Unblended Ch. 14

"'June' and I called 'May' here on our lunch break and we finally talked through all of this," Mom continued, gesturing to Tessa and the camera. "We decided we couldn't really stop you, so we decided to just roll with it and support you and the girls as best we can. This little scenario was my personal way of wishing you luck in your new enterprise."

"Like Walter Huston did for his son on The Maltese Falcon!" I said, hugging Mom in gratitude.

"Well, maybe not exactly like that," Mom said.

"Ahem." Mama held her hand out in front of Denise, who rolled her eyes and pulled a $20 from a pocket and handed it over.

"In my defense," Denise said, "your son is 18 and that movie is over 80 years old, it was perfectly reasonable to expect he wouldn't make that connection." She looked at me with a sigh. "You're a weird kid, Ace."

Mom and I got cleaned up as Tessa transferred the video file over to my computer. Once it was done, we all sat around to watch it as Tess and I made notes for later editing. Surprisingly, the single-camera setup felt perfect for what Tessa wanted, and the scene wouldn't need a lot of tinkering. The action was clear and very well framed, and it was very obvious that our enjoyment was very real. Towards the end, Denise and my parents excused themselves and practically sprinted down the hall, and the sounds of their very enthusiastic lovemaking wafted through the open door almost immediately.

"So, what do you think?" I asked, shaking my head as I went to close the door.

"There's some sound adjustments to make," Tessa said, looking over her notepad, "but other than that, I think it's great. You barely needed any direction."

"Too bad it'll never see the light of day," I said. Tessa just smirked at me.

"You sure? Your mom sent me a bunch of legal stuff to start looking through, federal regulations and requirements and stuff, and yeah, incest is technically illegal..."

"Which is illegal enough," I interjected.

"But! For the last few years, most municipalities have only pursued incest charges as add-ons to other sex crime prosecutions. A lot of times, where the parties involved were all of legal age and proved consent of their own free will, charges were never filed."

"And Mom put this together for us? MY Mom?" I asked dubiously. Tessa merely smiled and nodded, forwarding me the electronic documents.

"Trust me," Tessa said, putting her arm around my shoulder, "this video is so good, no one is going to come after you for banging your smoking hot mom. And as I keep saying..."

"We are going to make so much fucking money," I said halfheartedly. "Still, I find it very hard that Mom and her girlfriend, both of them ACTUAL LAWYERS, would go along with this so easily."

"Then talk to her about it, doofus!" Tessa said, hugging me tightly. "I'm sure you'll figure things out together."

We still had a long way to go before we could actually go live with a site, and we really couldn't do anything until the disposition of my blending was determined, but I was starting to believe that maybe I did have something special to offer the adult community. Tessa was right about that, at least: nobody would turn down a good mother-son scene. Especially if it was an actual mother and son.

*****

I wasn't expecting Tessa to actually post the video, much less right away, but the look on Tanya's face when I got to school the next day told me otherwise.

"Holy shit, dude," she said, offering me a fist bump, "that video is fucking fire."

"Thanks, we enjoyed making it," I said, accepting the bump and a kiss on my cheek to go with it.

"I enjoyed jerking off to it!" Tanya replied with a chuckle. "I showed it to my mom, and she asked if she could get invited to the server."

"Sure," I said with a nod. "I've actually got a few people to invite, I'll get them all taken care of later."

"She also wants to know if you'd mind if she crashed our date night again." Tanya licked her lips lasciviously before breaking out in a big belly laugh.

"Never," I said, "she's always welcome as far as I'm concerned."

"Your shift's up at 9, right? Mama wanted to know so she could plan dinner for us." I confirmed it, and we shared a quick kiss before heading off to our respective classes.

The morning rolled by quickly, and I found myself very hungry as lunch approached. I usually brought a few sandwiches and some pretzels or nuts with me, but as it was a cheeseburger day, I detoured to the lunch line to pick up at least one burger and an order of fries. I'd had the foresight to pack a soda to go with that greasy repast, and I was lucky enough to get my food hot off the grill and fryer. As I exited with my gustatory bounty, I suddenly realized that the usual table was completely empty. I heard my name from across the caf, and I saw Tessa waving me over to one of the bigger tables in the center of the room.

"Uh, hi guys," I said hesitantly. About 15 faces looked up to greet me in unison, almost my entire friend group. Certainly everyone that had access to the chat server, plus a few others. Tessa had that Cheshire cat grin on her face, and I knew whatever the cause for this lunch meeting, it was her fault.

