Unblended Ch. 10

Author's notes: Hi everyone, and welcome to chapter 10! I'm likely as surprised as you at how much I've enjoyed writing this story and seeing where these characters are going, and I hope you'll enjoy reading it just as much.

As always, this continuing story is based on the setting created by icedragonmo3 in their story The Blending (located at https://www.literotica.com/s/the-blending). It contains lots of characters of intersex gender with exaggerated proportions, oral sex, anal sex, multiple cumshots, cum swallowing, polyamorous relationships, incestuous relationships, sudden bouts of maturity, and a divisive stance on chicken and dumplings.

As always, all persons participating in sexual activities or described in a sexual manner are at least 18 years of age. All characters, locations, web sites, and scenarios presented here are a work of fiction, and any resemblance to real-world people and places is coincidental.

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Saturdays in the Wayne household tended to be pretty free form. Mom would sometimes catch up on paperwork, either at home or the office. Mama would cue up something on the hi-fi and work through edits to her Sunday column or get a head start on future pieces. I generally slept in, played video games, hung out on the chat server with the girls, and messed around in the kitchen for lunch. However, given my new job taking up my a good chunk of my weekends, I needed to plan scenarios for the Shining Empire campaign. Thus, it happened that we were all in the living room listening to Quadrophenia as we worked on things. I got the usual amount of guff from Mama as I carted in a stack of books and set up on the floor by Mom. It felt like forever since we had all been in one room sharing parallel time like that, even with my self-imposed exile of the past year.

"Where's Denise?" I asked. I was a little surprised to see her missing, my impression was she had responded favorably to my parents inviting her to move in. The look on Mom's face seemed to reflect that, but also some uncertainty.

"She went home to get some things. She's not entirely sold on giving up her townhouse yet, so we're figuring things out."

"You interested in bein' a 'fringe perk'?" Mama asked me with a snicker. "Might bring her over faster."

"Betty!" Mom said in lawyer-voice, which got us both laughing.

"I was under the impression that Denise was off-limits," I said, turning to look at Mom and pitching my voice up, "but I'll do whatever helps make you happy, Mommy." I gave her a wide smile, and she bit her lip as her eyes glazed over a little.

"Ooh," Mama said, "that's playin' dirty, Slick."

"Seriously, though, if I can help in any non-sexual way," I said, glaring at Mama, "let me know."

"I appreciate that," Mom said. "Honestly, we've been attached at the hip for practically the past 36 hours, I think we could both use a break."

We got back to our respective activities as Roger Daltrey sang about Jimmy and his adventures as a Mod. I scooted back so my back was against the couch next to Mom, and she shifted over so we were in direct contact. We spent the next 30 minutes listening to the Who and working on things, and I really enjoyed just being around my parents. When Mama got up to flip the record, Mom kicked off a slipper and slid her foot into my lap. I grinned slightly as she rubbed gently against me through my athletic shorts, and I started rising to the occasion almost immediately.

"What's on for lunch?" Mama asked.

"I don't know," I replied, trying to keep a hitch out of my voice as Mom slowly caressed my hardening dick. "Something quick, maybe. Do we still have that shredded chicken and broth? I could whip up some dumplings."

"Mmm, that sounds pretty good! Yeah, they should both be on the bottom shelf."

"Okay, I'll get started in a bit." My hips shifted against Mom's foot, and I could tell she was getting turned on as much as I was.

"Sure thing. Think I'll grab a quick nap beforehand, this column is wiping me out." Mama got up and gave me a wink as she headed for the den. Once she was gone, though, Mom removed her foot.

"Aww," I said, pouting, "that felt really good!"

"I know," Mom said, smiling, "and maybe if you didn't make lunch sound so appetizing, I'd be willing to settle for a nice protein shake, but here we are."

"Ugh. FINE." I stood up and gave her a chaste peck, and Mom put her hand on the back of my neck as she pulled me in for something a little more involved. Our tongues danced together for a moment, we both sighed into each other as I leaned into her body. I reached down and felt her own hardness through pajama bottoms.

"You sure you don't want me to take care of this for you first, Mommy?" I asked. A sudden growl from her stomach sent us both into riotous laughter. "No, I guess not!"

"Later, maybe," she said as I entered the kitchen. She followed me and sat at the table. "How are things with the girls going?"

