Unblended Ch. 05

With Jackie's help, I assembled the required cookware and started prepping breakfast. I noticed a nod of approval as I laid out the bacon on a baking rack in a half-sheet pan before throwing it in the oven to start roasting. Tanya wandered in at that point, her hair wrapped in a towel and wearing a silk robe similar to her mother's. Michiko handed her a cup of coffee before heading back to check on Tessa. Tanya took a long drag of the warm brew before sitting next to her mom and receiving a light peck on her forehead. As I started mixing the pancake batter, they started talking quietly amongst themselves, and it was pretty clear they were exactly as close as Tanya had mentioned the previous evening. They had an easy familiarity about them, sipping coffee and talking over the night's events, that reminded me of my own relationship with my parents. Granted, I wasn't in the habit of sharing partners with them, but I was almost certain Jackie and Tanya only said that to get a rise out of me. Maybe.

Assembling breakfast went pretty quickly, and I had both the pancake batter and egg mixture for omelets resting as the bacon cooked. I poured myself a glass of punch, waiting on the griddle pan and the skillet I'd picked for the eggs to come to temp.

"You do this often?" Tanya asked, impressed.

"Every Sunday," I said, "Mama and I started trading off cooking duties last year when I started getting serious."

"What a nice young man, cooking for his parents!" Jackie cooed, elbowing Tanya in her boob. "You've got a real winner here, baby girl."

"I know," Tanya said, "he's something else."

I could feel myself blushing as I sliced mushrooms. Tanya and Jackie continued chatting, and I heard Tanya mention the incident with Melissa Bourne. I was still worried about what kind of fallout to expect, but Jackie seemed to think we'd be okay.

"Honestly, Ace," she said thoughtfully, "I'm surprised you stepped in at all, after your trouble with Stacy."

"It wasn't about me," I responded, moving the mushrooms into a skillet to saute, "Melissa's still a uni, and she clearly didn't want anything to do with them. If I can be a distraction for her, I'm gonna do it. I'm just glad I didn't start a fight and wreck your house."

"You looked about ready for it," Tanya said, "remind me never to piss you off."

I smirked as I added the mushrooms to a waiting skillet to saute. An arm wrapped around my waist as Tessa appeared, kissing me on the cheek. "Morning," she said, nuzzling into my neck. She stayed by my side for a bit as I kept the mushrooms moving in the skillet.

"Sleep okay?" I asked quietly, and Tessa nodded with a pleasant sigh.

"I heard you and Michi had a little fun this morning," she said with a smirk, to which I nodded.

"Does she let you wash her hair?" I asked. "I wasn't expecting that, it was so nice."

"Yeah, we do it all the time," she replied. I gave her a sideways glance as she waggled her eyebrows. "I was surprised how close we get doing that together."

"Like baring your soul a little, right?" Tessa nodded and smiled.

"Hey!" Michiko said, having taken a spot at the table. "Can we get some service, please? We're starving!"

Tessa kissed me on the cheek before pouring a glass of juice and sitting next to Michi. I kicked into short-order mode and got some pancakes and an omelet rolling. As those items cooked, I pulled the pan of bacon out of the oven: I had timed it perfectly, the strips taking on a light orange color at the edges of the fat. I placed the pan on a rack to cool before returning to the range, and a chorus of moving chairs presaged the vultures descending on the fresh kill.

"Come on!" I whined, my back to the feeding frenzy. "Leave some for me, at least!"

"Oh my god," Michiko said rapturously, "this is so good."

"Mmm-mmm!" Jackie moaned. "You can come by and cook for us any day, if it's anything like this!"

"You're about to find out," I said, plating the first round of pancakes and getting the next batch started. Based on the immediate orgasmic response from Tanya's mom, they were pretty good.

*****

I wasn't sure there would be any breakfast left for me by the time I was done cooking, so I really appreciated Tessa feeding me bites of her pancakes and bacon as I worked. Cooking breakfast for a group of people relied on establishing a steady rhythm, and I swayed between portioning and cooking the pancakes on the griddle and omelets or scrambled eggs in the skillet. The heat from the range felt good, and I was having a blast cooking and adding to the conversation at the table when I could. When the last of the pancake batter finished cooking and everyone confirmed they were set for eggs, I made myself a cheese omelet and shut the burners off.

"Thank you for breakfast," Tanya said as I sat down next to her.

"Holy shit, Ace," Tessa said, "that was so good!"

