Part XXV - Changes So Unexpected

Despite the fact that he was staring directly up at the poster thumb-tacked to the ceiling above his bed, Kevin ‘Kev’ Heterson saw nothing of Megan Fox’s shapely curves and bronzed nubile flesh.

His gaze was unfocused as he lay upon the bed, and even the flower-and-mango scent of his Auntie Dale’s shampoo which permeated the pillow beneath his head did not draw his attention as it would have yesterday. Indeed, before the ‘incident’ as he’d come to think of it, even the slightest smell of Dale Solcord’s golden blonde hair would have sent the kid tumbling into a sexual frenzy that only somesort of lewd and incestuous behavior with his hot Auntie could have granted a proper release, but now...

... now...

Once again, and for the thousandth time since it had happened, her face came to him unbidden, the words she had spoken rose up in his mind’s eye, the heady memory of their coupling in the old tool shed ripped into staggering shreds by those words...

“Kev!” she cried his name again in rising ecstacy, “Ahhhhh, Kev! Ohhh, so fucking good!” she groaned as spurt-after-spurt of his hot seed ejected into her constricting bowels.

And then:

“I--I love you!” and the last of the orgasm had broken within her, “ ... OHHHH!”

Tia...

Her name echoed within Kev’s mind but instead of lust filling him, trepidation was the stranger that took it’s place. How is this possible? I just don’t get it. She ... she should HATE me.

And she really seemed to, she fought me like crazy, I was nearly raping her ass before she finally gave in and let me do it, it was so fucking hot!

But ... she loves me now? Can you ... MAKE a girl love you? Can you force her to? Or did Tia already love me to begin with, before I caught her in the shower and filmed her?

And if she did, or if I’ve made her love me, then what does it mean? I don’t love her back ... do I?

Shit...

The turmoil halted at a soft beep from his PC and sitting up he watched the silver drive door slid open, revealing a freshly burned dvd.

Forget Tia and her ‘love’ bullshit, he rolled his eyes as he climbed of the bed, stood, and went to the computer. She was probably just lying anyway, it’s all a ploy to get me to let her off the hook.

He plucked the disc free and held it up. Yeah! I bet that’s all it is. She’s just trying to work me, but it ain’t gonna play.

But this movie is, and finally!

He stuck the dvd in a case and left the bedroom behind, trooped down the stairs, eager to start watching. The tv in the living room was the best one they had and luckily Kev was alone, he had the house all to himself, because Auntie Dale was out on yet another late job interview she most likely would fail to get just like all the others before it, while the other woman Kev shared the house with was gone as well. Nope, he was alone, and nothing was going to keep him from watching his film, not even

“Mom?!”

He had halted on the threshold into the cozy family room and gazed in surprise at the woman who lay sprawled across their long L-shaped couch.

“Hiya...” Heather Heterson waved absently at him without taking her eyes from the screen of their big wall plasma, “What are you doing ... up so late...?”

Her son frowned and crossed the carpet, his fingers tightening in annoyance around the just-burned dvd, “Uh, Mom, it’s like six pm.”

“It is? Huh. Feels like ... like ... later or whatever. Okay...” and she took another glug from the frosted margarita glass.

“I thought you were at a convention or something.” he asked.

“The jerk cancelled.” she muttered.

“The jerk?”

Heather blinked hard, fought to focus, “Um ... I mean my client. The one I was m-meeting there. Um ... they had a change in plans. So I came back early.”

Jeez! Almost spilled that I was meeting Steve Jalone there at the hotel. Gotta watch myself before I say the wrong thing. I need ... more margarita? Yeah, that sounds right. More...

“Anyway,” the half-sloshed blonde fought to change the direction of the conversation, “I got to start planning the ... the party.”

“Party?” Kev raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah. Your Dad’s ... welcome back party.”

“Oh. We’re celebrating that, huh?”

“Of course. It’s his birthday too, re ... remember? You better, Kev.”

“Yeah, yeah, of course I do. Anyway, so this is, like, a small family get-together?” he ventured hopefully.

“Actually, we got a big list of names who have already RSVP’d. About a hundred people are coming.”

A hundred?! Oh jeez, he shook his head in annoyance.

Heather gulped down some more of the cocktail and then chuckled as the studly star of the romcom she was watching tripped and knocked over a wedding cake.

