*Do not mourn lost time; make the most of what you have left*

(A little background)

My name is Joshua Beverly. I'm a twenty-nine year old white architect living in the City. I've got sandy brown hair, brown eyes, weigh 210 and am 6' 2". I went to school near here but did four years in the Marines before coming back and going to college for my architecture degree. Due to my financial situation I was able to start my own little firm. I'm not making tons of money, but I keep busy and pay the bills.

When my Dad was eighteen he had a fling with a sixteen year old foster kid, my Mom. He had his fun, dumped her and went back to his privileged life. The only problem was that she showed up at his doorstep pregnant. Dad freaked. Grandmother and Grandfather went ballistic. They made my Dad marry my Mom. They were social prominent but not the kind to abort a potential grandchild. Four years later they had a second child, my sister Natalie.

After that, my history gets fuzzy for reasons that will be obvious. A year after Natalie was born Mom caught my father and one his co-workers having sex and killed them both. She was found guilty of two counts of manslaughter and lost all parental rights to my grandparents. I never saw my mother again and my only history of my life with her was from my grandparents' perspective; not the most unbiased account of what happened.

Now I live in a Brownstone in the heart of the Old City; my grandparent's place. My Grandfather died five years ago and Grandmother's mental health went down rapidly and now lives in a hospice. I visit her once a week but she doesn't recognize me anymore. I had a girlfriend, Robin Turnery, until four months ago when we had serious commitment issues. Since then I've been alone and unsexed. Natalie is going for her doctorate at one of the local universities and we meet at least once a week as well. She's has no one serious in her life either. That's me in a nutshell.

(The Start)

I'm finishing up a project for a client in Osaka Japan when my phone rings with a number from MarWCF, whatever that is.

"Hello?" I answer.

"This is Marymount Women's Correctional Facility," a voice responds. "Your conversation will be monitored."

"Um ... okay?" I say. Who the hell do I know in a women's prison?

"Joshua Beverly?" a female voice asks.

"Yes and you are?" I reply.

"Sienna Beverly," the woman tells me. It takes a microsecond for that name to register; Mom.

"Joshua?" the woman inquires after I haven't said anything for fifteen seconds. "Are you still there?"

"Yes, I'm here. I never thought to hear from you again. What do you want?" I respond.

"I want to know if you can come down to Marymount and talk to me. I have something I want to ask you," she requests. For twenty-four years this woman has been out of my life and now this.

In the end I can't forget that she's technically still my Mom.

"Sure; when do you want me to come down?" I answered. I could hear her sigh of relief.

"Tuesday around eleven," she informs me.

"See you then Sienna," I say before hanging up.

I phone my sister and tell her about the call. She got the same call and hung up. She advises me to not go; that if Mom hasn't bothered to contact us in over twenty years we'd be better off not talking to her now. She is going to want something and we have zero reason to give her it. I do remind her that she brought us into this world and we have no idea what our grandparents put her through. She sighs, gives up and wishes me luck.

(Tuesday)

I arrive at the prison and have a truly interesting time. The prison authorities tell me all kinds of fun things like 'don't get in fights with inmates' and 'always obey the guards', both of which sound like common sense to me. The search doesn't involve an anal probe and I'm thankful for that. I am surprised by the sheer number of male guards in a women's prison.

I admit to having a preconceive notion of what a mother should look like. In the wedding pictures I've seen (the grandparents didn't keep many of her pictures around) she's tall and willowy, with fine long red hair, green eyes and looking so young and full of hope. I haven't a clue about what I'm going to see.

I walk into the communal meeting room and see various female inmates in orange jumpsuits talking to family, lawyers, or friends. I scan around looking for who could possibly be my mother. I notice this one woman staring at me. She's got short cropped red hair, has a serious addiction to weightlifting and must weigh two hundred pounds. She's definitely a big girl and covers it up with some serious body art.

She's still staring at me; burning a hole straight through me in fact. She stands up and I meet the gaze of those green eyes. It is my Mom -- oh fuck! I notice she doesn't leave the table. By the rules she isn't allowed to. Twenty-five years in prison has made my Mom a hard bitch, but I'm not going to walk away having driven all this way to see her.

"Sienna," I say as I walk up. She keeps staring at me. "Sienna Beverly?"

"Oh God," she whispers, "You look just like your Father." A lot of people tell me that. I sit down opposite her and she follows suit.

"Fuck, you are so hot," Sienna tells me flat out. I'm flabbergasted.

"You're my Mother," I gasp and she looks amused.

"I never stopped loving your Father," she chuckles. I guess that is her form of an apology. "All these years and I still remember him the way I did the first time we met."

"What about how he looked the night you killed him?" I accuse her.

"That was a long time ago," she tells me evenly. That is clearly a sore point.

"Okay, why am I here?" I ask. Sienna looks incredibly grim, even nervous.

"I need a favor," she admits. I wait for her to continue. "I'm coming up for parole in a week and it would really help my case if I had a home and job on the outside."

There, it was out in the open and she looks relieved to have said if not terribly confident. She has fierce eyes and her bodily language is that of a fighter.

"So you haven't contacted me in twenty five years and now you want to move in and have me get you a job?" I question her.

"Yes," she grunts. I'm looking for some clue but the woman has no softness to her. She's not begging me for any sympathy.

"Why me?" I question.

"I called Natalie but she wouldn't take my call. You two are all I have," she confesses.

"Okay," I tell her.

"Okay?' she arches an eyebrow.

"I'll show up for the parole meeting, give you a place to live and get you a job," I explain.

"Just like that," she stammers before she recovers her hard exterior.

"Yes. You are still my Mother and I'm your Son. I've got a room in the house you can use and I can give you a job as my book keeper until you can find something better," I promise her.

