Chapter 46

..."That is one good-looking woman," Dave said, laughter in his voice. "She looks familiar somehow, though..."

"Oh shit!" Diana cried out, standing. "That's my MOTHER!"

"Oh, shiiit," Jeff dragged out with a sigh.

"So what's the big deal?" Frank said. "You darn sure have plenty of room for a guest."

Diana turned to glare at him. "Her title should be, 'My Mother, The Bitch, '" she hissed out at him. "I don't know how in the heck my dad ever got her pregnant. One would assume that they had to make love at least once, though."

"Oh, she can't be that bad," Frank laughed, but grunted as Margaret elbowed him in the ribs.

Diana spun to her husband, who was also standing by then, "Jeff, what are we going to do?"

"I'll tell you what we're going to do," Arlene broke in, "we're going to meet my Meemi as soon as she gets out back. I haven't seen her since she moved to Florida, and that's been ages ago."

"A year. Not near damn long enough," Jeff mumbled under his breath.

Diana glared at her daughter. "You're the only one on the face of this earth who likes that woman."

"Oh, come on, Mom. She's kept me ever since I can remember. She's taken me to skateboard parks, roller skating, to the movies and game rooms. And lots of time she's taken Ann, Melissa and Jennie with us, too. She's taken us to tons of places and we all think she's super. She's our buddy."

"Buddy, hell. Wait until she figures out you are married to your dad. You might not be as pleased with her when she calls DHR."

"Oh, Mom, she's not going to do that. Her bark is worse than her bite."

"Moot point anyway," Dave said. "She'll never make it up the drive with a two-wheel drive and no snow tires. I might as well..."

"No," Jeff broke in. "Let's watch this. That woman has darn sure made Diana and me sweat many a time, let's watch her sweat for a while. Heck, the worst that can happen is she'll slide into a snowbank backed by the guardrails. She's always driven like a bat out of Hell, and I can't remember her ever having a wreck. Let's see what she can do."

Dave frowned at Jeff, but Diana grinned from ear to ear.

Apparently, it only took one of the switchbacks for Susan to figure out that she needed to push it on the turns if she expected to have enough momentum to make the steep grade afterward.

By now, everyone had moved closer to the big screen, arranging chairs to watch the show. "Crap, she made the second grade," Jeff said.

"They get steeper," Diana interjected, hope in her voice.

The third grade got her, and the car came to a standstill just before the top, wheels spinning. "I might as well go get her..." Dave started, but hesitated as the car reversed and started back down the drive.

Past the turn and on a reasonably level place, Susan gunned the engine and tried again. She was obviously staying in the tracks she had already made in the snow as she barreled around the switchback, the back of the car a little out of line as she slid around the turn on the fresh snow with the hard snow pack under it. But she stayed in her previous tracks as she straightened out after the curve. Wheels spinning, the car neared the top of the grade.

"Yea, she's going to make it," Arlene cheered as she, Ann, Jennie and Melissa jumped up and down clapping.

"Going to make that one," Jeff said. "There is a bunch left."

Susan eased over the grade and picked up speed. The next several inclines and switchbacks weren't as steep, and she swung around each turn barely in control, but always managing to keep from sliding into the wall of snow on the outer edge.

"She has two more steep ones to go, Daddy."

Begrudgingly, Jeff gave the bitch credit. She could darn sure drive.

"She's lived where there was snow," Frank guessed.

"Other than the few inches we get in Georgia each year, I don't think so. At least she never mentioned living anywhere else," Jeff said.

The car stalled out about halfway up the next incline. Without hesitation, it reversed and went back down.

"I will give her this," Dave said, "she hasn't bobbled a bit when she backs up. I have guys who work for me who can't back worth a crap, let alone that far and that fast."

Having backed past the switchback to a level spot, the vehicle stopped for a moment. The camera zoomed in to give a perfect view of Diana's mother. Even with the large sunglasses covering a portion of her face, it was still evident that she was a beautiful woman. Her jaw tensed as she stared at the driveway. Hesitating a moment, she dropped the vehicle into gear, then started forward again. It was obvious she realized how steep this grade was because she held her speed up until she spun out on the switchback and slid into the deep snow on the side of the drive.

"I'll go..."

"No," Diana snapped. "When she gives up, we'll go get her. Let her try for a while."

Dave sighed, looked at Evie who shrugged, but kept her counsel.