Blah, this all blows, scowled Kev and he chucked the bootleg action flick vid he had been looking forward for weeks to watching onto the coffee table. So much for seeing it for the first time on the family’s big set. I guess I could wait until later. Of course, seeing how Mom’s pitcher is nearly dry she’ll most likely be sleeping down here tonight, so ... shit...

“Oh well, I’ll leave you to your movie, Mom.” and he made to get up, but Heather stopped him by putting her legs across his lap.

“Rub’em for your dear old mother, Kev, wouldja?” she giggled.

He sighed, “Yeah, I’d rather not.”

“Awww! But you always used to do it when you were younger.”

“Yeah, ‘cause you’d pay me fifty cents and that was like a fortune back then. Make it fifty bucks and you got yourself a masseuse, Mom.”

“Howsabout I withold your allowance for a month if you don’t.” she smiled darkly.

Kev shot her a look, “Always gotta be blackmailing people, huh, mom.”

Internally though, he fought not to smile. Well, I gotta get it from somewhere I guess...

His athletic mom wiggled her toes, “Fingers do their stuff.”

He gave in and pulled off her sneakers, chucked them, pealed off her socks, then winced, “Jeez, you could wash them off first.”

“Mom was on her feet all day, Kev. You should try it sometimes, lazy bones.” and settling back on her cushion she closed her eyes and grinned lazily as her son started in with the rubbing, “Ohhhh, that’s the ticket. Uhhh ... hurrrts ... hurrrts so goood...”

Kev rolled his eyes and continued the ablations and to his surprise a minute later he was rewarded with a snore. He looked over at her face and saw his dirty-blonde matron’s jaw had sagged. Gross! Is that drool at the corner of her mouth? Yeah, I think it is...

He carefully lifted her feet off his lap and getting up he crept over and pressed a finger under her chin, closed her mouth gently. She’ll wake up the whole neighbourhood with that jetplane drone...

He plucked the cocktail glass from her limp fingers before it could fall on the carpet, and set it down beside the pitcher, resisting the urge to pour himself the final half-glass. Don’t want to end up an alkie like my Moms here, heh...

Pulling down the old quilt that was on the back of the couch, he draped it carefully over her, pausing for a moment to eye the creamy flesh pushing up through her t-shirt’s v-neck. Mom may not have Auntie Dale’s incredible cleavage, but her rack aint half bad. And he covered it with the quilt, tucked the blanket around her neck and made to leave.

But he paused and stared at the tv, frowned for a moment. She’s definitely down for the count, and it would be such a waste. You know, if I plugged in the headphones I bet she would never even know...

He scooped up the phones and his dvd off the coffee table, went to the set and ejected her film, stuck in his then plugged in the headset, returned to the couch and dropped into the heavy brown leather. He picked up the remote and hit PLAY, positioned the phones over his ear and smiled as the downloaded vid started.

Victory! Heh...

But ten minutes into it his mom suddenly gave off a yawn and raising a leg put her right foot back in his lap.

Oh, dammit!

Holding his breath as muffled digital explosions went off in his ears, he gently gripped her ankle and tried to raise it.

“Ummm, mumph! Let go...” Heather mumbled in her sleep, eyes still firmly closed, and Kev was forced to do so.

Okay, now I’m stuck. Oh well, guess it’s not so bad...

He settled back and tried to ignore the foot. It wasn’t hard, the film was pretty good and a moment later he was lost in the energized shoot-out.

But five minutes later he was jarred out of it again as her heel poked him in the stomach.

“ ... mahhh ... foot rub...”

Oh jeez, he sighed internally. But he couldn’t let her wake up, he didn’t want to stop watching, so he gripped the sides of her foot and began massaging it absently with his fingers as he watched.

“Mmmm ... so niiice...” Heather flexed her toes luxuriously in her sleep, snorted softly, then licked her lips, “You ... you’re the b-best at that ... Ryan ... I love it ... yeah...”

She thinks I’m Dad. Wow, she really is drunk as a fuckin skunk...

“O-kay ... finished...” she mumbled and with relief Kev stopped and let go.

“ ... your turn...” she muttered.

My turn?

And she slid her foot up his thigh and ducked it down between his legs.

Wha--What?!

His hands flew down fast, but not fast enough as her toes slipped under his nuts and lifted them high, stretching them. Kev’s reaching fingers froze and his eyes flew wide. Guhhh!