She clearly can't believe I'm real.

"What am I going to do Sienna? Leave you here because my grandparents hated you?" I continue.

"No ... thank you Joshua. You won't regret this," she says smiling for the first time. Even smiling she is still kind of scary. I stand up to leave and she does too. I realize she's coming round the table and sticking out her hand. I look at it, close with her and give her a hug. Her whole body tenses up but she manages to pat me on the back.

Note: grabbing a tough prison bitch without her knowledge can be fatal. I realize this when I step back and note her hands are bunched up into fists and her body is poised to strike.

"Ah ... did I do something wrong?" I whisper.

"I don't get many hugs in here," she grins back.

"Well, I'll see you in a few days," I say. She nods and watches me walk off. When I leave the room a guard escorts me out.

"So, are you really Sienna Beverly's son?" he asks.

"Yes."

"I've never seen you up here before," he tells me.

"This is the first time I've talked to her in over twenty years," I reply.

"Do you realize she's a gang enforcer in here?" he laughs. "She's one evil bitch."

I look straight ahead without comment. No, I didn't realize my Mom beats the crap out of other women for some criminal organization. I'm feeling like a real idiot because I was thinking of my twenty-one year old housewife-Mother not a forty-five year old convict. I suddenly begin to wonder if my house safe and gun safe will be secure. Oh hell.

(Three weeks later)

I'm leaning on the hood of my Mercedes when Sienna comes out of the gate. She looks at me and my car and snorts in amusement.

"I could have taken the bus," she informs me. "I would have shown up, I promise."

"You can wait for the bus. I'm not going to take you by force and stuff you in the trunk," I taunt her. Sienna laughs.

"I'd like to see you try Kid," she chuckles. I take her bag, open her door and toss the luggage in the back seat. I'm standing there holding her door and she's staring at me.

"That's your grandparents alright; your Dad did stuff like that too -- holding doors for women," she notes. That doesn't stop her from getting in.

As I peel out of the parking lot I try to start up some conversation.

"We'll have to get you a driver's license," I begin.

"That would imply getting a car," she points out.

"You can borrow one of mine," I answer. She looks at me seriously. "I have a Land Rover too."

"Why do you have two cars?" she asks.

"I like to go into the great outdoors from time to time," I inform her.

"Oh," then after a minute, "I'd like to do that. I've never driven a car before. I've lived in the city all my life and your Father didn't think I needed one."

"Well, I'm not Dad and would you rather drive or take the Metro?" I tell her.

"Oh fuck, if given a chance I'll learn to drive," she grins.

"Do you have your GED?" I ask next.

"Yes, earned it years ago. I had plans back then," she admits.

"Like what?" I inquire. She doesn't answer for a minute, instead looking out the window and letting the breeze roll across her arm.

"I had hope that I could win an appeal, so I behaved, did all the right things, and kept my nose clean," she informs me.

"What happened?" I wonder.

"Ha," she smirks, "I exhausted my appeals and got slapped around a lot. I guess I decided that if I was going down for thirty years I had better get a survival strategy. I got big, toughened up and joined a gang."

"That's fucked up," I whistle.

"Don't judge me," she snaps.

"Sienna, you killed my Father. If anyone has the right to judge you it is me," I counter.

"You were a child when it happened. You don't know shit," she growls.

"I know you disappeared after that," I respond angrily. I could see her jaws clench and unclench.

"I tried damn it. I was banned from calling your Grandparents' house, I never got responses to any of the letters I wrote," she blasts me. "Pull over!" I give her a look and pull to the side of the road. Only when I have done so does it occur to me that Mom might attack me. I have been in the Marines but Mom is one tough looking woman.

Mom reaches around to her luggage and pulls out an envelope and hands it to me. I pull out a series of news articles; Natalie's and me with dates at our Debutante Balls, Natalie winning a science award and me winning the Bronze Star. There was even my Grandfather's death announcement amongst other tidbits of our lives.

"I never forgot you were my kids," she declares fiercely.

"Why didn't you contact me after Grandfather died?" I question.

"And do what; ask you to come down and spend a few hours with your convict Mom so that we both could feel worse afterwards," she tells me flatly. "Did you ever come looking for me?"

"Once in high school but Natalie betrayed me and Grandmother put an end to it," I shrug.

"Natalie," she murmurs. "Why?"

"She never got to know you at all Sienna. I at least had some memories of you reading to me and tucking me in at night. She had nothing," I say defending my Sister.

"She's a real bitch," she responds.

"Well, she's your daughter," I point out. That makes Sienna laugh.

"You've got me there."

The rest of the drive was in silence. Seems prison hasn't made her keen on small talk. As we pull up she looks up at the house.

"I hated this place," she scowls.

"It is the only house I have," I tell her. She grunts as she gets out of the car and takes out her bag. We walk up the steps; I unlock the door and fish a spare key out of my pocket.

"Here you go," I say as I toss it to her. She looks at it funny.

"Problem?"

"I've lived in a locked cell for the past twenty-four years, you prick. You can't appreciate what it is like to have a key to your own home," she states.

"Glad I could make you happy," I smile. I hand her a cell phone too which she pockets without comment.

She follows me into the house and up to the second level where I give her my old room. Mom coming home has finally forced me to move to the master bedroom. It has always been my grandparent's room until now. Still Mom looks pleased with what I've done.

"Well damn ... I swear this bed is as big as my old cell," she sighs as she flops down on the queen-sized bed and bounces a bit. A whole lot of her bounces too.

"Where's my bathroom?" she asks. It is an old house so the news isn't great.

"Well, there isn't one on this floor, but you could use the half bath on the first floor or one of the two full baths on the third. There is a third full bath in the basement too," I relate.

