latina pushed her bedroom door open and backed into the room, her smouldering gaze quickly tenting his trousers. As soon as they were both inside, she moulded herself against him, kissing him passionately.

"I used to lie awake in here at night, dreaming of meeting a handsome hero who'd rescue me and sweep me off my feet..." she purred, guiding him back to the bed. "You want to make all my dreams come true, don't you?"

"What's got into you?" he asked in surprise.

She grinned at him as she started unbuckling his belt. "You, in about a minute!"

*It'll be alright,* Alyssa murmured, sounding very turned on. *I've been snooping in Maria's mind... she's a very naughty girl.*

Throwing caution to the wind, John quickly stripped off, grinning back at Calara as she stepped out of her heels and unzipped her dress. She was naked in no time, moving lithely onto the queen-sized bed and waiting on all fours, giving him a hooded glance over her shoulder and fluttering her long lashes. "How do you want me?"

*If you take her like that, you can pretend she's Maria!* Alyssa hissed with excitement.

John was shocked - and admittedly turned on - by her lewd suggestion. *No way! I can't believe you suggested I do that to your girlfriend!*

Alyssa's melodic laughter echoed through his mind. *It was Calara's idea!*

Calara winked at him, a lusty smile on her face. "I've seen the way you two look at each other. Don't bother denying you haven't thought about it..."

John slapped her lightly on the rump so as not to make too much noise. "On your back, you little minx. I can see Alyssa's been rubbing off on you..."

She flipped over as she obediently followed his instructions. "She definitely rubs me the right way!" she said with a giggle.

He laughed, shaking his head with amusement as he climbed onto the bed. "I like this side of your personality. You should let her out to play more often!"

Calara spread her thighs wide for him in invitation and he could see how wet and ready she was for him. Still, he wanted to show his appreciation for her... thoughtfulness. Knowing how much she enjoyed his strength, he held her thighs apart with a firm grip, making her moan with lust. Planting light kisses on her silky-smooth thighs, he teased his way upwards, alternating between flicks of his tongue and teasing nibbles with his teeth. She was arching her back and moaning by the time he reached her pussy and her thighs began to tremble as he kissed her pouting labia. He'd barely started lapping away at her before her thighs clenched and she climaxed.

"I'm cumming!" she cried out, her legs trying to clamp together.

John pinned her to the bed and moved his searching tongue higher, licking her clit to trigger a second orgasm when the first had started to wane. He released his tight grip on her splayed thighs as that climax abated, but it was only so he could slide two fingers into her. Crooking them and making a come-hither gesture, he began to rub her g-spot as he lapped at her clit, making her shriek as she orgasmed for a third time. This one was far more intense, and Calara sobbed with ecstasy as her body quivered with pleasure.

He moved up her then, lining up his throbbing cock with her sopping pussy and sliding all the way home in one long thrust. She was pliant and ready, her body yielding to his huge girth as he drove his way in. Calara clung to him and moaned with desire, her expression one of pure joy as he filled her.

"Was that what you dreamed about?" he asked, cradling her head in his hands and giving her a tender kiss.

Calara let out a deeply satiated sigh and shook her head, gazing at him with a reverent look in her eyes. "I had no idea it could ever be this good..."

"It's about to get even better," he said confidently as he started to move.

When he began to thrust into her, she wrapped herself around him, pulling him down to her heaving chest. She placed her lips at his ear and murmured, "I want to show you what it's going to be like fucking your wife." Her smile was reflected in her voice as she corrected herself, "Your wives..."

"What do you mean?" he asked, twisting his head to look at her curiously.

"Shh, just ride me and concentrate on my soft warm body wrapped around you," she purred in encouragement. "I'm just here to give you pleasure, my strong, handsome husband..."

He caught the look of delight in her eyes when he did as she requested, taking her hands and pinning them to the mattress above her head. "Like that?" he asked, finding her enthusiasm contagious.

"That's perfect, my hero," she moaned in his ear.

Her voice trembled with excitement as she got more turned on, her hips undulating in time to his thrusts, ensuring full penetration with each driving motion. All the while she whispered her love and encouragement in his ear, telling him how proud she was of him, how blessed she'd be when he chose to give her a baby. She was cradling him between her thighs, her long slender legs rubbing against his flanks and lower back as she urged him onwards.

Soon he was pounding into her as she clung to him. Her back arched as she came repeatedly, her soft cries of pleasure replaced her loving litany of praise, but sounding even sweeter. Calara's nipples were erect and he could feel those hard points rubbing against his chest as she gasped for breath. She was so lithe and beautiful, her stunning athletic body wrapped tightly around him as she begged him to cum in her fertile womb.

"I'm cumming!" he snorted, intertwining his fingers with hers and clenching hands as he hunched deep inside her.

"I can feel it!" Calara sobbed, staring at him with glazed eyes.

His taut quad trembled as his balls began to pump a steady stream of spunk into her youthful depths. It didn't take long until her belly began to expand as he filled her, the lovely olive-toned skin stretching to house the several pints of cum he was blasting into her body. Calara's pussy gripped his length, her internal muscles rippling around his shaft and milking him dry. He released her hands as he shifted position, allowing her more room to grow.

"That's right, give me everything you've got," she groaned, her hands stroking her rapidly expanding tummy.

When he was done, he eased out of her and crashed onto the bed beside her, being careful not to fall onto the floor. Her bed was a mere fraction of the size of the one aboard the Invictus, so it took some careful manoeuvring to spoon behind her.

He wrapped her in his arms, placing a hand on her sperm-packed abdomen and gently caressing her. "That was incredible," he said appreciatively, kissing her shoulder.

"Will I make a good wife?" she asked, turning to look at him, her dark brown eyes softening with the depth of her love.

"I can't decide if you're going to be a better wife, or mother to our children," he said, giving her a tender kiss. "Actually, that's not true. I know you're going to be equally wonderful at both."

She snuggled into his arms, a blissful, serene expression on her beautiful face. They cuddled together in the afterglow for a few minutes before reluctantly getting out of bed to use the ensuite shower. It was a relatively tight fit, especially with Calara's gravid form, but they managed to clean themselves off without bumping heads.

"It's a good job Alyssa makes all our clothes out of stretchable material," Calara said with a cute giggle as she did up her summer dress. The material bulged obscenely over her hugely swollen belly, fitting snugly to her glorious curves.

John admired her for a moment while getting dressed himself, then gave her a worried frown. "If you go down there like that, you're going to give your mother a heart attack!"

"She's got '...a husband and three grown sons'," Calara parroted back with a mischievous grin. "There's nothing she hasn't seen before..."

He rolled his eyes at her then said firmly to Alyssa, *Have Rachel on standby. I'm serious, this is going to be a hell of a shock.*

*You worry too much,* his blonde Matriarch replied, a playful lilt in her voice. *Tashana and Irillith have finished lunch and it smells delicious. Do you want to have Calara feed Tashana while we eat?*

John rubbed his hand over his face. *You're loving this, aren't you?*

*Whatever do you mean?* Alyssa asked, almost managing to sound sincere.

Calara slid her dainty feet back into her heels and glided across the room despite the heavy weight rounding out her abdomen. Slipping her arm around his, she arched an eyebrow. "Shall we?"

John stopped her for a moment and kissed her. "That was wonderful, thank you."

Her impish grin disappeared for a moment and she lovingly returned the kiss. "I love you a little bit more every day, Vice Admiral," she murmured, her breath catching.