I leaned back and sighed contentedly, which got a laugh. "They're very well, thank you. I need to ask them about moving Ladies' Night to Tuesdays, so I can still have time with Tanya during the week."

I put the chicken stock on to start simmering as I assembled the modified choux pastry for the dumplings. Being a good Southern girl, Mama's family recipe hailed originally from South Carolina and featured flat, noodle-like dumplings as that tradition dictated. I, however, fell in love with the Northern version and its fluffy, soft dumplings. I knew I was preparing a meal, a nap, and likely an argument for that day's luncheon, but that was okay by me.

Mom and I chatted while I cooked, catching up on the week's events. Her caseload at work was lighter than normal thanks to Janice Martinez making partner, which was great for the entire firm. I talked about my classes and nearly setting myself alight in Chem lab, and that I needed to get my shirt back from Tanya at some point. I could see the gears turning as Mom considered whether to ask why Tanya had that shirt, but she decided against it.

After about 15 minutes (and just as I was adding dumplings to the broth), there was a knock at the door. Mom called out "it's open!", and Mx. and Mrs. Miller called out greetings. I suddenly got much more apprehensive about lunch, knowing that with their timely arrival, they'd likely be invited to join us.

Tessa's non-binary dad Kieran (and yes, they preferred "dad," "father," and especially "pater familias") stood around 6' 1", with a thin build and light brown hair cut short. While I might have trended towards a Bowie-esque, lightly masculine look, Mx. Miller was a perfect expression of androgyny. They had an almost unearthly quality to their looks, appearing male or female or both or confoundingly neither depending on the angle you from which you saw them, the lighting, how they were standing; I remember being completely flummoxed the first time I saw them after they blended, but luckily they were still the gigantic ancient history nerd they always were, which helped.

Marie Miller, on the other hand, left no doubts as to her femininity, which made for a confusing time when combined with her terrifying personality in the kitchen. She was 5' 8" and built exactly like the women on the side of B-52 bombers (a lot like Mama, actually): a super-curvy housewife who tended towards 50s-style dresses at home. Normally a brunette, she kept her hair dyed a deep red and styled in a 50s bouffant. She reminded me a lot of classic Playboy models; if Mama and Tessa were both to be believed, Mx. Miller was in possession of a boudoir album styled exactly that way. Mx. Miller, naturally, deferred comment when pressed.

"Hail and well met, young squire!" Mx. Miller said exuberantly as they entered the kitchen. Their voice was a high contra tenor, and it was a damn shame they were completely incapable of carrying a tune. "A little bird said you were preparing a classic comfort dish, and I promptly invited myself over to sample your wares! It smells amazing!"

"Thank you, m'lud," I said, getting a laugh from them. "I just threw this together, I'm sure Mama appreciates me using the broth and chicken before we have to toss it. Should only be a few minutes until it's ready."

"Then press on, stout yeoman!" Mx. Miller joined me at the stove as I moved the dumplings around in the broth. Mrs. Miller joined Mom at the table, and they started chatting amiably. At least, it sounded like it. I suddenly felt a chill run down my back, and when I chanced a glance over my shoulder, I saw Mrs. Miller casting her gaze over me, as an assassin would their target.

"Where's Tess?" I asked, trying to keep the panic out of my voice and only partially succeeding.

"She slept in, like usual, I gathered she and Michiko made a rather late night of it." They also happened to see their wife looking at me and visibly shuddered. "She was cleaning up when we came over, I suspect she'll be along presently."

"Think she'll get here before my date with Madame La Guillotine?" I said under my breath.

"I'd say dum spiro spero, but I don't like your chances," they replied. I took a quick taste of the broth to check for seasoning and started placing shredded chicken in bowls. Mama chose that moment to arrive from the den and sat next to Mrs. Miller.

"Marie," she said.

"Betty," Mrs. Miller replied. The temperature in the room must have dropped ten degrees.

"Be nice, you two," Mom said with a laugh. I motioned for Mx. Miller to take a seat as I started ladling dumplings and broth into bowls and grinding on plenty of pepper. I served them first, and they made a show of closing their eyes and wafting the aroma into their face.

"Good heavens, a meal to gratify Epicurus himself!"

"We shall see," Mrs. Miller said as I set bowls down for everyone else.

"Huh," Mama said, narrowing her eyes at me after inspecting my work.

"Mom was hungry, I didn't have time for rolled dumplings," I said, defending myself.