"That's good to know," she shrugs. "So, are there any restrictions?"

"Huh?"

"Are there any things I can't do? Do I have a curfew, can I bring a date back here?" she asks.

"If you are going to be out late -- say past one, give me a call. If you bring a date home, you are responsible for them; otherwise, just the basics; no drugs, no ex-cons, no crime."

"Booze?" she inquires.

"No drinking and driving, but if you want to drink until you pass out; be my guest. Try to do it in bed though. I don't want to have to carry your ass up those stairs," I grin.

"So I can drag some piece of ass back here, get drunk and fuck it on the sofa and you are good with that?" she asks suggestively.

"Clean up after yourself," I warn her, "Most of this furniture is expensive."

Mom bounds up and shakes my hand. Her eyes keep roaming the room and she gets this almost misty-eyed quality. She surprised me by closing and grappling me in a massive bear hug. Damn she's got some huge breasts. When we break she looks away.

"How about we get something to eat?" I suggest. Sienna nods but waits until I walk for the door of her room to wipe her eyes. Downstairs in the kitchen we go through the leftovers I've acquired as well as my slim cupboards. Mom really puts away the food, attacking it with gusto and polishing off three servings before I've finished one.

"So can you cook?" I ask Mom.

"Never did kitchen duty," she answers. "Besides, I didn't think you hired me on as some sort of domestic."

"Good enough," I concede.

"So, do we have any weights here? I need to keep working out," she tells me as she stands up, "Or all this will go to fat," she emphasizes her body.

"Oh, and here I thought you just ate fresh meat," I joke.

"I've done that too," she winks and I choke. There is something so disturbing about the thought of Mom going at it with some poor girl fresh to the prison system.

"How about we hit a movie?" I change the subject. Mom gives me the once over.

"Are you sure you want to be seen with me? I'm not your normal date material," she tells me.

"What do you think my normal date material is?" I challenge her.

"Tall, fair-haired, slender but with big tits, college educated and a good dancer," she guesses.

"You forgot the nice butt," I chuckle.

"Isn't that a given for every man?" Mom taunts me. I raise my hands in acceptance.

Two hours later we are sitting in a theater and I can tell we've had our share of people staring at us. If they stare too long Sienna glares back. One group of guys has less sense than most. They are looking at Mom and snickering. I notice her putting a hand in her pocket.

"Mom, do you have a weapon?" I whisper to her.

"Yes," she calmly responds. "I took a knife from the kitchen."

"Holy Shit Mom," I gasp. "Why in the hell ..."

"Only punks go around without weapons," she explains.

"We'll talk about your parole violation when we get home," I threaten her. She smirks. I can tell this is going to be a wonderful relationship.

I survive the first day with my Mom sanity somewhat intact. I've gotten to bed without too much drama and left Mom watching TV because she has this overwhelming desire to stay up her first night out. I'm not sure whether nor not I'll be disappointed if she's gone in the morning. I shouldn't have been worried about that. I have other issues to deal with.

It is a little past two in the morning when I feel someone nudge me strongly.

"Move over," comes this voice reaching through my foggy mind. I roll over from my back to my side and someone gets into my bed with me. I'm now wide awake and looking over my shoulder. Mom has crawled into bed with me.

Now, she doesn't do it like she's about to jump my bones. She moves to the half of the king sized bed I've just vacated and flops down on her stomach. I roll over until I'm now on my side facing her but she doesn't respond.

"What the fuck Mom? You have your own bed," I remind her.

"I'm not used to sleeping alone," she mumbles. "Now stop being a baby and go to sleep." I'm like 'WTF?' This is wrong. I'm no five years old anymore so I'm pretty sure I shouldn't be sleeping with my Mother.

"Go to your bed Mom," I command.

"No," she grunts. Okay, I'm in boxers. Do I really want to get into a wrestling match with a woman twice my age? I'll be damned if I'm going to give up my own room. In the end I'm too damn tried to get into this tonight. I have a project to get to in the morning. I will deal with this shit then.

(The next morning)

I wake up and there is a warm presence next to me. My eyes pop open when I realize who it is; Mom. Mom is lying there, still on her stomach with her head turned toward me, eyes closed, with her closest arm folded beneath her. She has this confident smile on her face, undoubtedly having some kind of happy dream.

She's has on this white t-shirt that does nothing to hide her breast pushing out along the sides or the thickness of her waist. As if my nightmare wasn't disturbing enough, she's also has on these thin cotton panties covering her broad, meaty ass. I can tell it is a nice meaty ass because my hand is resting on half of it, fingers gently pressing into her cleft.

I try to gently pull my hand away but somehow I end up giving her magnificently shaped ass a good squeeze. Sienna moans and shifts her ass beneath my touch. This time I move my hand away successfully and roll onto my back. What the hell was that all about?

"Time to get up already?" Mom mumbles. I nearly jump out of my skin.

"Yes," I say cautiously. Mom groans and pushes herself up on all fours then yawns. I look at her somewhat amazed. Her breasts seem huge hanging pendulously down and her shirt has risen up so that I can barely make out the bottom of each tit. Her stomach has some flab to it but that's not a turn off and the way her spine curves down from her shoulders to her waist and then up to her broad hips before curving around to that ass.

"Good God Mom, put on a bra," I gripe as I look away.

"Ha," she laughs. "You've never seen tits before? Besides, I only have one bra and it's pretty ratty."

"No clothes -- got it. How about I finish up with my work and we got out around one this afternoon to get you some stuff," I suggest.

I get out of bed clearly uncomfortable, sporting a flag pole and Mom can't stop chuckling at me for it. As if that wasn't bad enough, Mom enlightens me on a matter of family genetics and morning wood.