Susan had gotten her car out of the deep snow on the hill and backed back down at speed. This time, she didn't pause, but immediately tried again, just as fast as the last time. She made the curve though, and tires spinning wildly, barely made it over the crest of the incline as Arlene cried, "Go, Meemi!" After two more inclines that weren't as steep, she stopped as she saw the next one. It was just as steep as the other steep one, but unknown to her, if she made this one, the others weren't as steep.

"She's damn going to make it," Dave said, respect in his voice.

"Yeah," Jeff agreed. "And if she does, there is going to be hell to pay when she realizes that we have a snowplow and have been watching her struggle."

"I don't like this," Arlene said. "We could have gotten to my Meemi by now."

"Yeah, and she could have called and let us know she was coming," Diana groused. "I talked to her two days ago and she didn't even mention it. She could have let us put a fan in our bedroom to make some white noise when your dad and I were first married, too. But, nooo, she wouldn't let us do it. We couldn't make a sound when we made love, or she would berate us the next day. And ... the damn bed squeaked. Let her struggle. She's gonna raise hell when she gets here whether we help her or not."

"Oh, Mom, she is not."

They watched as her car spun to a stop for the second time a few feet from the top of the steep incline. Without hesitation, Susan turned to look over her shoulder as she sped back down the hill.

"I'm beginning to admire this woman," Frank said. "Not only is she a damn good driver, but she certainly doesn't give up easily. And ... that might very well be the understatement of the day."

The car came roaring back around the switchback, barely keeping from spinning out sideways. This time, Susan made it over the top, albeit with a lot of spinning just at the crest, but make it, she did.

"Won't be long now," Jeff sighed. "And it was a perfect Sunday morning."

Diana turned to her husband. "What are we going to tell her, Baby?"

Jeff frowned. "The truth. What else?"

"Tell my mother that you have nine wives? She'll go ballistic. And when she finds out that Arlene is one of them..."

"Yeah, there is that little detail."

The car slowed when Susan got to the big circular drive in front of the retreat, but since it hadn't been plowed out in days, it was obvious that the family didn't use that entrance. She continued on, but having slowed to check out the front, the rise as the drive circled to the back of the retreat, got her. Backing up, she gunned it and tried again.

"Time to go," Arlene laughed. "Let's go meet Meemi."

"Yeah, you guys go ahead," Jeff said to his young wives. "I'll wait right here for my execution."

"Oh, Daddiieee," Arlene laughed as she grabbed Ann's hand and the four young wives ran out of the living room.

"Oh, well. I suspect I'm going to have to put two new tires on the back of that rental car before she turns it in; she's bound to have burned a lot of tread off, but watching her fight that driveway was worth it."

"I knew I was coming to a mountain," Susan was saying to Jeff's young wives as she walked into the living room, "but the rental place was all out of four-wheel drives. Some kind of convention or something. That was the only vehicle they had left."

"Well, hello, Daughter," Susan said, coming to a stop as she saw Diana. Suddenly, Susan looked confused. As she took the few steps to be near Diana, she stopped and put her hands on her hips. "Well, it looks like you have certainly put some of that money to use. How much did the plastic surgeons charge you to redo your face? You look like you should still be in high school."

"Well, Mother. It's nice to see you, too," Diana sarcastically said.

"Yeah, I'll bet," Susan replied through a grin. Then turning to Jeff, "Well, hello, my favorite son-in-law. Of course, you're my only son-in-law."

"Hey, Mom," Jeff said brightly. "Great to see you." Nobody believed him.

Despite their verbal jabs, Diana and her mother hugged. "So who are all these people?" Susan said, turning to the others.

Diana couldn't help it, she just had to do it, "Well, this is our project manager, Dave Henson, and his assistant and first wife, Evie."

Dave stuck out his hand, fighting a grin. Susan shook it, and Dave was pleased to note it was not one of those handshakes that some women give that are so limp as to make a man feel uncomfortable.

Evie and Susan exchanged greetings.

Now for the bombshell, Diana thought. "Beside Evie is another of Dave's wives. Meet Linda. My mother, Susan," Diana said, her face absolutely without expression. "Next to her is Dave's third wife, Kim."

Diana could see the hesitation, but Susan covered it well as she acknowledged each of Dave's wives. After introducing her to Frank and Margaret, Diana did the same for Bill and his two wives. Color began to creep up Susan's face, but she acknowledged each person. Diana nodded to her sister-wives who had all gathered around a standing Jeff, waiting. Jennie and Melissa stood on either side of him with their arms around him. Susan stared at them for a moment, then looked back at Diana.