I set my tray down between Tessa and Melissa Bourne and grabbed a seat. "What's with the banquet seating?"

"Was that really your mom?!" Melissa whispered to me. I started to defer a response when I noticed everyone else at the table looking at me waiting for the answer. Michiko, Tanya, Donna, and the Foster twins all had knowing grins on their faces, but everyone else looked VERY interested.

"Uh, well, it's not... it's kinda complicated," I said, hemming and hawing as best I could. I turned to Tessa, and I couldn't keep the irritation from my face. "I would have appreciated a warning before you posted that video," I hissed. She looked immediately conciliatory, and kissed my hand gently.

"I'm sorry, Ace, I was just so excited to get it up on the server, it's so good!"

"Come on, spill it!" Kat Unger said, her sizable boobs resting attractively on the table. "Where did you find that milf? She's so hot!"

"No joke," Amy Hauser said, sliding in next to her girlfriend Jamie Jay, "I came so hard when you went down on her, I was not expecting that to be so sexy." Jamie grimaced and shrugged at me, knowing I wouldn't have cared for the school's investigative journalist seeing the videos on the server.

I had to decide how to handle this mild nightmare scenario right then and there. It was clear that everyone at that table had seen me fucking my "mom" and really enjoyed it. I'd read through the research Mom had done about incest prosecutions and Tessa had been right about their infrequency, but I still had some pretty strong reservations about admitting to it to so many people at once. I slowly looked around the table to each of my partners, raising my eyebrows as if to ask the obvious question. Tessa and Tanya both nodded enthusiastically, Donna smiled and gave me a thumbs up, and Michiko gave me a sympathetic look before slowly nodding her head. I took a moment to gather my thoughts before proceeding.

"Okay. First, who isn't on the server yet? Let's get that squared away before I say anything else." I went around the table and got email addresses from Amy, Katie Gibson, Willa Mortenson, Mickey Beeman, Leslie Wynan, and Kate Baxter. When I realized the class president was sitting with us, I stared at her blankly.

"I heard about it from Amy," Leslie said apologetically, "and it kind of slipped out."

"I wanted to apologize for Friday," Kate said. Michiko confirmed that she had already apologized to her and the other girls for going off on them, but that was honestly the furthest thing from my mind at that moment, so I extended a hand to Kate and we shook on it.

"Apologies all around, I didn't help either. We should probably talk that out later." Kate nodded, and I returned to the problem at hand. "Alright, here's how this is going to go. I'll send out the invites later, but you ABSOLUTELY CANNOT tell people about what you see on there." I gave Amy a hard look, and she nodded her agreement. "I mean it! We could all get in a lot of trouble for a lot of reasons."

"Second," Tessa said, jumping into the conversation, "everyone that's getting added needs to pony up. Twenty dollars, if you please."

"That seems a little-" I started to protest but was cut off by a flurry of bills being passed to the goth princess, who folded them up and tucked them into her cleavage. "Thank you very much, ladies!" She then looked at me. "Everyone else from before had to pay."

"Ah," I said, nodding. "Okay." I took a big breath and gave everyone at the table a stern look. "I am very serious, you can't tell ANYONE about this, okay?" When everyone assented, I took one last second to decide whether or not it was a good idea, and the Wheel of Morality in my head spun and landed on fuck it.

"Yeah, that was really my mom."

Despite my fears, nobody made any shocked exclamations or excited shouts. The first person to react was actually Becky Addison, her voice a quiet whisper as she said "Holy shit, that's so hot."

"Oh my god," Melissa said, her face matching many of the other girls' in turning deep red, "my father would be so disgusted if he knew you and your mom were... you know..."

"Look, I get that you and he aren't on great terms right now," I replied, taking Melissa's hand in mine, "and I can guess how good it would feel to tell him that, but please, for my sake-"

Melissa gasped in shock. "Oh no, Ace! I would never do that!"

"When did you two start doing things together?" Amy asked. I quietly explained my first time with Mom, trying to tone down the nasty parts so as not to get anyone's motor running. I received a number of follow-up questions from the assemblage, which I answered as best I could, but everyone else seemed content to just listen. I got another round of whispered oaths when I mentioned Mama joining in, and everyone started to blush a little from the implications. I started to feel the pressure lift a bit as the general consensus appeared to be outright acceptance, and everyone laughed really hard when Kat was the first to say "You motherfucker!"