"I see you're as big as you Father. Now that was some good dick," she murmurs.

"GOD DAMN IT MOM!" I shout. "Let's not talk about that ... ever again."

"You're not a sissy are you?" Mom yawns.

"Mom, I'm sure there are things Moms and Sons don't talk about and the size of their Father/Husband's penis is one of them," I explain. "Besides, I'm not a sissy!"

"Damn, you are sensitive," she sighs. "I'm telling you he was capable of doing what a man needs to do. What harm is there in that?"

"Let's try to not have this conversation," I respond. Mom shrugs and gets out of bed on her side. She goes her way and I go mine. Breakfast is a quiet affair and then we go to the room that is my office. I outline to Mom what she'll be doing -- balancing accounts and calling people who owe me and reminding them to pay as agreed. I remind Mom that threats of physical violence are not appropriate.

I get to work and I'm surprised that Mom is actually good at this whole client thing. She has the nicest way of insinuating that she's going to rip out their balls through their mouth without using words to that effect. After a few hours I show her how to get on line and order us some gym equipment.

My first lesson in lingerie hunting is that Victoria Secrets does not cater to large women. It is also pretty clear that while the ladies working there don't mind me hanging around and smiling at them; they don't think much of my Mom. Mom does get her revenge when I'm making time with this brunette junior from Devoir College who is chatting me up and giving me a deep view of her B-cup bra enhanced cleavage.

The girl is intrigued by my career as well as the places I've been. Devoir is an old school; she recognizes my family name as Old Money and me as unmarried.

"It's not going to happen, honey," Mom smirks, "your tits are too small and his bank account is too deep."

The girl glares at Mom which is like a housecat trying to stare down a lioness. I elect to get us out of there before Mom decides to teach little Miss College a lesson. We try a specialty shop next; a nice place near the river that sits nestled among other niche boutiques and eateries. By the look of the girl behind the counter we are the first clients she's had today.

She perks up and beams a smile at both of us.

"Hello!" she chirps, "Welcome to Helena's; what can I help you with today?" We walk up to her and I notice her name tag reads 'Heidi'. She's about average height with pale skin, hair dyed white with a teardrop face and hypnotic grey eyes. Her hips and waist are narrow but her breasts are quite nice, round and full.

She looks very attractive with a powder blue mid-thigh skirt and matching jacket. Her blouse is see-through and heightens the allure of her white strapless bra. She tops this off with a thin black tie, a turquoise pendant and belt that looks like it is made of silver dollars.

"Hi Heidi, my Mother needs some new ... stuff. Can you help?" I ask.

"Sure," Heidi answers, "what are your sizes?" Mom seems to be sizing her up too.

"I'm not sure. I've been in prison for the past twenty-four years," Mom says evenly. Heidi doesn't miss a beat.

"Oh, what were you in for?" she keeps smiling.

"I murdered two people; my husband and his cheating whore of a girlfriend," Mom declares evilly. Heidi keeps on smiling like the dedicated sales professional she seems to be. Instead of being intimidated, Heidi remains friendly and cool, coming around the counter with a tape measure.

"Raise your arms please," Heidi keeps going cheerfully. I notice she has a slender ankles plus long shapely legs that go on forever. "What's your name?" she asks Mom.

"Sienna Beverly," Mom replies. She raises her arms and looks somewhat amused when Heidi has to wrap the tape measure first around her chest line and then her bosom.

Mom's nipples become aroused by the contact and Heidi notices and giggles. Sienna rolls her eyes and I decide to look elsewhere for a while.

"You are a 44 FF, though anything over a DD varies from manufacturer to manufacturer," Heidi informs her. "Let's go see what we can find for you."

Heidi starts leading Mom around showing very cuts and styles and it doesn't take a brain surgeon to realize she's steering Sienna to some highly sexual designs while ignoring the plain and unflattering ones. I wander around, keeping out of their way and looking at the merchandise. Wow, this plus-size stuff is expensive.

"I have more items in the back if you are interested," Heidi informs Sienna.

"Sure thing," Sienna replies aggressively and the two head back behind the curtains with Heidi still doing her sales pitch along the way.

I'm still wondering how working women afford this stuff when I realize that I don't hear Mom and Heidi talking anymore.

I wait another minute and still nothing so fearing the worst I move to the curtain and look through. I hear some muffled moaning and I start to freak out. What the hell has Mom done? I move into the back storage area and track the sounds to an office. The door is halfway open, but I stop myself from charging in because of what I see.

Heidi is lying on a desk, her shirt torn open and her bra unclasped so that she can vigorously play with her own nipples that are slippery with what I assume is saliva. Heidi's skirt is pushed up around her waist and I see her panties lay in tatters on the ground. There seem to be two bras folded up and stuffed in her mouth to keep her screams to a minimum.

Mom kneeling between Heidi's thighs, her head in Heidi's crotch and with the way she's moving her neck and jaw, she's giving the salesgirl one hell of a workout. She has two fingers inside Heidi's twat as well, pumping furiously. Heidi has her legs propped up on Sienna's strong upper arms and, man oh man, are those legs trembling. I decide this is the moment for me to take a step back.

I'm debating leaving them to their privacy when Heidi lets out such a soul-curdling scream that even the lingerie stuffed in her mouth can't contain. When Heidi finishes screaming Mom pulls Heidi's skirt down so she can wipe her face with it before flipping Heidi over and spanking her ass once. Heidi moans something which causes Mom to chuckle darkly and flip Heidi over onto her back again.

Sienna pulls the bras from Heidi's mouth as she leans over the younger woman's sweat-glazed body.

