Chapter 13: Ian’s a Terrible Person

Evan smelled Celia’s perfume as she sat down next to him in the dim theater, opposite of her husband. Damnit, he realized, she was probably getting antsy without her daily dose of his stuff, and if she wasn’t careful, she’d clue his dad or her daughter into what was happening ... Shannon was right on the other side of him! After handing the popcorn and drinks down to the rest of the family, the lights dimmed and he felt her hand snake into his lap. He gave it a light smack and she pulled it back. Things were quiet for a few seconds, and then...

“What? Ulghk! Ohh...” Then Celia stood up. “Evan?” But his stepmother was facing away from him so he barely heard that.

“Mom?”

“I’m ... going to the bathroom.” She made her way down the aisle, away from them.

Evan frowned. She was enticing him to follow so she could blow him ... damnit! Well, if he didn’t give her what she needed, she’d just get pushier and less subtle, so he got up and followed. When he reentered the lobby, it took him a moment to spot her going up some stairs with one of the theater’s male employees pulling her by her arm. Frowning, he followed, but when he got to the second floor he found only a closed door ... what was going on? He put his ear to the door, heard a guy talking, and then...

“Glk glk glk...”

He pulled back ... he knew that sound from all the times Celia had blown him. He examined the wooden door ... could he kick it in? He stepped back, took a breath, tensed up to rush it, but then he paused, thinking. He turned the knob ... it wasn’t locked! The door swung open to reveal his stepmother on her knees, blowing the theater employee!

“Yeah, take it, you hot MILF ... someone trained that throat well.” Then the guy pulled back, revealing his glistening cock. “Time for the main event.”

“Get away from her!”

The guy turned to see Evan at the door. “Damnit! Fuck off, kid ... this doesn’t involve you.”

“That’s my mom.”

“Ah.” The guy tucked his dwindling cock back into his trousers. “Okay, here’s what we’re gonna do, shrimp: you go back to the movie and your mom’ll be along in a few minutes. The alternative is I beat you up and then your mom’ll be along in a few minutes.” He moved toward Evan, crackling his knuckles into his palm. When the smaller young man didn’t move from the door, he shoved Evan back into the hallway. “Well, don’t say I didn’t give you a choice.” He rushed forward.

A moment later, over 200 pounds of military-honed muscle knocked the antagonist sideways. Stunned, the young man tried to throw a punch at his attacker but was easily blocked. He was quickly restrained and held prone on his back. “Get ... off!” he growled.

“Evan, what the fuck is going on?” his dad demanded as he restrained the smaller but still burly young man.

“It’s Mom ... just a sec...” Evan headed into the office to find her still on her knees, confused. “Mom, c’mon.” He took her hand and directed her into the hallway.

“I thought ... he was you...?” she rambled. “ ... or Adrian?” She looked at her husband on top of the young man.

Adrian looked down at the guy he’d restrained, at his face, specifically. “What’s your name?”

“Ian.”

“Ian what?”

“Haskell.”

Adrian gasped. “Is your mom a teacher?”

“She used to be.”

Adrian looked back at his family. “Shannon, help your mom ... Evan, grab this guy’s wallet.”

Evan hadn’t realized that Shannon was there until she took her mother by the shoulders. He knelt down, fished through the guy’s pockets, and pulled out a squirt gun. Frowning, he tossed it aside and located the wallet in the other pocket, after which his dad told him to take a picture of the guy’s driver’s license.

“I’m gonna get up now,” Adrian told the younger man. “You try anything and I’ll break your nose ... got it?” At his nod, Adrian let him up and took the license. “You still live with your mom? Okay, I’ll see you there in an hour. Be there, or I’m going straight to the sheriff, Ian.” Then he took a second look at the license and his eyes widened. “Huh.” He handed it back to the guy, who gave them a wide berth, grabbed his squirt gun off of the floor, and rushed down the stairs.

“We’re just letting him go?!” Shannon asked. “What’d he do to you, Mom?” But her mother just stood there, blinking.

“How’d you know we were in trouble, Dad?” Evan asked him.

But it was Shannon who spoke up: “I, uh, followed you when you went after Mom ... Dad followed me and we almost missed you going up the stairs.”

“C’mon, everyone back to the motel,” Adrian directed them.

Back at the Super 8, Shannon and her still-befuddled mother went into their room while Adrian and Evan sat in theirs.

The older man ran his hand through his hair. “That was my son ... I knocked up my teacher, Mrs. Haskell, when I was eighteen. Looks like the kid inherited our gift and somehow got your mother hooked at the theater. Oh, the squirt gun ... clever.” Then he shook his head and frowned. “How’d you know she was in trouble?”

I thought she wanted to suck my dick, Dad. “Uh, she was acting weird, so I followed her.”