The entire time, Tanya and the Fosters listened to everyone very closely. I got the sense that they wanted to see how everyone reacted to my incestuous admission, and I wondered if they were considering coming clean with their own tales of familial intimacy. I was happy to be that guinea pig for them.

They stayed silent as everyone else pressed me for more explicit details, but we had burned through most of our lunch period by then and I needed to eat. The table discussion split off into several pockets, and Tessa and Melissa both moved closer to me.

"I'm sorry I didn't ask you first," Tessa said.

"Apology accepted," I said, giving her a gentle headbutt, "but no more unilateral decisions about this stuff, huh?"

"Agreed." We clinked drinks and she rested her head on my shoulder as I returned to my burger. As I ate, I started sending invites out to everyone who'd asked for one, as well as some others I'd neglected for a while. Tessa handed me a short list of addresses as well, and I recognized her dad's, Tanya's mom's, and the Torettis' addresses. I got a steady stream of acceptance notifications, and the general chatroom lit up as everyone started checking in. Earlier, I had set up some new channels, a few specifically as NSFW, and moved discussions to their new homes as appropriate; I wasn't surprised to see some new activity starting there as well as I put my phone away.

"Hey," I said to the table, "take it easy on the server during school hours, huh? Let's not get our phones confiscated." I received a round of agreements as everyone started packing up to head to class. I had study hall next, and I was sure Amy would want to pick my brain the entire time by the way she grabbed my arm. I got at least a dozen blown kisses from everyone as we set off down the hall, and Amy giggled as I started blushing.

"You are the leading cause of tooth decay in high school hotties," she said.

"Hey," I said defensively, "just because I treat people with respect and courtesy doesn't make me a pushover."

"You don't need to tell me twice," she replied with a laugh, "I saw you give Donna almost as good as you got. I know."

*****

Sometime during my last class of the day, I got a private message: [DominAdmin]: Please stop by my office before you leave today, I have a few things I wish to discuss with you. That certainly confirmed my private suspicions that Granite Hills's amazonian principal had access to the server, and I was very curious how she'd gotten it. I was thankful she'd decided to summon me in that manner, as it meant not broadcasting it to an entire class, or the whole school if I'd been paged.

Mrs. Adams, the executive assistant, smiled at me as I approached the front office and waved me on. I was a little surprised that we blew kisses to each other as I passed, but it felt nice. I rapped on Mrs. LeBeau's door and was bade to enter and take a seat. I did so, closing the door behind me, and the principal thanked me for coming.

"First," she started, handing me a small printout, "at the request of the superintendent, I delivered a preliminary report on you and your unique situation to the school board yesterday. I'd expected to have a few more days before doing so, but Mrs. Harding had already mentioned your 'condition' to certain members of the board, and they seemed insistent on learning more."

I scanned the document quickly. The information Mrs. LeBeau presented was all stuff we'd talked about previously, including high-level technical information from Dr. Ellison, reports from my teachers, and her own personal observations of my conduct and effects on others. In summation, she believed I could only carry so much responsibility for the situation and that she was satisfied "he is taking all necessary steps to maintain a mature and appropriate demeanor around his peers. Her list of recommendations boiled down to "maintain current status quo, continue observation, make adjustments as required."

"I'm sure Mrs. Harding LOVED this," I said, indicating the recommendations on the final page.

"She was less than enthusiastic about it," Mrs. LeBeau admitted, "but a majority of the board was very sympathetic. They were inclined to allow me to continue handling the situation as I best saw fit."

"Thanks, upper-class white privilege!" I said enthusiastically. Mrs. LeBeau laughed melodically, and I might have blushed a little in response. The principal was the disciplinarian of disciplinarians, so seeing her laugh caught me off-guard.

"You'll note I mention 'making adjustments' as part of the recommendations," she said, continuing on. "I know I just asked you to maintain proper comportment, but the teachers and staff I've conferred with all agree that forcing you to bottle yourself for 7 hours a day is maybe asking a bit much, especially given the possible debilitating effects on you. Especially given the constant exposure to... unhelpful stimuli, shall we say."

I snickered at that. "Yes, ma'am. I understand you not wanting me to, uh, take care of myself in the bathrooms, but it does limit my options. Thank you for looking into things, though, I really appreciate it."