"Happy, you little freak?" Mom taunts her. Heidi nods weakly. The worn out shopkeeper flails her arms around.

"Everything half off," she mumbles.

"Now get up and pull yourself together," Mom orders her. She even helps Heidi sit up but otherwise stands back and watches Heidi gather her clothes and senses with shaky hands. Her underwear is a total loss so Heidi straightens herself out a much as possible and returns with Sienna to the main floor. I've already opted to beat a stealthy exit ahead of them.

Mom comes out as if nothing has happened but Heidi looks blissfully dazed. Sienna comes around the counter and puts down multiple matching sets of bras and panties. Heidi goes to the register and starts ringing up the sales. Even half off it isn't cheap but I'm smart enough to keep my mouth shut.

"Would you like to be on our mailing list?" Heidi beams innocently.

"Sure," I agree.

"If you'll just give me a bit of information I'll enter it into the computer and we'll let you know when our sales are," she says. I can't get over how cheerful this girl is. When we finally leave Mom turns to me and shakes her head.

"Leave that one alone Josh, she's a freak."

"What are you talking about?" I question.

"Suit yourself; you'll find out," Mom gloats. "Besides, you liked watching us do it so you are a bit of a freak too."

"Oh fuck," I moan.

"Don't worry about it," she teases. "It was no weirder than you grabbing my ass this morning."

"Ah ... sorry about that," I mumble.

"Josh, that's the first time in twenty years a man's grabbed my ass and I didn't want to kill them for it. Had it bothered me, I'd have broken your arm," she assures me.

Somehow that doesn't make me feel any better. I can't see how grabbing my Mom's ass could be a good thing.

"Now let's find a sex shop," Mom tells me with a slap on the back. Seeing the mixture of horror and confusion on my face she explains. "If I they won't let me have something as small as a plastic spoon, how in the hell am I going to get something as big as a dildo past bed check?"

"I think we are back to Too Much Information, Mom," I sigh. Sienna laughs and begins to regale me with all the different kinds she has dreamed about getting from the classic Steely Dan to a double dildo with independent rotating heads. To add to her amusement she talks to me in a loud voice as we walk down the crowded sidewalk.

(Evening)

Now, I'm by no means poor, but I try to live within a monthly budget so that at the end of each year my net worth goes up, not down. By the time I get Mom home from shopping for pants, shirts, socks, lingerie, household stuff, luggage and 'toys', plus stopping by two tattoo parlors (for consultations) I'm beat and am looking at penny pinching for the rest of the month.

We've stopped by a German Eatery on the way home and are sitting in the basement watching TV when the phone rings.

"Hello," I say.

"Hey Joshua, this is Heidi from Helena's. I was wondering if you wanted to do anything tonight." I have to admit I stare at the phone for five seconds.

"What do you have in mind?" I ask cautiously. Mom looks my way. I'm thinking of a polite way tell her 'no'.

"Oh we can talk about it when I come over," she responds gleefully -- gleeful about what I don't know.

"Wait," then the phone goes dead. "Huh?"

"What is it?" Mom inquires.

"That was Heidi. She thinks she's coming ..." and the doorbell rings. WTF; does this girl have teleportation? I take the stairs two at a time and head to the front door. Sure enough, there stands Heidi ... with an overnight bag.

"Hi!" she bubbles.

"Were you on the damn doorstep when you called?" I ask her.

"No," she proclaims cheerfully, "I was sitting in the cab. It occurred to me at the last moment a cute couple like you two might have company already."

The conservative, rational, straight-arrow side of me tells me to shut the door. Shut it, lock it and make sure the cops know she's not welcome around here. There is also this compassionate guy inside of me who doesn't want to think about what this girl's eyes are going to look like if I slam that door in her face.

"Come on in," I tell her as I step aside. She leans up and kisses me on the lips as she comes in.

"You do this often?" I question her; "coming over to the homes of people you just met."

"Yes," she smiles, "but I'm looking for a steady relationship." Oh hell no! "So where is your Mother?"

"So you being here with me and my Mother doesn't disturb you?" I question.

"No," she grins. "I like strong women and you're cute." I give up on trying making my point on incest to her. "So where do you want to do it and when is she going to join in?"

"How about I get you a glass of wine or a beer first?" I offer. Her face lights up.

"Wow! That would be great," she answers then pauses, "Wait, I'll do whatever you want. You don't have to drug me." I don't know where to being with how fucked up that is.

I take Heidi with me to the kitchen get her a beer and lead her down to the basement. Mom takes one look at Heidi, puts down her own beer and lets out a labored sigh. Her look she sends my way says 'told you so'.

"Get over here and strip," Sienna growls to Heidi.

Sienna stands up and strips down while Heidi drops her bag, scampers over to Mom and starts peeling out of her clothes too. My words scolding Mom to take it easy with Heidi are stillborn on my lips. It is bizarrely and disturbingly erotic as Mom lifts and kneads each of Heidi's breasts in turn before she reaches out and slaps Heidi across the face.

"On your hands and knees you cunt," snaps Mom. Heidi can't seem to get to the floor fast enough. Mom sits back down on the sofa and hikes one leg so that the heel is resting on Heidi's back. She then grabs a fistful of white hair and rapidly forces Heidi's face into her hairy muff.

"Get at it," Mom commands. "You know what to do."

Heidi is giving Mom an enthusiastic pussy-licking by the smile on Mom's lips and the way her breasts are starting to heave. I look up from the action to see Mom staring at me with a wicked grin.

"Heidi," Mom says while winking at me, "do you want Josh to fuck you?" Heidi bobs her head.

"Heidi, tell Josh that you want his cock; tell him you need it really bad," Mom taunts the girl. Heidi turns her head around and twists her shoulders so she can look into my eyes. I can see her lips and nose as slick with Mom's juices and there is a desperate desire in her eyes.

