Chapter 1

I was sure that I had hallucinated, of course, but no, there she was. Mom ... aka the Monster, the Beast, the Evil One. My sick, twisted mother. The one that I had ghosted for six whole years, no less, from the moment that I left home at the age of eighteen. I had avoided her for years, and now, here she was, right in my face ... literally.

“Tommy? Aren’t you gonna give your mother a kiss?” Mom urged me as she approached me, just after I clocked out from my mall security job.

“My name is Mark Addison. I don’t know you. I don’t want to know you. Get out of my face, cunt,” I told her very forcefully now.

Mom recoiled from the sheer vitriol in my voice, as did her three companions: my little sister, Katrina, who had been fourteen when I left and was now twenty; Mom’s best friend, Brandi Lace (a stripper name that she kept); and Brandi’s twenty-two year old daughter, Jill, who they kept trying to set up as my girlfriend. Were they still up to that? Gods, I hoped not! I knew that they ultimately wanted me to marry that stupid bitch, but she really was as dumb as a ton of bricks, even stupider than her mother, if that was possible.

“That’s no way to speak to Mom, Tommy,” Katrina wagged her finger at me.

“My name is Mark. Mark Addison. I don’t know you or any of these ladies. You’re no family of mine,” I insisted while trying to drive away in my Chevy Blazer.

They stood directly behind my truck bed, daring me to hit them as I pulled out. I had to get out of this mess somehow, with my dignity and freedom still intact, of course. I got out and stuck my own finger in Katrina’s face, my own being quite crimson now as she paled in response. She backed away for a moment, but then Jill planted a lip lock on me that caused a boner in spite of myself, so I really had to think fast.

“You might not know us, but your Johnson likes us, at least,” Brandi snickered now, making the others giggle as well.

“Not her ... not after THAT!” I effectively conceded my identity in my wrath before I realized it.

“See, I knew it! So, that’s it? You’re still salty over the circumcision? Look, I was told that it would cut back on you jacking off ... and I really, really wanted you to get with Jill. I figured that if you were horny enough, you’d go for it, so I ... maybe ... went too far? I’m sorry ... let me make it up to you ... with supper. Surely, you’ve ghosted us long enough, haven’t you? How long do you plan on holding a grudge for that?” Mom asked for forgiveness in her own, carefully parsed way.

“Well, let me cut off some body parts on you and see how quickly YOU forgive, eh?” I waxed a bit Canadian for a second.

“Okay, okay, I ... I... , “ Mom struggled to say that she was wrong outright, the principal cause of my parents’ divorce ... Dad got tired of always having to apologize.

“Still can’t say it, can you? You can’t admit to being wrong and apologize. No wonder you’re such a failure with relationships! Anyway, get out of my face. Get out of my life. I will NEVER forgive you for what you did to me ... ANY of you! EVER!” I shouted as I got back into the driver’s seat of my Blazer.

The waterworks quickly followed, as did the standing behind my Blazer, thus keeping me from backing out of my spot. Just then, Heather Jacobson, a really sweet girl, if a bit nerdy, walked up to us and innocently asked if they knew me. She looked stunning in her security guard uniform, of course. Mom gave me this evil look and nodded, as did the others in turn.

“I’m Valerie, his mother. This is Katrina, his sister. This is Brandi, but I think of her as my sister, so I encourage my kids to think of her as ‘Aunt Brandi.’ This is Jill, his ex-girlfriend, Brandi’s daughter. Tommy hasn’t told you about us?” Mom licked her lips as she misrepresented things a bit.

“She’s delusional. Jill and I had one date. One, when she was sixteen and I was eighteen, and I never even got to second base with her, not that I care. She was never my girlfriend. My name isn’t Tommy, not anymore. It’s Mark. I had it legally changed. And I will never consider Brandi any kin to me at all. I barely consider Mom and Katrina any relation as it is. My family and I are very much estranged, thank you very much, and I could have gone a lifetime without seeing them again,” I declared, truly shocking everyone with my vehemence.

“I’m Heather Jacobson, his colleague. We both work mall security, Valerie. Ma’am ... just a word of advice ... at the risk of butting in. You catch more flies with honey. I don’t know what went down to ruin your relationship with your son, but he’s normally such a nice guy that I can’t help but assume that it’s your own fault. Especially given how angry and bitter he still clearly is toward you.