“Well, thank God for that, kiddo ... makes me sick to think what would’ve happened if you hadn’t. Shit ... now that she’s tasted that guy’s cum, she’s going to try to find him, to finish what he started, unless...” He gave his son a pointed look.

“What?”

“You have to ... y’know ... bring her back to us.”

“Are you saying...?”

“Argh! You have to let her swallow your stuff, Evan! If she’s addicted to you then she won’t be slipping away in the middle of the night looking for that guy.”

Evan lay back on the bed. “Holy shit.”

“Yeah ... I’ll send Celia in here so you can ... do that ... while I go to the Haskell house.”

“Dad ... I think we should tell Shannon too.”

“What?!”

“Uhh ... she and I ... we had sex.”

“Tell me you used a condom!”

“Yes!”

His dad ran his hand down his face. “Today’s been ... a lot. I’m glad you two finally figured it out -- Shannon’s had a crush on you for years -- but are you sure? There’s no putting that genie back in the bottle.”

“Yeah, she’s already figured out something’s not right, and I owe her the truth.”

His dad gripped his shoulder. “Look at you, growing up.” He got up from the bed. “Okay, I’ll head out to ... fuck, I don’t even know what I’m gonna do when I get to Mrs. Haskell’s house. Goddamnit. Good luck with Shannon.” He gave his son a hug, unlocked the adjoining door, and left.

Evan went into the other room to find Shannon holding her mother, who looked like she’d been crying. “I need to tell you both what happened tonight.”

Shannon stared at him. “Let me get this straight: Dad had addictive sperm before his vasectomy, it turned women into bimbos, and the guy who tried to assault Mom tonight was the son he had with his old high school teacher.” At Evan’s nod, she continued, “That guy also has that weird sperm, and so do you, which is why we always had to use a condom.”

“I’m so happy you two finally got together,” Celia gushed. “My lovely kids...”

“And that’s why you said you ‘couldn’t do that to me’ when I suggested raw sex, or sucking you off.”

“Shannon!” Celia frowned.

“Mother, we’re way past PG-13 here! You’re supposed to drink some of your stepson’s spooge so you don’t go off and fuck a rapist!”

“Um ... oh,” her mother murmured. Her eyes kept flitting over to Evan’s crotch.

He got up and headed to the bathroom. “I’ll, uh, go do that now.”

Celia got up to follow, but Shannon grabbed her hand. “Mom, what’re you doing?”

“I have to suck him.”

Shannon stared at her. “Jesus, that guy’s sperm really fucked your head up. Evan’s gonna whack off into a cup or something, right?”

Evan nodded. “Yeah, of course.” He closed the door behind and pulled his dick out, which was definitely not hard. He tried to think about his past sexual exploits for inspiration, but the most recent one was his aunt restraining and raping him. Prior to that had been the aborted intercourse with Shannon when she got mad at him. Finally, he sighed, zipped back up, and trudged back into the main area of the motel room.

“That was quick,” Shannon commented.

“I, uh, need your help.”

“I’ll help!” Celia blurted and dropped to her knees in front of him.

“Mom, no!” Shannon pulled her to her feet again. “You can’t whack off? Can I suck it?”

He stepped back. “No! If even a little pre-cum comes out, you’ll be hooked.”

“So? I already wanted you...”

“Yes, but I don’t want you to need me like a drug. I want the real you, smart and funny, not all dumb-bunny sexpot ... uh, no offense, Mom.”

“That’s me!” Celia laughed, and then her face got all serious. “Please give me your cum, Evan ... I need it.”

“I know ... uh, can you go into the bathroom while Shannon helps me?”

“I can’t watch?”

“No!” both kids told her.

“Jeez, okay.” The voluptuous MILF headed into the bathroom and closed the door.

“So you want me to just jack you off?” Shannon asked him.

“Yeah, but into a cup so your Mom can drink it. Wait ... damnit, I can’t even let you touch it directly, in case some splashes. We’ll have to use a condom.”

She grabbed one but when he pulled out his dick it was still flaccid. Shannon got naked and lay back on her bed, playing with herself, which quickly reinvigorated his member. He rolled the condom on and started stroking. However, even with his sexy stepsister’s voluptuous body splayed out in front of him, he couldn’t quite get there.

“You wanna fill that up the old fashioned way?” she asked with her eyes on his member while she pushed two fingers inside her pussy and beckoned him with her other hand. With only a brief glance to make sure the bathroom door was still closed, he jumped between Shannon’s legs and thrust home. “Yesss...” she moaned as his condom-clad dick rushed into her well-lubricated channel. “Uh! Uh! Uh! Oh yeah, baby ... c’mon...” He rabbited into her, trying to be quick. “Yes, Evan!” she moaned. “Fuck, fuck fuck ... ohh, pretend you’re fucking me raw ... you’re gonna cum so hard inside me, making me all stupid and pregnant...”