"Josh, please fuck me, I need it so much. Fuck me as long and hard as you want," she pleads and if she's acting she should be on Broadway.

I'm not an idiot mind you, so I go over to Heidi's bag and fish around for the box of condoms -- she has three - boxes. She also has some lube and body oil so I take those as well. I leave the handcuffs, leather belt, and restraints as a reminder that I'm not really that sexually adventurous. By the time I set up behind Heidi, Sienna rockets through her first orgasm.

Mom shifts so that her thick thighs and calves are pulled closer to her chest while Heidi keeps lavishing attention to her cunt and clit. I pour some lube right beneath Heidi's tailbone and work it down between her cheeks liberally. I briefly touch her anus which causes Heidi to moan then I cup her pussy and rub my palm along her lips getting slick with her fluids. Heidi responds by pushing against my hand.

I strip out of my clothes as quickly as possible and put on a condom before I move behind Heidi and rest my cock along her ass crack. He moans deepen and she begins to wiggle her ass around trying to get me into one of her two holes. I'm not ready for that yet. I put more oil on each of my hands, lean over her body and take her breasts in hand, kneading and massaging them. As I rest my body on Heidi's back I am only inches away from Mom's thick sweaty thighs. I resist the desire to reach out and lick one because that would just be wrong.

As it is I think we've really got Heidi going. Mom is being rough and I'm stroking her breasts, stomach and pubic area bringing out a gentle reaction. By the time I reach back with one hand to slip into her wet warmth she actually pulls back her head and moans 'Yes'. Mom slaps her on the top of her head in response, getting Heidi to get back to her snatch but Heidi continues wiggling her hips and trying to trap more of my cock inside her.

With Heidi's backstory I'm not expecting Heidi's vagina to be tight as a glove, but she is pleasantly snug enhanced with liquid velvet comfort that is greater than expected; she good without being sloppy. It is strange to be with a woman whose body seems so comfortable with sex, perhaps too comfortable because she's really getting into this with total strangers.

I have to keep a hand between her ass and my crotch to stop Heidi from rushing my play. I like taunting her with short quick thrusts and slow withdrawals. Only when I'm all the way in do start more rigorous action. I bite into her shoulder, twist a nipple and when I find her clit I start flicking it. Heidi immediately starts shuddering and within seconds she erupts, shrieking into Sienna's pussy which sets Sienna off.

"Keep at it," Mom pants while grinning wickedly. While I'm not normally cruel I'm starting to get a feel for Heidi and what she's all about. I alternate between her clit, nipples, and spanking her ass for two more minutes before Heidi's cascading orgasm causes her to collapse. Her last spasm causes me to fill the condom with my seed. As she slumps to the ground I remove my condom and tie it off.

When I get up to throw the condom away Mom sits up and puts on her shirt.

"Time for you to go," she spits at Heidi. She yanks up a handful of white hair until Heidi is on all fours. "Get your damn clothes you fucking loser." Heidi crawls over to her clothes, tears in her eyes and gathers them to her chest while Sienna gets her bag and hammers her with it.

"Oh fuck no!" I thunder as I rush toward Mom and Heidi; that is two too many insults. Mom gets in my way and I slam her back without even thinking about it. Suddenly Sienna and I are facing off, both panting with eyes narrowed and fists balled up. I'm naked and Mom's got a shirt on. Mom is looking for weakness and I'm looking for an excuse to beat her into the ground and I think she gets the message.

"Have it your way," Sienna concedes as she takes a step back and raises her hands. I back away and kneel by Heidi who is looking both afraid and confused. I heft her and her handful of stuff up, arms under the back of her knees and around her back. Heidi's eyes lock onto me as I pick her up, stand back up and head for the door.

"You are coming with me," I tell her softly before Heidi sighs and rests her head on my shoulder and wraps her arms around my neck. In a way I'm surprised Mom doesn't make a sudden attack as I leave. I wouldn't put it past her. It must be the force of adrenaline that allows me to take Heidi all the way to the top floor and my bedroom.

I lay her down gently and I see a certain level of expectation in her face.

"I'm going to bed. You can join me or go back downstairs and see what you can get," I explain which doesn't get an immediate reaction. I shrug and head to the bathroom where a start by brushing my teeth. Heidi comes in and mimics me while occasionally steeling glances my way.

When we get back to bedroom I climb under the covers on my side and she does the same on hers. I cut the lights and relax for a few moments before I feel and hear Heidi move closer to me. I look that way and see her on her side looking down at me. I take a deep breath and consider the fact that this girl is a 'freak' as Mom says.

I extend out my arm along the pillow line past her. Heidi smiles; slides up against me and rests her head on my chest. I swear I hear her purring like a content pussy cat.

"You okay?" I whisper.

"This is the best night I've had in a long time Joshua. Normally I end up on the street or on the floor or tied and bound somewhere. This is nice," she snuggles in.

I can hardly image what horrible fucking luck she's been having. Mom probably is right; Heidi willing runs into buzz saw relationships fulfilling some need I can't begin to fathom. I guess I have to satisfy myself with the belief that she wants some simple affection too. I lean in and kiss the top of her head. Heidi drapes a leg over mine and hugs me which is not a bad memory to fall asleep with.

(Early in the Morning)

The stirring in the bed rouses me and the sharp intake of breath brings me to full wakefulness. Mom has her arm around Heidi's head and hand in her hair as she presses Heidi's lips against her own. Heidi has twisted so she is facing Mom one arm trapped to her side and the other wrapped up with Sienna's as they reach down between their respective legs.