"Are you saying..."

"Yes, Momma, they're his wives. We all are."

Arlene took the few steps to her dad, turning to back into his arms. "We are all his wives, Meemi. All of us."

Susan noticed the glint of the gold rings for the first time. "You are ... screwing my granddaughter?" she hissed out to Jeff.

"No," he calmly replied. "I make love to my wives — all of them." There was dead quiet in the room.

"Well," Dave said, clearing his throat and coming to his feet. "Time to go."

He was late. Frank and Margaret were already headed for the door, followed shortly by Bill and his women. Jeff was thankful that Kayla and the new girls were in their suite.

"Thanks, Mom. That was very polite of you," Diana snapped as she sat in a chair. Jeff sat on a couch with Jennie and Melissa beside him, the others sitting on the couch or in nearby chairs.

Arlene walked over and hugged Susan. "It's a long story, Meemi."

Susan seemed to collapse back into a chair. Arlene knelt on the carpet in front of her, holding her hand. "It's not what you think..."

"What I think is he is committing incest with a minor. Statutory rape and incest with my granddaughter."

"No, Meemi. I'm above the age of consent. So there's no statutory rape. Not for me nor any of us," she said, indicating Jeff's younger wives. "Momma and I messed up bigtime before we left Georgia. Dad had every right to divorce Mom, and throw me out too. We dishonored him while he was away trying to make us rich. You need to relax and let us tell you what happened before you say some things that you might later wish you hadn't.

"And why didn't you call and say you were coming?" Arlene went on, trying to distract Susan. "We would have picked you up at the airport. We might even have had the helicopter service fly you out here."

"My Baby," Susan sniffed, her voice breaking. "What has he done to you? What is this place, a commune or something? He's brainwashed you..."

Diana, who had just settled back into her seat, jumped to her feet, quickly walking to her mother. "Mom, shut the fu..." Diana clamped down on her temper. After a second, "Just shut up. This is no commune. This is a home full of people who love each other."

"That's what I figured," Susan snapped. "Do you all get in a pile and go at it?"

"No," Diana snarled, fighting her temper. "We are separate families. We do eat together, and Jeff and I have a large bed that we share with my sister-wives. And ... my sister-wives and I make love to our husband every night."

Susan turned toward Jennie and Melissa. "I thought you two were out here to get out of a bad family environment? Looks like you have gotten into a worse one, thanks to my son-in-law."

Jennie jumped up and came over to Susan. Before Jennie could say anything, though, Arlene grabbed her hand and pulled her down to sit with her. Jennie's anger abated as Arlene shook her head and squeezed her hand. Jennie took a breath. "Meemi, please stop accusing Jeff of bad things. It's not like that at all. There is so much to tell you — so many good things. Please stop fussing and trust us a little bit."

Susan noted the sparkling of tears in Jennie's eyes and the sincerity in her voice. "Jennie, I know you're sincere. It just goes to prove that he has brainwashed you somehow."

Diana, still standing near, said, "Arlene, you, Jennie, Ann and Melissa go get your Meemi's things out of her car and get her set up. Come on, Mom," Diana continued as she grabbed her mother's hand and pulled her to her feet. "Let's go to the kitchen, get something to drink, and talk." Diana looked back at Arlene. "Arlene, on second thought, you come with us. The rest of you go do what I said, please. Jeff, come on. We need to get this done before I wring my mother's neck."

Helen caught up with them at the door before they got to the hall. "Di, why don't you use the small dining room? We'll get lunch started while you are having your chat."

"Is it that time already?" Diana replied, looking at her watch.

Helen pulled Jeff aside and whispered in his ear. "I don't know if she would try to get us in trouble or not, but just in case, I had the computer block her out of the phone system. Since cells don't work up here, she can't call out unless one of us okays it."

"How in the hell did you do that?"

"Just told the computer to block her," Helen answered oh so sweetly, leaving tons of information Jeff was really asking, unsaid.

"You, Laura and I need to talk about what you've done with the computer system."

Helen just grinned at him and walked off.

Susan had seen Helen and Jeff whispering, their faces close. As Jeff turned back to the others, Susan said, "Couldn't you wait until tonight to make out with that..."

