*The love of family is never lost; it is thrown away*

(Not too much later that morning)

*

I am drying myself next to my bed after Heidi and I have finished showering when Mom pops in. She slaps Heidi in her ass and flops on the bed. She has on some khaki shorts and a black tank top that reveals she is wearing a black, see-through bra we had bought from Heidi's store only yesterday. It is bad enough seeing it on hanger; to imagine my Mom's massive titties trying to burst out of the damn things is eerie.

"I'm wearing the matching panties too," Mom teases me, "though this thong is going to take some getting used to." Now I have this image of her huge, muscular ass cheeks choking the existence out of a piece of flimsy silky fabric stuck in my mind. I have to do something.

"Heidi, aren't you going to get dressed?" I change the subject.

"Do I have to?" she perks up to the point that he nipples bounce hypnotically before my eyes.

"Stay naked," Mom smirks at me, "but you have to bend over at the waist and touch your toes every ten seconds if you do." Heidi puts her back to me, bends over with the aid of wrapping her arms around her knees and bends over. Her hair cascades down to the floor while she looks between her open legs and smiles at me.

"Like this?" she giggles as I moan and shift my cock inside my jeans.

"No, you have to put some clothes on," I insist. Heidi pouts and stands back up.

"Damn," Mom bitches. She slides off the bed and walks over to Heidi, putting an arm on her shoulder. "Can I have a gun?"

"What!" I gasp. "No! Last time you had a gun bad things happened." Things like the death of my father/her husband.

"I'll trade you my bitch here," Mom offers me surprisingly eager and highly submissive Heidi, "and a pack of smokes."

"You can't trade me Heidi," I grumble. I want to say 'she's a human being' but I know that's going to fly like a lead balloon. "She's mine," I tell Mom. "Heidi, get over here." Mom and I match wills yet again before she winks and pushes the white haired nymph to me. Heidi stumbles slightly then rapidly shuffles to my side.

"Bad girl," I spank her ass hard enough to shake her. I have no idea where that came for and I'm rather horrified about it too. Heidi yips. I want to turn, comfort her and tell her I'm sorry but she is rubbing up against me like a happy little kitten before I can respond. Heidi looks up at me adoringly so she misses Mom's amused snort and mouthing 'freak' to me.

"You will wear something," I insist to Heidi, "in this house. Understood?" Heidi nods vigorously and Mom waves us both off, washing her hands of the episode, and leaves. I quickly finish getting dressed and head downstairs as well. I am cooking up the group of us -- my suddenly expanded household -- when Heidi comes down dressed as well.

Or, I imagine, dressed in a Heidi-like fashion. She is wearing a black bustier with gossamer cups, black fishnet thigh high stockings and black ballet slippers. That's it -- nothing more. No panties, skirt, tunic or sarong. Her beautiful bald pussy is right there in the open screaming 'come get me'.

Mom looks up from the paper. I notice she is squinting. I'd seen it yesterday when she looked at the computer screen but I had other problems at the time.

"You told her to get dressed," Mom chuckles. "She got dressed so no bitching."

"That's dressed?" I stammer.

"Fine, I'll take care of it," Mom shrugs. She turns to Heidi who remains her normally upbeat self. "Is that dildo with the bumps on it a vibrator too?"

"Yes...Sienna," Heidi confirms. Mom motions Heidi forward and when she gets there, smacks Heidi's ass.

"Go get it damn it," Mom chuckles. Heidi gives a 'meep!' then skips off -- and I mean skips off like a little school girl -- to get her sex toy. I second later she runs back around the corner like hell itself was coming for her only to stop in front of me. I look past her before meeting her gaze.

"Yes?" I questioned

"Do you want me to go get the vibrator?" Heidi asks fearfully. Mom starts laughing.

"Okay -- yeah -- sure," I worry. Heidi seems terribly relieved. As she turns to leave, "Heidi, how old are you?"

"Would it make you happy if I told you I was eighteen?" giddy with whatever frightened her having evaporated away.

"Sure...I guess," Then, "wait, I gave you liquor," I pointed out.

"Oh, in that case I'm twenty-one," she beamed happiness my way. "Do you want me to say I'm older?"

"No...no," I sigh, "Let us stick with the lies we are using right now." Heidi skips off again, happy as a clam. Once she's safely bounding upstairs, Mom's chest heaves with mirth.

"Son, I tried to tell you -- she's a freak," Mom said with surprising patience. "She's got no home, or if she does, she's a squatter and that means no light or electricity. She stores her belongings somewhere no doubt."

"How do you know this?" I questioned.

"Eventually they get caught robbing a place, get strung out on drugs, or become prostitutes because they've got no one and nobody," Mom explains. "People like her get eaten alive once they get inside," I assumed 'inside' means prison. "Or on the outside, they end up disappearing because no one gives a fuck about them."

"Fuck Mom, what am I supposed to do?" I groan. Mom gave me a steely glare.

"You look like your Dad but you are not your Dad," Mom declares. "You served and you didn't have to; you served as a grunt when you could have been an officer, you were in combat when your Grandfather could have kept you safe and you dashed over open ground to save men in your unit while the rest kept to cover -- I read about how you won your Bronze Star, Joshua and I was and am very proud of you."

"Beverly men have served since the Spanish American War," I shrug. I had grown up seeing the pictures of those ancestors hanging around the house growing up. "Dad..."

"Your father would never have served in combat, Josh. I adored him, loved him but in the end, he wasn't the man he portrayed to the world," Mom says.

"His last betrayal wasn't his first," she continues. "I tried to get your grandparents to see it but they wouldn't. If I divorced him I would have lost both of you...which happened anyway, I know. You and Natalie think being raised by your grandparents was rough? Being raised by your Father would have been worse."

