Chapter 11: Laura Petty

Over the weeks that followed, I cautioned all three of my partners to limit their involvement with Alan. The reason was simple: if he was getting laid constantly (by Nancy, Terry, and Carmen), he would be indifferent to his peers at school.

In one of his final therapy sessions, Alan’s counselor discussed this exact issue with him. She obtained his permission to call me. Our conversation simply reinforced my argument. Afterwards, I sat down with him.

“Alan, you understand why I asked the three of them to cool off with you. For a while, I know they were all over you as a novelty. I threatened to dye my pubic hair blonde just so they would pay more attention to me.”

He laughed, which I was glad to hear.

“I’m totally clear, Charley. They like me, but they love you. I don’t have much confidence in myself, but I do want to find someone close to my own age to love. You know what I see? I see their eyes when you come home from the garage. I want someone to have that look when I walk through the door.”

“How did you become such a romantic with your background?”

“Like I said, I’ve been watching. What amazes me is how Nancy and Terry aren’t jealous of each other. You’re an auto mechanic, but you share a bed with two goddesses. Maybe a cast-off like me has a chance for love.”

“Don’t diminish yourself in front of me. I hate it. The real miracle is that you’re out of the system, and you’re going to make some woman adore you. I know that will happen.”

“But...”

I crushed him with a manly hug. Then I pushed him away roughly and waggled my finger in his face.

“What did I just say?”

“Sorry, thank you, Charley.”

“Nancy, get in here! Good. The kid here is being self-critical. Discipline him by putting your pussy on his face until he learns his lesson. Alan, go with her, and I don’t want to hear any more shit from you.”

Between the scolding and the face full of pussy, Alan took my little lecture to heart. Even better, he seemed to improve in self-confidence as the weeks passed. And then at a Friday evening dinner, Alan surprised all of us.

“At school, I’ve been seeing a girl. A human girl, Nancy, don’t roll your eyes. We have lunch together at the cafeteria. Somehow, despite the risk to her digestive system, Laura seems to like me.”

Anxious, Terry interrupted him, anticipating the 4-way fun we enjoyed later on Friday nights.

“Alan, you’re asking us to send you to school with two bag lunches?”

“No, I’m sorry, I’m getting to it. Laura’s family is very conservative, and she’s been brought up very sheltered. I’m afraid to explain the four of you to her right at the beginning, particularly since I’m at the point where her parents want to meet me.”

“Out of all the young women in your school, you find the one who can’t abide your family?” carped Nancy.

“I found the one I can love, Nancy. And she’s been reassuring me that she’s, well, she’s looking to escape from the repression in her life so far.”

His enthusiasm for this Laura was obvious. But what did he have in mind?

“While we are all together, I want to propose something selfish. I want to ease things with Laura, at least while we’re still getting closer to each other. Carmen, I want you to be my adoptive mother and live in your guest bedroom.”

He looked around the table, seeing four open mouths.

“You’re leaving us?” cried Nancy, tears in her eyes. “Already?”

“No! It’s just a temporary thing; I don’t want to upset any of you. I know this is a huge ask. But I think she’s worth it. She will accept all of you, eventually; I know she will. But I need to show her family something they will accept so Laura and I can move forward together. Carmen, may I please be your temporary teenaged son?”

“What’s in it for me?” Carmen asked.

“Anything you want,” smirked Alan.

“Actually, the county gives us money for him every month. I can transfer it to you, Carmen, if it will help. He does eat an incredible amount.”

“Terry, if I’m feeding and housing him, I guess that would help. Alan, if you promise to go back where you belong as soon as possible, I will agree to be your temporary mama. That is, Mama but with benefits.”

“Congratulations!” I told Carmen. “It’s a boy! If I’d known about this earlier, I could have gotten a cake with blue frosting and blue balloons!”

“Don’t be silly, I’ve brought the balloons, Charley.” Carmen pulled off her shirt and gestured to Alan, who started nursing on her nipple.

“I think she likes mothering the kid. Since he can’t be on camera, let’s go to the bedroom and get started. Carmen, come in when you’re ready.”

I left with Nancy and Terry, already a little heated from seeing Carmen’s big, gorgeous breasts.

“I’m first,” declared Nancy.

“Why?” asked Terry.

“My second favorite cock is moving out; I’m going to be deprived.”

“Yeah, you poor neglected woman. It’s so tragic we should organize a telethon.” I was tempted to just ignore her and go with Terry, but she looked hurt by my sarcasm. So I relented and kissed her while Terry started working on my belt and pants. When all three of us were naked, I was on my back with Terry seated firmly on my cock and Nancy backing her ass up to put her pussy in range of my tongue.

I found out later that Carmen and Alan had cleared off the kitchen table so he could plow her there. When she eventually joined us, her brown hair was wild and her cheeks were flushed.

“Are you worn out?” I asked.

“Hell, no. I’m just getting started.” She pushed me down on the edge of the mattress and inhaled my cock.

Later that night after we finished, I just looked at Carmen.

“You were a wildcat tonight—the star of the show. Because of the kid?”

“Alan wanted to show me just how grateful he was. There were two things on his mind tonight: pleasing me and his girlfriend. He’s 100% committed to making things work out with her. Charley, let’s go across the street now. I’m really wiped out.”

At her place, I poured Carmen into bed and made sure all the lights were out before I joined her.

In the morning, my eyes flew open because Carmen and I were not alone. Alan was there, with two cups of coffee.

“Good morning, Mom and Dad. Here’s your coffee, and I made you breakfast. I’ll be waiting for you at the table.”

I looked at Carmen.

“He called us ‘Mom and Dad’! I guess we should put something on and go talk to him, Carmen. Rain check?”

She kissed me and promised to ravish me as soon as the kid left us. She threw on a nightie while I pulled on my boxers, and we went out to find him.

“I made scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast. I’m sorry, Carmen, I couldn’t find any juice.”

I looked at the clock.

“7:30?” I grumbled.

“I wanted to get here before I might be interrupting you. I need to bring my clothes over and start cleaning up.”

“Alan! Don’t come back here before noon. Christ! You’re already annoying me, and you haven’t even moved in yet.”

“Sorry, Mom.”

“Oh, fuck. Alan, I’m too young to be the mother of a teenager.”

“It’s only for a little while. It will look weird if I address you as Carmen. I need to practice the habit.”

Carmen curled her lip.

“I’m regretting this already. But a hot breakfast is working in your favor. You promise this will be only a limited-time thing?”

“Cross my heart.” He actually made the motion, and I had to chuckle. Carmen scowled.

“You think you’re cute? Go stand in the corner!”

I asked, “Should we spank him?”

“No, he’d enjoy it too much.”

“I don’t know, Carmen; I think you might enjoy it too much. His boyish ass wriggling in your lap...”

Carmen studied the ceiling for a moment, exasperated.

“Maybe next Saturday, Charley. If we’re all finished, Alan, you go back home, um, across the street. When you come back, AFTER 12:00, you can clean up.”

“OK, Mom, have fun with Dad.”

I glared at him, and he giggled and scampered off. Silently, I told myself if Carmen was too young to have a teenager, I was even younger, an even more unlikely father.

“What do you say, Carmen, should we go make another kid?”

“I am going to slap you, Charley Sims. You’re talking your way out of my bed this morning.”

“I’m sorry, I apologize for teasing you. Let me make it up to you.”

Moving quickly, Alan arranged for Carmen to drive him to meet Laura Petty’s family on the following Thursday evening. Carmen had been drilled on Alan’s story, which stuck fairly close to the facts. Alan worried that somehow the truth about his actual mother might be uncovered, so he was careful to describe Carmen as his adoptive mother.