Diana interrupted her. "Mom, you're going to keep on until you regret it. Don't you dare call Helen names. Number one, she's a great person; number two, she's a genius; and number three, she's quite capable of taking you apart if she wanted to. She has black belts in things I can't even pronounce. She's also started teaching us self-defense, among many other things. Be good and she might even teach you."

Susan harrumphed, but didn't say anything else for the moment.

Shortly, Arlene, Diana, Susan and Jeff were seated in the small dining room. The door opened and Joyce came in pushing a serving cart. After quickly putting out iced tea and coffee, she stopped beside Susan. Holding out her hand, "I guess we were never officially introduced, so hi, I'm Deputy Joyce Cramer, and as you noticed when we all gathered around Jeff, I'm one of his wives. And... you can bet your sweet ass, I'm not brainwashed."

Susan absently took Joyce's hand, who gently squeezed it as she quietly said, "Don't let that mouth overload that pretty ass of yours; Jeff wields a mean paddle." Sniggering, she turned and left swinging her hips.

"She's a deputy?" Susan quietly asked.

"Yep," Jeff said, holding back his own snigger, "and she's also bi, so that comment about your posterior might bear more weight than you've probably given it. Of course, her bi is mostly for Caitlin, though. We met Joyce when she and another deputy came by to thank us for the body armor we bought their department." Jeff thought for a second, then added, "Oh, yeah, we're also good friends with her boss, the county sheriff. He was up here last night for the wedding."

"Wedding?"

"Yeah, Jill and Bill remarried last night. The sheriff and his two wives — well they aren't really married yet — and his nieces were here to help us celebrate. His nieces and his sister-in-law are trying to become his wives too, but he's resisting."

"Oh," Susan quietly said.

I'm gonna kiss Joyce for that, Jeff thought. Now dear old Mom might think twice about threatening to try some type of legal intervention, since we're friends with the sheriff. Damn, I love my wives.

"Tea or coffee?" Diana asked her mother. "It's too late for a snack, but they'll bring us lunch when it's ready."

"How do you know they will? I didn't hear anything about that?" Susan said.

"Me, either," Jeff injected. "But if Diana says it, it will happen. She and her sister-wives have a connection."

"Tea," Susan told Diana, then, "Connection?"

"We'll talk about that later," Diana said, "but first we need to cover other things."

"Yeah, like him fucking my granddaughter," Susan snapped, nodding her head at Jeff.

Diana sighed, then said what had to be about the last thing her mother expected, "Kiss her, Jeff."

Arlene giggled.

Susan's look of incredulity was mirrored by Jeff's. Both just sat there.

"Damnit, Jeff, using your own expression, you can hear a gnat pass gas at twenty feet, so I know you heard me. Kiss her and let's get this show on the road."

"I am not going to put up with this," Susan said, standing.

Jeff stood also.

Diana fought a smile. "Don't turn on the pheromones, just kiss her."

"Di, I..."

"Kiss her, Baby," Diana repeated to her husband. "Just trust me on this. You'll understand in a minute."

"Diana, you have lost your mind," Susan hissed while thinking seriously about running.

Reflexively, Jeff grabbed her hand before she could put thought into action.

"Just kiss him, Mom. Heck, you might even like it."

"I will not like it, I..."

Jeff put one hand behind her neck, the other arm around her, pulling her tightly to him and putting his mouth to hers. Susan pushed against his chest and tried to talk into his mouth. After about ten seconds of struggle — useless on her part — Jeff turned her loose.

"He's a good looking guy, Mom. Although my experiences with other men are quite limited, I strongly suspect that he's about the best lover on Earth. Why don't you quit fighting him and kiss him, please? I'm trying to make a point here."

"'Point' my ass. You're trying to make me mmmm..."

Jeff kissed her again, cutting her off. She still struggled, but after a little, she slumped into him and kissed him back. Jeff teased her with his tongue, then pushed it past her lips a little bit.

When they broke the kiss, Susan's face was a bit flushed, but she was obviously still in control of herself. "Okay," she acknowledged. "He knows what he's doing, but I've had better," she lied.

"Now turn loose a few pheromones, Baby," Diana said to her husband, a grin splitting her face. "Just a little. I only want her to feel them so I can talk to her about Alphas. Not too much, I don't want you to have another wife tonight, or see her strip right here."

"Pheromones? What are you talking about? That's bullshit. Animals have pheromones, not humans." As Jeff started to pull her to him, "Don't you do it." she chided. "I have enough of..."