I stroke Heidi's hair, nuzzle her neck and nibble her ear. Her breath deepens and she moans with arousal which only increases as my hand roams over her arm and ribs to her closest breast. I pull back which seems to annoy her but all I do is get two of my fingers slick with saliva and put them back on the nipple where they belong.

She pushes her tush against my groin and my morning wood as I twist her nipple and pull it gently. As I do so my hand presses hard against one of Mom's breasts. For reasons I can't quite wrap my mind around I switch breasts, grabbing a handful of Mom's tit and rolling it over my fingers and palm. Mom lolls her head back and says "aaahhh".

I do that for a few more moments before move in a different direction. I slip down Heidi's hip around her buttocks and to her pussy. Mom is already pushing two fingers into her vagina so I work in another. Heidi responds by raising her leg up to give us better access. We are not only driving deep into her we are swirling our fingers around touching all kinds of spots inside her.

Heidi is going off all over the place, vaginal muscles squeezing our fingers tightly and with painful pulses as her climax hits. Mom doesn't relent but I have other plans. I pull my fingers out and push my thumb in getting it good and soaked in her vaginal liquids. I go back in with two fingers plus now rub a finger against her anus. Poor Heidi doesn't have a prayer.

I really can't stand seeing, hearing, and feeling Heidi being overwhelmed so I recklessly decide to do something about that. Using Heidi's hands as a guide I push two fingers into Sienna's cunt. It is Mom's turn to jolt and squirm but Heidi's about to do me one step better.

As I slip in, Heidi pushes Mom's thighs farther apart and propels a finger through Mom's sphincter.

"Fuck!" Mom screams. "Damn it!" If anything her screams make Heidi and I try even harder.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," Mom keeps panting with a grimace on her face but she isn't trying to stop us.

Heidi wiggles down and latches onto one of Mom's engorged nipples and begins chewing on it which makes Mom scream and by that I mean she howls. The three of us fall apart with Mom on her back and Heidi half covering my prone form.

"Good morning," Heidi tells me sensually as she looks over her shoulder into my eyes. She provocatively pumps her hips against me. "Can I interest you in anything?"

We keep our eyes locked as a smile comes to my face and a gleam to my eyes. We kiss tentatively picking up intensity until she's purring like a kitten with her breasts in my hand.

"Oh come on," Mom groans, "fuck the bitch silly."

"Let me get a condom," Heidi giggles as she rubs her body all over me in the process of getting off the bed.

As I watch her sashay over to her bag I catch Mom staring at me with great interest.

"What's up?" I ask.

"You finger-fuck me until I scream and you ask me 'what's up'?" Mom smirks. I roll on my back and groan. What in the hell am I doing?

"I got carried away. It won't happen again," I try to say with as much confidence as I can muster. Mom taunts me by lifting up her a huge tit and licks the nipple. Oh Fuck!

"Whatever you say Josh," she snorts.

"Blow me," I grumble.

"Ha!"

Heidi crawls up on the bed toward me in a way best described as molten lust. Her hands push my thighs aside and she settles between with her lips even with my cockhead. She looks up at me with deeply innocent eyes.

"Can I have it? Please, can I have it?" she pleads as she gingerly reaches for my penis. I have to gulp. My first thought is say 'sure', but something else might be more appropriate.

"Come on Heidi, you are so damn good," I growl sexually, "and you know it." Heidi's eyes light up and she starts impaling her mouth on my cock.

"What a crock ..." Mom groans. Heidi doesn't seem to care and I give Mom a 'whatever' shrug. Heidi plays with my head lapping at it and nibbling along the edges. When I finally let a moan slip she smiles knowingly up at me and begins licking my shaft top to bottom, working her around the entire circumference.

When she turns her attention to my balls my breathing increased. She licks, sucks, and lets each testicle play across her tongue while bathing my crotch in her breath. I finally have to edge up and stroke her hair and coax her lips up to the top once more.

"Mmmm ..." she sighs as she starts to take me in. Either super-hungry or simply trying to impress me, Heidi pushes up onto all fours hovering over my cock and looks up to me before lowering her mouth down and down until she takes me all in one single action.

All the while her throat muscles and tongue massage my entire length like no other woman I've ever met. Who cares if she's a freak or not, this is the best blowjob I've ever had; not a hint of a gag reflex. I start stroking and teasing her hair. Heidi's making a pleasant little gurgling noise when I see Mom stretch out next to Heidi and pushing her on her side.

I'm afraid that Mom might be pushing her out of the way but she starts lavishing attention on Heidi's breasts instead.

"Take it easy on her," I caution Mom because this feels so damn good. Sienna doesn't acknowledge me, but she also doesn't start abusing Heidi either.

Mom's rough hands dig soft furrows down Heidi's stomach to her clean-shaved pubic area.

"This bitch is gushing," Mom jokes as she explores Heidi's cunt. Heidi responds by bobbing her head faster on my cock while thrusting her hips against Mom's hand. Between the slurping noise of my cock going in and out of my cock and the squishing of Mom's fingers in her cunt I feel my balls starting to tingle.

"Let's switch up," I suggest. Mom sits back on her haunches while I slip off the bed and turn Heidi around so that her ass rests on the edge of the bed. I hike her thighs up over my arms and aim my cock at the entrance of her pussy lips. Heidi grabs her thighs and pulls up to face me. We kiss, tongues playfully dancing together before she reaches down, rips the condom wrapper open and rolls the condom on.

"What do you want Heidi?" I whisper to her.

"I want you to fuck me Josh," she pants back.

"How do you want it?" I taunt her.

"Aaahhh ... I want it ... I want it hard Josh. I want it rough. Make me scream," she begs with a school girl's charm. What a freak; what a wonderful charming freak.