"Thank you for hosting," I responded, turning to plant a kiss on Tanya's cheek.

"Ahem," Jackie said, leaning over past Tanya and presenting her cheek, getting laughs from everyone as I kissed her cheek as well.

"Thank you, Mrs. Peterson."

"You're very welcome, Ace! You all can come by anytime, by the way," she said, turning to the girls.

"Oh, don't worry," Tessa said, "you'll be sick of us before long."

I was about halfway through my eggs when my phone started singing "Breaking The Law". I excused myself and stepped into the foyer to answer it.

"Hey, Mom."

"Andrew, I'm sorry to call you so early, but I just got off the phone with one of the other partners at the firm. What happened at Tanya's party last night?"

I was a little surprised that she'd already heard about it, moreso that it came from another member of the firm. "Melissa Bourne was getting some unwanted attention from Rhonda Harding and Casey Martinez, and I stepped in to distract them. They eventually left, Donna Mulgrew and I took Melissa home, and Donna talked to her mom about it. Tanya and Stacy Keebler called their football coach to let her know, as well, and she said she'd talk to the principal. That's all I know."

I heard Mom sigh, that wasn't a good sign. "That tracks. Do you know who initiated that attention?"

"No, Melissa texted me after she'd locked herself in the bathroom, I didn't see it start."

"Alright. When can you get home? Janice is bringing her client over to discuss some things and they'll want to talk to you. Janice's daughter, as well, to apologize for her behavior towards you."

"Of course. I need to help clean up, but I'll get home soon as I can."

"Thank you. Drive safe, huh?"

"Yes, Mom. Love you."

We hung up, and I realized the situation had gotten a lot more complicated. I walked back into the kitchen, and my face must have not been arranged properly as the girls all voiced concern.

"What happened?" Tanya asked.

"I forgot that Casey Martinez's mom recently made partner at my mom's law firm," I said. "She's going to see Mom about what happened last night, and Mom asked me to be there for it."

"Oh shit," Tessa said, "that's right."

"That's not good," Michiko said.

"Maybe, maybe not. Casey's going as well, she wants to apologize to me?"

"If she thinks that's gonna save her spot on the team..." Tanya said menacingly.

"Anyway, could I get some help with the dishes? The sooner I clean up, the sooner I can go."

Jackie started cackling wildly. "Are you for real?"

"Uh, yes? I always clean up after breakfast."

"Ace," Michiko sighed, "that's your moms getting free labor out of you."

"Yeah," Tessa agreed, "the cook never cleans up afterwards in our houses."

"Same here," Tanya said. "You go ahead, I can take Michi and Tess home later."

It took a few more minutes of arguing before they convinced me I didn't have to clean, and I still felt a little weird about it as I left for home. I did receive a round of kisses from everyone before I did, which was nice. And a little weird when Jackie slipped her tongue past my lips, but it was a nice kiss regardless.

*****

A brief word about my mother, Veronica Wayne: graduated from Yale (grandma's Alma mater), promptly attended and graduated from Harvard Law (grandpa's Alma mater) focusing on contract and IP law, met my father (now mama), got married, lived in Germany for a bit while Mama was deployed there, settled down in Stonehaven when she became pregnant with me, founded Harper, Price, & Wayne with two law school friends soon afterwards. Highly regarded by the community. Sci-fi and vinyl nerd. Devoted wife and mother. Stone-cold fox: 6' even, slightly squared jaw, brunette pixie cut, brown eyes, lithe figure, C-cup boobs (presumably).

When I got home, Mom greeted me in the kitchen. She was wearing a cream-colored blouse and a blue knee-length skirt and seated with a cup of coffee.

"How bad is it?" I asked, to which Mom sighed.

"I think Casey's in for it. We won't know for certain until tomorrow, but I understand this isn't the first time she and Rhonda have been overly aggressive towards girls. We'll see how Mrs. Bourne feels."

"Mrs. Bourne is Mrs. Martinez's client?!" This got very complicated very quickly.

Mom nodded. "Janice has been handling her divorce, to which I say good riddance. I'd appreciate you keeping that to yourself, by the way."

"Of course. I didn't know Melissa's parents were splitting up."

"It's a mess. I won't go into details, but you'll probably figure it out once you meet Mrs. Bourne."

"Mama out on the links?" I asked. Sunday was Mama's usual day to golf with her Marine buddies, especially now before all the courses would close for the winter.

"Yes, probably for the best she not be around for this. You know how she gets."