“You probably need to make not just the first move, but the first dozen moves, just to get him to even think of reconciliation. To sever the bonds between mother and son must have taken extreme trauma, ma’am. Anyway, Mark, anytime you want to meet me for coffee ... let’s just say that you won’t be getting it at Starbucks with me. I brew my own. Not bad for a kosher kitchen, I assure you,” Heather winked at me, though I knew that she wasn’t as kosher as she claimed to be.

“She’s Jewish?” Brandi reacted with particular venom now that she noticed my attraction to Heather, “what’s that Hebrew bitch got that my daughter doesn’t?”

“Well, for one thing, she’s the only upside to being cut ... if I ever wanted to marry her and then convert, I wouldn’t need a bris. For another, she didn’t help hold me down while I got my cock mutilated by my own family and a quack surgeon. Illegally, without anesthetic,” I shuddered at the memory.

Jill lowered her eyes at that, all traces of jealousy and rage gone, replaced by deep and obvious shame. I could even see some tears wetting her cheeks. It was clear that she had tried to forget that night, but that she now knew that I never would. The apparent trauma of my circumcision at the age of seventeen was just too much to ignore, even for Mom and Katrina, in fact. They both backed off for a few seconds at the extent of my rage.

“Look ... please, just ... give us another chance! It’s been six years! I’m not getting any younger, you know. Let’s have supper ... my treat ... you name the place,” Mom begged me now.

“It has to be very public ... and no booths. Are we clear? Also, I’m a vegetarian, so deal with that, too,” I warned Mom, who simply laughed as she heard that last part.

“That’s okay, because if you’ll notice how my girlfriend is looking at you, I’d say that you were the meat. And yes, I meant ‘girlfriend’ in that sense of the term. We’re lovers now. And all four of us live together. And Katrina and Jill are lovers, too,” Mom teased me.

I pushed for some place that had good vegetarian options, but the one that I recommended was a Thai bistro ... and Mom had bad memories of when her peanut allergy acted up. She nearly died once when I was sixteen from anaphylactic shock. We ended up at a Souper Salad, which was good enough for me, as at least she didn’t veto my second choice. It was a very public venue ... and it didn’t particularly push meat on its patrons, did it now?

Dinner was more than a little awkward, particularly since Jill and Katrina both made a point of playing footsie with me. That Mom and Brandi knew was evident from the winks every time that the girls did that. I became increasingly uncomfortable, of course. Still, I kept to small talk and tried to relax, maybe even ghost them again somehow given the chance, after dinner.

It was not to be. For whatever reason, Jill pulled me aside and started getting very frisky with me near the dessert kiosk. She had her hands down my pants and practically forced mine down hers to caress her bottom. What was worse, Brandi approached me from behind and began helping her daughter feel me up. I didn’t grasp why, but got myself some cheesecake and went back to my seat, feigning calm that I truly did not feel. The actual discourse was unimportant, just silly chatter. What really mattered was what followed said banal conversation.

Suddenly, I got very dizzy and my eyes glazed over. My face planted in my plate and I quickly lost all consciousness. I didn’t come to for what seemed like forever. I lost all sense of space, time, or anything else until my eyes opened next. What I found upon awakening completely amazed me. I was, of course, entirely nude, in a dimly lit bedroom, on a bed, with obviously female shapes near me. They were just silhouettes right then, but I could hear them speaking to each other now.

“Ah, he’s awake. Good! Seems like Mr. Johnson’s awake, too,” one of them said.

“Mr. Johnson?” another girl asked just then.

“Yeah, Mr. DICK Johnson, of course!” the first woman giggled now as she straddled me and started riding my cock with a fury.

“Do it ... do it ... remember, we’ve planned this very carefully ... we’ve got it all set up so that we’re all equally fertile now. If we’re going to baby trap him so that he can’t ghost us again, now’s the time. Ride him good and hard, yes, but make sure that he cums inside you ... a lot! This family’s been divided for far too long now, mostly by his bitterness and rage. We will replace that with lust and other good feelings and bring it back together!” Mom’s voice was unmistakable now as she urged whoever that was to ride the holy fuck out of me.