She lays back down as I rub up and down her slit with my cock for several seconds until Heidi starts to whimper. I let my head stick in the tip, hesitate, then slam my full length in. Heidi jumps off the bed and she cries out. I don't waste a second before pull out and slam in again and again. I push her legs forward and snake a hand down to her clit. As I start massaging her; Heidi mewls and whimpers some more.

"So fucking good," I tell Heidi as I lean over her. She responds by pulling up to me, breasts bobbing up and down as I pound her and she kisses me. She is so happy she's starting to cry. I twist and pinch her clit that gets those tear ducts going as her body slaps back down on the bed in ecstatic pain.

Mom comes around to Heidi's head grabbing a handful of hair from the top of her head and looking down at her.

"Get to work," Mom commands. Heidi nods vigorously, while Mom responds with a predatory sneer. Sienna straddles Heidi's face facing me her pendulous breasts swaying back and forth.

There was no doubting Heidi's enthusiasm as her fingers dig into Mom's hips squeezing her chunky flesh and pushing her head into Mom's cunt. Mom's red pubic hair contrasted brightly against Heidi's pale flesh while Mom rocks forward and our eyes meet. Those green orbs sparkling with lust and hunger and I find her body taunting me as we move ever closer.

Heidi screams beneath Mom's thighs and by Mom's reaction she must be clamping onto her pussy when she has her orgasm. I feel Heidi's fluids dripping down my balls and onto the floor.

"You bitch," Mom howls but that doesn't stop her from riding Heidi's face with greater intensity. "Fuck her harder," Mom urges me.

She grabs Heidi's breasts digging her fingers and dragging her nails up until they surround the nipples painfully. I reach between Heidi's thighs and begin teasing her anus with a finger. She surprises me by virtually grabbing my finger with her anal muscles and drawing me in. I hurriedly push another in a second then a third. Heidi loses it again ... then again.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it," I chant as I feel me reaching the cusp of my own orgasm. This has been fantastic sex and I'm looking forward to getting off. Mom has other plans; she pushes me back until I stumble out of Heidi.

"What the fuck?" I grunt. Mom replies by grabbing my cock, yanking off my rubber and pulling me forward by my hips.

As her mouth engulfs my cock my first instinct is to pull away in revulsion. The only problem is that it feels so damn good. I grab the hold of the short hairs on top of Mom's head at the same time she pumps the base of my cock. In the background I can hear Heidi still slurping lustfully away on Mom's pussy. This is way too much for me.

"UHHhhhh..." I grunt as I shoot off my first blast of semen into Mom's mouth. Mom gulps down continuously which is so erotically wrong. When my focus starts to return I recall Heidi and her interrupted surge of pleasure. While my Mom continues to work out the last of my seed I reach down and rub four fingers over Heidi clit and pussy. Heidi pushes up her hips rhythmically in response to my efforts.

Bowing to over-stimulation, Mom lets go of my cock and lowers her face to Heidi's thigh while moaning continuously. I lean down between Heidi's legs only inches from Mom's face and begin tonguing her clit. Heidi's thighs begin trembling and as I start to slip my tongue inside of her I can feel her muscle walls contracting.

With one last convulsion Heidi goes limp. Mom gets off Heidi's lips and reclines next to her which makes me shake my head with the host of perverse thoughts running through my mind. Mom reaches out and starts to stroke my cock.

"Mom," I groan in protest.

"Josh, I haven't had sex with man that didn't involve a nightstick shoved up my ass somewhere along the way in twenty four years," Sienna instructs, "so sue me if I like to look over a nice sexy man."

"Mom, your hand is on my cock. That's more than looking," I remind her.

"Hey I believe in interactive visual aids," Mom chuckles. As she starts to pull on my cock I pull away.

"Mom, slow down. I need to think about this -- you and I," I explain. Mom responds with a shrug.

"I'm going to take a shower," Mom leers at us both; shaking her hips and back off the bed and then shimmying her big ass into the bathroom.

Heidi starts moaning softly so I crawl up beside her and rest next to her body. She trembles as she pushes her body up against mine, nuzzling in and starting to murmur. Somewhere along the way she starts licking the sweat off my chest.

"Do you want to keep me?" she asks me softly. I look down at her as Mom cuts on the shower.

"You are a person not a pet," I relate to her. She looks up at me with those luminous grey eyes, open and trusting and vulnerable. Heidi either didn't hear me, or refuses to accept my response.

"How about we take it slow Heidi? You were fantastic last night ... and this morning, but I'm still getting over a nasty break-up and I just got my Mom out of prison so I don't want to layer on too many commitments."

Heidi keeps staring at me but I can see a dimming of the light in her eyes. She's heard all of this before no doubt. Somewhere along the line they stop taking her calls and cross the street to avoid her.

"So," I tell her as I stroke her hair, "what do you want to do tonight?"

She seems mildly confused.

"Well, Mom sort of dictated what we did last night so I figure it would only be fair for you to decide what to do tonight," I tell her.

"Seriously?" Heidi whispers. "Could you tie me up and spank me?" she asks excitedly.

"Okay, I was thinking dinner and a movie or a club," I suggest. I can hear Mom laughing at me for ignoring her warning about Heidi.

"I'd like that even if you want other people to use me," Heidi licks my left nipple.

"No, I want to keep you for myself for the first week or two," I blurt out. Her head looks up and studies me, so I give her a kiss on the lips.

"I'll go anywhere with you," she whispers, "even to a club if that's what you want."

"That is what I want to do with you, Heidi," I answer her. She goes back to kissing my chest with just a hint of tongue.

"I'll make you so happy," Heidi sighs, "just you wait and see."

Yep, I can hear Mom laughing her ass off right now.