With that, the doorbell rang. Mom got up to get the door, and I headed into the living room to wait. After a moment, Mom came in with our guests. Janice Martinez was a short woman, maybe about 5' 8", and her conservative suit masked her figure a bit. She introduced Jessica Bourne, and Mom was right about deducing the cause for her divorce proceedings: Mrs. Bourne was at least 6' 4" in loose-fitting slacks. She wore an elegant pink blouse under a black cardigan, which set an impressive bust off nicely. I was certain that Mrs. Bourne blending likely didn't sit well with the ultra-conservative Mr. Bourne, leading to their current marital status.

Casey followed them in, her dark brown hair pulled back into a ponytail and wearing a track suit in school colors. Her eyes were puffy and a little red, likely from a recent cry, and I was struck by how pretty Casey was even in this state. Which made her behavior even more unfortunate. She sat down near me on the couch as the older women arranged themselves around the living room.

"It's nice to see you again, Ace," Mrs. Martinez started, "I'm sorry it's not under better circumstances."

"Thank you, ma'am," I responded, "I'm sorry I couldn't work out for you at the firm."

"I think you would have worked out a little too well," she said, chuckling, "but we can talk about that some other time. Casey?"

I turned to Casey, who seemed uncomfortable but otherwise resolved as her eyes dropped to her lap. "Ace, I'm sorry for what I did last night at Tanya's. I shouldn't have talked to you or Melissa that way, and I shouldn't have tried to force myself on either of you. I will respect your boundaries in the future, and I'm ready to accept the consequences of my actions."

It seemed a little scripted, but given that her mom was an attorney, that wasn't surprising. When she finished, though, she looked up at me and started to tear up. "Ace, I'm really sorry," she said quietly, and the tone of her voice convinced me that she knew she'd fucked up and was being sincere.

That really got me. I like to think that I'm pretty receptive to my and others' emotions, but seeing Casey like this hit my heart in a way I wasn't expecting. I reached out and looked a question to Casey. When she nodded, I took her hand in mine.

"Hey, I get it," I said. "I'm not saying what you did wasn't wrong or out of your control, but I know neither Melissa or I helped that situation by our very existence. I forgive you, and I hope the hammer doesn't come down too hard." I chanced a glance at the adults, and they all seemed to be regarding me with varying levels of approval. "I don't like your chances making the starting line Friday," I added, "but actions have consequences."

That got a laugh out of Casey, and I felt a swell of pride at helping defuse the situation a little. "Yeah, no kidding. I'll be lucky if Coach doesn't have me killed."

"Thank you, Casey," Mrs. Martinez said. "We need to have a talk with Ace, would you mind waiting in the car?"

Casey nodded. "Thanks for hearing me out," she said before she stood and left.

I turned back to the adults, who had started discussing the likely consequences. Casey's football career was likely over, and there might be a suspension in the works as well. Before long, they asked me to recount the evening's events from my perspective, and I did so as best I could. I left nothing out, though I downplayed Casey putting her hand on my shoulder as more of a "hey, work with us buddy" move rather than trying to guide me anywhere. Unlike Rhonda grabbing my shoulders from behind. When I finished, my mom and Mrs. Martinez asked me about how Casey looked through the encounter, how her voice sounded, and I gathered from the line of questioning that they were maybe trying to shift some of the blame to Rhonda forcing Casey into it.

As the discussion progressed, I slowly became aware of the three women's individual scents making their presences known. It was difficult for me to pick out specific aromas, but I could tell that Mrs. Bourne was chiefly floral, Mom was warm spices, and Mrs. Martinez was very citrusy. I was a little surprised I could identify which person smelled like what, and I wondered if I could train my nose to be even more sensitive. Pondering that as well as answering questions from them kept my mind off the fact that I was slowly getting exceptionally horny.

After about a further hour of discussion, they thanked me for my help in understanding what happened and rose to leave. Mrs. Bourne asked if she could give me a hug, which I gladly accepted. As we did so, she whispered that she and Melissa both appreciated what I did, and I replied that it was nothing. I shook Mrs. Martinez's hand appropriately, receiving a warm smile in return, and they took their leave. Mom dropped back into the armchair with a sigh, she looked exhausted.

"What a mess," she said, rubbing her temples. She looked like she could use a good shoulder rub, so I moved behind the chair and started applying gentle pressure in the appropriate manner.

"Oh," she moaned, "that is just what I need."

"Relax, Mom," I said, "I've got you."