"For now, I ask that you do your best, and we'll hopefully find a solution that's a little more permanent. Finally, I have something for you." She pulled a desk drawer open and withdrew a small, hard-covered book. She glanced it over before handing it to me, and I read the title: Sound Off! - Vocal Exercises for Better Public Speaking.

"I regret leaving you in the lurch by withdrawing my offer of tutoring, and I hope this helps offset that a bit." I paged through the well-worn book, noting a bunch of handwritten annotations and highlighted passages.

"Is this what you used to get your voice under control?" I asked.

"It helped a great deal as a starting point. I would recommend running through the exercises in that book for 10 minutes a day to start, and to slowly ramp up to 30 minutes as you get used to them. Don't push it, you could do real damage to your vocal chords if you put too much stress on them."

I thanked her for the book and we said our goodbyes. I was really touched that Mrs. LeBeau seemed to be going well out of her way to help me deal with my ridiculous situation, and I felt better about my chances of not going insane and jerking off all over someone in the middle of class. As hot as that sounded in my head. Deedee blew me another kiss once she saw me, and I stepped over to say hi.

"Did you get the server invite?" I asked, and she nodded vigorously.

"Thank you so much, Ace," she said, "that meant a lot to me, I've really enjoyed chatting with people in that Actual Adults channel already, they're so friendly!" She gave a quick look round to see if anyone was in earshot before leaning close. "I'm absolutely going to frig myself silly watching your films tonight."

"Are Taylor and Madison still at your place?" I asked. "I'm sure they'd love to join you."

Deedee's entire body shook a little, and she gave me a hungry look. "I wish. They both had to get back to Vermont."

"Quam tristis!" I said, the random Latin exclamation getting a laugh, and I took my leave of her and the school.

*****

My homework for the night was pretty light, so I got it taken care of pretty quickly. That let me chill out for a few hours before I had to clock in at Gina's, and I ended up hanging out on the server for a while. Ostensibly, I wanted to get caught up on all the activity I'd missed recently, but I ended up getting into several private threads with people on a variety of topics... okay, mostly one specific topic, but I wasn't super surprised.

*****

[[Private Thread with CSExcellica]]

CSExcellica: Hey, I've got a few minutes before I need to get back on set but DUDE. You need to put me in touch with whoever that is that played your mom, she is a stone cold FOX.

ThinWhiteDuke: Any particular reasons why?

CSExcellica: You know why. ::quagmire::

ThinWhiteDuke: Well, I'll relay your compliments to her, I'm sure my ACTUAL MOTHER will be very flattered.

CSExcellica: No, seriously, who is she? She can't be one of your friends, she looks my age.

ThinWhiteDuke: Ooh, she'll really like hearing that!

CSExcellica: Come on, spill it!

ThinWhiteDuke: Hmm...

ThinWhiteDuke: birthday_kisses.jpg

ThinWhiteDuke: That's from my 12th birthday. It was customary to take a picture of the birthday boy receiving kisses on his cheeks from both parents as he blows out the candles.

ThinWhiteDuke: I put a stop to that on my 15th birthday, I'm thinking of reinstating it for my 19th with an appropriate twist.

...

CSExcellica:...you aren't joking.

ThinWhiteDuke: I am not.

CSExcellica: That's your actual mother.

ThinWhiteDuke: One of them.

CSExcellica: You had real, nasty, steamy hot sex with your ACTUAL MOTHER.

ThinWhiteDuke: That is correct.

ThinWhiteDuke: She tastes amazing, by the way.

...

ThinWhiteDuke: Jenny? Was that too much again?

CSExcellica: Sorry! Sorry, no, I'm okay. I just need a second to recover.

ThinWhiteDuke: From what?

CSExcellica: FROM CUMMING IN MY LEGGINGS, YOU CHOAD.

ThinWhiteDuke: Oh jeez! Sorry!

CSExcellica: FUCK. I really like these leggings.

...

CSExcellica: Ace, you are a crazy motherfucker and I'm so glad we know each other.

ThinWhiteDuke: Figuratively AND literally!

CSExcellica: I need to go, we are going to talk more about this later.

ThinWhiteDuke: Happy to. Take care!

*****

[[Private Thread with CapitanEsprit]]

CapitanEsprit: Hey, Ace, can I ask you something?