"And she approves!" Mom said, having already devoured a dumpling. "This is great, Andrew, thank you for cooking!"

"Delicious!" Mx. Miller concurred.

"Ooh! I want some!" Tessa said, looking at me expectantly. I didn't know when she got there, nor how she was able to sit down without me noticing, so I reacted accordingly.

"GAH!" I gasped in shock and alarm. I recovered quickly, however, and passed her a bowl and a spoon. Finally, I served myself, and I wasted no time scooping a bit of dumpling and hot broth into my mouth. It had a pleasant chew and tasted perfect against the chickeny broth.

"Ugh, I am going to gain so much weight living with you," Tessa said, leaning over to kiss my cheek. "This is so good!"

I looked across the table at Mama and Mrs. Miller. Mama had closed her eyes as she chewed on a dumpling, which meant she was really enjoying it. When she finally opened her eyes and saw me looking at her, she narrowed them at me in irritation before giving me a thumbs up.

"Just about right, Slick," she said, "but don't come cryin' to me if Great Gramma Wayne haunts you at night."

Mrs. Miller, however, took her time with it. She sipped some of the broth on its own first, then snagged a piece of chicken and chewed on it thoughtfully. Finally, she lanced one of the dumplings with her spoon, splitting it into smaller pieces, and conveyed one to her mouth. As she closed her full lips around the portion, her face softened almost imperceptibly, and it continued softening as she chewed. I could have sworn her cheeks colored briefly as she swallowed, and she placed the back of the spoon to her lips as she tilted her head.

"Hmm," she said, fixing me with her vibrant hazel eyes, "'how long did these cook for?"

"About 9 minutes," I responded, "in a low simmer. Maybe 160 degrees? Oh, uh, 70 degrees, I mean." I figured it wouldn't hurt to convert to Celsius.

She nodded judiciously. "I worried about an excess of pepper, they way you man-'andled that grinder, but it was wise."

"Like my mama always said," Mama added, "pepper's a dumplin's best friend."

"Of course, she did." Mrs. Miller rolled her eyes in exasperation before returning to the dish with gusto. I felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders as everyone tucked in, keeping their praise coming. Mx. Miller, whose metabolism remains utterly ridiculous to this day, was the first to ask for seconds, and then thirds, and there were no leftovers to be found when everyone was finally sated.

"Hey, Ace," Tessa said, promptly belching right in my face when I turned to look at her. "That was really good!"

"Thank you," I said disdainfully, dabbing a bit of spittle from my cheek with a napkin. "How you turned into a goth princess and are still somehow the crudest dude, I can't possibly imagine."

"Practice!" both Tessa and her dad said together.

Eventually, Mrs. Miller placed her spoon in the bowl and turned to address me.

"Ace, I must agree with my trash pile of a daughter. It was excellent, and I'm sorry I 'ave been a bit cold to you lately. As much as I 'ate to say it, your mother has done quite well by you." She then produced a twenty-dollar bill from her generous cleavage and slapped in onto the table in front of Mama. "'ere," she said, "and I 'ope you choke on it." I always thought it was hilarious the way her French accent got stronger when she got riled, but I was smart enough to decline commenting to that effect.

"Thank you, madam-wa-zelle," Mama said, doing her best Phil Harris impression. She picked the bill up, unfolded it to take a good look at it, then folded it back and secured it in her own cleavage.

"I'm so glad I could help," I asked, a little irritated that I had once again been dragged into the Great Food War of Red Cedar Lane without so much as a warning.

"Betty, would you be a dear and clean up?" Mom asked. "I think I'm going to lie down for a bit." She rose and headed for the stairs, and she gave us all a warm smile before she went up. I didn't think she looked that tired, but I certainly didn't begrudge her some quiet time after a sudden luncheon with friends.

"Is Ronnie alright?" Mrs. Miller asked.

"Yeah," Mama said with a sigh, "she's just been runnin' on empty for the past few days." I gave her a concerned look, and she smiled at me. "Nothin' she ain't handled before, Slick."

I pursed my lips before turning back to Tessa and shrugging.

"So, we ready for server updates?" Tessa asked, and I nodded.

"Yeah, my shift tonight doesn't start 'till 3, we should have plenty of time for it, right?"

"Amongst other things," Tessa said with a wink. "I need to grab something from home first, I'll see you up there?"

"Sure thing," I said.