I spent ten minutes working the tension out of Mom's shoulders and back, and she let me know I was doing a good job with increasingly intense moans. I tried to get her to talk about what might happen with Casey, but she felt it wouldn't be right to discuss anything further until they new what the school would do.

I started to feel very warm, the effect of getting so turned on and not being able to do anything about it. I further realized that Mom was having a strong effect on me that I'd been avoiding for a few days. Looking past her shoulder, I saw a tent start to rise beneath her skirt, so my own unique biology was having a similar effect on her.

"Mmm," she said when I hit a particularly tough knot, "right there, Andrew, that's nice."

I leaned into it a bit to work on it, and I placed light kisses on the back of her neck. I knew I was going down a dangerous road, but I really wanted to help Mom relax. Also, the thought of really taking care of her was making me incredibly hot, and I slightly regretted not going down on her in the car. Complicating things further were my witnessing the Foster twins going at it under the bleachers and Tanya and Jackie's casual hints that maybe they were also that close. Those thoughts blurred the line that I was fast approaching, and I had to wonder if it would really be that bad.

"I love you, Mom," I whispered in her ear, "I love helping you feel good."

"You do, Ace," she whispered back, and my cock lurched in my pants when she called me that. "Such a good boy."

"I want to help you feel amazing. Will you let me?"

"Oh, Ace, what do you want to do?"

The point of no return. I saw the line, knowing what might happen if I crossed it, and gleefully threw myself across.

"Mom, I wanna suck your cock."

"Oh, GOD!" Mom turned her head to lock her lips on mine, and our tongues clashed in a passionate kiss. She quickly pulled her skirt up, revealing her hard cock, and I swung around the armchair to kneel between her legs and take the head into my mouth. She was actually smaller than me, surprisingly; I could easily take her 6 1/2 inches after my training for Tessa and Michi's larger endowments, and my immediate deepthroating had an incredible reaction.

"Yes, Ace, suck Mommy's cock! Oh, it's so good!"

I hungrily devoured Mom's cock and the constant stream of precum that leaked as I bobbed and sucked. I switched between sucking, licking her length, taking her balls into my mouth, and probing her soaked pussy with my tongue, and I loved all of it. Mom did as well, as she kept up a stream of the filthiest language I'd ever heard from her.

"Fuck, Ace, your mouth is heavenly. I should have asked for this that day in the car, I want to cum down your throat so badly. Would you like that? You want to swallow every drop of Mommy's hot cum? It's all for you, baby, suck it out of me, please!"

I was just about ready to cum myself, but pushed that climax down by focusing on pleasuring Mom's dick. She tasted like cinnamon and nutmeg and I was crazy for it, taking her as deeply into my throat as she would go to press my nose into her and lose myself in her intoxicating aroma. Before long, she grabbed my head and started thrusting into my mouth, my gag reflex sufficiently suppressed to allow the intense action. I grabbed onto the chair as Mom fucked my face, and it didn't take long before she screamed in ecstasy and flooded me with cum. She pulled back until just the head was still in my mouth, allowing me to savor her copious issue as I swallowed. She tasted just like the best frosted cinnamon roll I'd ever eaten, warming and spicy. It felt so good sliding down my throat, I started moaning along with her, and I looked up to see Mom looking at me with a combination of deep love and intense lust.

Once the flood had stemmed, Mom pulled me up to kiss me, sucking the dregs of her spend from my mouth hungrily. I slid into her lap and our kissing soon became tender and loving as Mom came down from the high. I felt extremely close to her, and I was so happy she shared herself with me that way. I was also still very horny, but that didn't matter nearly as much.

"That was so nice," Mom said, placing her forehead against mine for a moment before pulling back and giving me a worried look. She put the back of her hand against my forehead, and her frown deepened. "Andrew, why are you so hot?"

"Good genetics," I quipped, finally noticing that, yeah, I was extremely warm. "It's okay, this happened at school. I just need to get off before I overheat."

"WHAT happened at school?" Mom asked. I stood up and started taking off my shirt on my way upstairs, and Mom followed me.

"I'm still not sure. One minute, I was super horny and burning up, and the next, I was jerking off in the bathroom. I felt a lot better afterwards, but when I told Dr. Schneider about it, she said to track my temp if it happened again."

I found the IR thermometer Nurse Carter gave me in my room and took my temp. The readout was facing Mom, and her face paled when the display lit up. I flipped it around to see it had registered a 100.3.