Jeff pulled her to him, letting a slight push of pheromones go. Damn, her breasts feel good against my chest. They're every bit as large as Diana's. I'm having to concentrate to keep from getting hard. Just a trickle of pheromones. Her hair is almost identical to Diana's: nearly to her ass, slightly wavy and thick. No gray in it yet unless she's dyed it, and if she has it's a darn good dye job. Those auburn highlights would be hard to make look natural. Hmmm, I think I feel some hard nipples poking against my chest, even through her bra. I've often wondered what her figure is like. I suppose it must be quite similar to Diana's, but Susan has always worn conservative clothing around me. I would sure like to see her in a bikini.

Jeff had pushed his right thigh between Susan's legs. Initially she had held herself away from his leg, but with the pheromones, she unconsciously pushed her pussy forward, her hips slowly undulating.

I wonder if she knows she's doing that. Damn, I should have done this years ago, but then again, I didn't know how then.

Susan slumped against Jeff, her tongue touching his, tentative at first, then gaining courage it seemed.

Jeff deepened the kiss, slowly bringing the heat up. Was that a moan? he wondered.

He gently rubbed her back with his left hand while he stroked her neck with the other. Time drifted onward.

"Mom. Mom," Diana called, finally tapping her on the shoulder.

Jeff broke the kiss and stepped back. Susan staggered.

"Pheromones, Mom. Do you believe in them now, or does he have to fuck you on the table to get you to believe?"

Susan's face suddenly became scarlet and she refused to meet Diana's eye. "I can't believe I did that ... he did that. I mean..."

"We discovered it when we had waitresses trying to climb into his lap. Inadvertently, he hooked Jennie and Melissa. Well the pheromones were part of it, and there was something else, too, but they had already fallen in love with him before that. Mom, we're his..."

"And ... it works both ways," Jeff broke in. "I'm hooked just as thoroughly. Mom, I love my women. I'm in love with them. I would literally die for any one of them. I'm really not the ogre you seem to be positive I am. I know that you have detested me for years..."

Susan collapsed back into her chair, shaking her head. "You took my baby away from me. You impregnated her at thirteen, for goodness sake. Thirteen. Her father and I signed for her to marry you, but with the way the laws have changed, now you would have gone to jail even though you weren't that much older than she was. You took my baby away. Messed up her life. She didn't have the most important part of her life. She didn't get to enjoy her teen years; she had to take care of a baby, and later, she had to work to help you get through college." There was a sniff as Susan fought back tears.

"And ... I wouldn't be here today if he and Mom hadn't made me in that back seat that night," Arlene spoke up for the first time.

"Oh, Baby, I didn't mean that," Susan said as she quickly turned to Arlene, who was sitting beside her. Shortly, they were hugging.

"You can't have both, Mom. Jeff and I made Arlene that night. And like I've told you about a million times before, I willingly got in that back seat. He didn't force me in any way, shape form or fashion. I welcomed him into my body. We kinda lost it in our excitement and never even got the condom package open. Now I know why, of course. He's an Alpha, a Prime even. He wasn't enhanced then, but he still was an Alpha. I stood absolutely zero chance of saying no to him. Yet he has never touched another woman until Arlene and I decided to do the only thing we could think of to keep him from divorcing me. He could have had a hundred women, Momma, but he remained true to me. True to me through it all."

Diana stopped to recoup her thoughts and poured her mother a glass of iced tea. Turning back to her mother, she grabbed her hand as soon as Susan had set her glass down from taking a sip. "Be fair with me. Be honest. Look me in the eye and tell me you could have stopped if Jeff had decided to take you on this table a few minutes ago, and ... so help me, if you lie to me, I'll have him do it."

Jeff and Diana locked eyes. "Di..."

Susan started to say something, but Diana interrupted, "Think carefully. I'm not bluffing. You've always disliked, to put it mildly, my husband. So help me, I'll prove to you beyond a shadow of a doubt that he's a Prime, even with you not knowing what a Prime is. He'll do what I say," Diana continued as she looked back at her husband, hoping she was telling the truth. "He loves me enough, and I think this is the only way to convince you."

"Meemi, he's a Prime. Sort of an Alpha of Alphas," Arlene broke in. "Mom's pissed. You better do what she says; I don't want to see my Meemi fucked on this table..." When Susan started to say something, Arlene went on with a devilish grin, "maybe in our big bed, though."

Susan's face paled as she realized that Arlene might not be kidding.