*****

I knew Tessa would be happening along any minute, so I should have locked the door before I started sucking on Mom's cock. Presence of forethought has never been one of my greatest qualities, however, and when I found her waiting for me in my room, her pajama bottoms neatly folded on the bed next to her, my brain shorted out. Of course, Mom saying "hey baby" in a husky voice accelerated things. Honestly, I'm surprised I closed the door at all.

I did have enough control to take Mom in my arms and kiss her first, though. I didn't want to skimp out on building intimacy between us, and she melted in my arms as we kissed deeply. Mom's need eventually proved stronger, and she guided my head down to her beautiful girlcock before long. I licked her like a popsicle before taking her into my mouth completely, receiving a burst of cinnamon and vanilla for my trouble.

"How are you so good at this?" she asked in between deep moans of pleasure. I merely smiled around her dick and continued my loving blowjob. The feel of her pistoning in and out of my mouth drove me wild, and the constant stream of precum made me look forward to my inevitable reward. I looked up into Mom's brilliant hazel eyes just as I felt her foot rub against me. I must have given her a particularly intense look in reaction, because that set her off: she screamed my name as my mouth was filled with cum. I clamped my lips around her crown and started stroking her, claiming my prize ravenously. As she tapered off, she looked at me and smiled. I felt so good swallowing all of her, but that smile would have been more than enough reward.

When she was finally spent, I climbed into bed next to her and we cuddled for a while. I was tenting my shorts pretty egregiously, but I wasn't so horny that I needed immediate release, and being cuddly with Mom felt wonderful on its own merits.

"God, I needed that," she said breathlessly, and we started giggling.

"I'm kinda surprised, actually," I said, "I thought Denise would have wrung you dry by now."

"You and me both," she said. From the tone in her voice, I wondered if something was going on between them.

"What's up?" I asked, and Mom shook her head.

"I'm not sure. When we asked her to move in, she was really excited, but it was obvious we took Denise completely by surprise. It's not that she doesn't want to, I think she's thrown off by the idea of moving, and with living with someone in a shared space. She's had that townhouse all to herself practically since we started the firm."

"Yeah, I can understand not wanting to give it up." Aunt Denise's townhouse was really nice, especially with all the renovating she'd done over the years, so of course she'd be leery to move out. "Seriously, though, if there's anything I can do to help..."

"I know," Mom said, giving me a heart-melting smile, "I really appreciate it. Though, I wonder if there isn't anything I can do for you right now..." She reached down into my shorts and grasped my iron member gently. I slipped my shorts down to free it from its cloth confines, and Mom started stroking the length slowly.

There was a loud knock at the door, and Tessa barged in (as was her way). She'd changed into 80s workout clothes like she'd worn to Tanya's party, only this time with a more gothy, Halloween vibe to them. "Sorry, I wanted to get properly dre-OH HI, MRS. WAYNE."

"Hello, Tessa," Mom said in a bright, friendly tone. The way we were arranged on my bed, I was obscuring Mom pretty well, so Tessa couldn't actually see her naughty bits. That was a secondary concern at the moment, as Tessa's eyes locked onto my cock.

"Do you mind?" I said. "My mother and I are having a bonding moment!"

"You, uh, you need any help? With the bonding?" Tessa responded, licking her lips as she stared. Mom was laughing again, with that joyful lightness in her voice, and I knew she was feeling a little better. I realized I had no idea what to do, whether I should ask Tess to vacate for a bit longer or to stay and help. Mom beat me to the punch, thankfully.

"Actually, Tessa, Andrew was kind enough to provide me with oral pleasure, and even after I've been teasing him all morning."

"Oral pleasure?" I said incredulously. I gasped a little as Mom squeezed me in response.

"Oh no!" Tessa said. "Did he crack a rib?" I was not surprised that her mind went to Pulp Fiction (mine did too).

"Anyway," Mom said, "I was just about to reward him for being a good boy. Would you like to stay and help?"

"Yes, please!" Tessa said. She quickly knelt beside the bed, and Mom had me shift towards the edge with her. Once we were all in position, Mom started jerking me off in earnest. I flashed back to the first time, when she "helped" collect a sperm sample for Dr. Morrison, and I moaned deeply.

"Yes," Mom breathed in my ear, "such a good boy, taking care of his girls. I bet you love sucking them off as much as you do me."

"He does," Tessa said, "he can't get enough of us, and we can't get enough of him." She placed her hand alongside Mom's and they started stroking me together.