We hear Heidi coming back downstairs.

"Maybe we can finish this conversation later," Mom sighs. "You need to clean out some of your closet and drawer space."

"Why?" I ask as Heidi comes in with the requested black vibrator. I stir the oatmeal a bit more though it's almost ready.

"Why?" Heidi pipes up.

"Well, you could give the little freak her own room," Mom sneers as she motions for Heidi to come over. Heidi looks my way and I absently gave my consent.

"Own room?" Heidi bleats uncertainly.

"But," Mom slaps Heidi's thigh for the interruption, "she'll only be crawling into your bed every night anyway. She's a total whore that way, trust me." Heidi was looking rapidly back and forth desperately trying to gain clarity on the discussion.

"Yes?" I direct to Heidi.

"What are you two talking about?" she trembles.

"You are moving in," Mom beats me to the punch. "He is thinking about giving you your own room while I think it would be easier to move your stuff into his."

"I...oh," Heidi exhales, "You guys are playing with me," she grins weakly. "Not funny guys."

"No, I'm serious," I correct Heidi.

"Listen bitch," Mom rumbles. "Your ID isn't bad but it has your date of birth as 01-07-77, which would make you thirty-six. There is no way you are thirty-six. Is Heidi even your real name?"

"What are you going to do to me?" Heidi requests nervously.

"Well, I'm going to serve you breakfast, take you to work then get to work myself," I state calmly. "You should be more worried about the fact that you are holding a dildo that Mom wants to use on you right now."

Heidi still looks uncertain.

"Come here bitch," Mom motions her over. I want to know how I ended up here when all I wanted to do was show an ounce of kindness and compassion -- first to Mom and now Heidi. I give Heidi a nod telling her it is okay.

"Bend over the table," Mom directs Heidi. Heidi does so reluctantly while Mom toys with the device. It takes me a moment to realize Mom has never used such a thing before. It is thrumming and buzzing inside a minute and Heidi's behind wiggles in anticipation. Mom starts inserting it into Heidi's pussy.

"It's awful loose back here," Mom comments. "If I stick it in, can you keep it?"

"Yes," Heidi hiccups. "Yes, I can."

"Well, if you can keep it inside until breakfast is over you can stay with us ya freak," Mom offers. Heidi's head pops up my way, her eyes pleading.

Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap, I think. I need to say something that translates over as positive to Heidi's way of thinking.

"As long as you are always available for sex," I add. I can't believe I just treated a woman that way. My grandfather is undoubtedly rolling in his grave.

"Okay," she smiles happily at me, "I can do that. Is there anything else I can do?"

"Yeah; there will be domestic stuff," I shrug. "Scrubbing my back in the shower, keeping me warm in bed at night, and getting me drinks and stuff while wearing what you have on now...or stuff like that."

That feel so lame and by the way Mom rolls her eyes, she thinks so too. Whatever Heidi thinks is lost with her head bobbing up and down repeatedly.

"I can do that," she gives a dazzling smile. She's still smiling when Mom rams the dildo all the way in and cuts it on.

"Hang on to it Whore," Mom commands. "Since Joshua is paying for you, you're a whore now and not a freak." Holy Hell, I'm now taking care of a second person, three if you count Grandmother. I dole out portions of oatmeal, reaching over a vibrant Heidi to place one on front of Mom and then putting another in front of Heidi.

Heidi's teeth are clenched tight and her eyes are shut in concentration. She sniffs when she smells the bowl and her stomach growls in hunger. I take my place at the table and start to eat. Ten seconds later I realized that Heidi isn't and can't feed herself so I will have to do it for her.

"Here you go," I tap her lips with the first spoonful. Heidi looks at me as if I've betrayed her. "Breakfast can't end until you've finished your bowl," I point out. The frown fades and she looks slightly embarrassed. When her mouth opens I stick the spoonful in and let her suck it off.

"Ram it in," Mom mumbles around her own mouthful of gruel. "She's deep-throated your meat and that's a pretty impressive feat."

"Stop it Mom," I grouse, "I'm not going to torture Heidi."

"Mmmumff," Heidi garbles. She gulps down her food then, "It's not torture. I'm good with things going down my throat," she gleefully informs me. I DO NOT GET this girl.

"Heidi, when do you have to be at work?" I inquire.

"The store opens at ten so I like to be in by 9:30," she replies in a sing-song voice. "I get off at eight and can be outside at 8:05 pm." I feed her another spoonful.

"Since we have the time I want you to give me a blowjob at my computer while I go through my e-mail," I try to sound casual. Heidi gobbles down her food.

"I'd be happy to," Heidi coughs. "Your cum is tasty."

"And you like that he doesn't stuff it down your throat when you are choking," Mom chuckles.

"Exactly how would you come about this knowledge?" I stupidly ask. Seriously, why do I want to know about my Mom's sex life either her brief time with my Dad or all her other time in prison?

"Trust me Son," Mom shakes her head. "They are men who feed you their dicks without a thought for the reality that we have both a gag reflex and teeth and men who don't. You are the kind that avoids the emergency room." Oh fuck!

"Heidi, do you have a primary care physician?" He look is one of puzzlement then fear. That would be a 'no'.

"If I get you an appointment, will you let me take you to see a doctor -- get you checked for any problems and a prescription for birth control?" I ask. I'm now confronted with an identity crisis, or more appropriately, a false identity crisis.

"Who the hell are you going to get who will neglect her total lack of a Social Security number?" Mom scowls my way. I have the sudden insight that Mom no longer utterly despises Heidi.

"Natalie," I state. Mom laughs uproariously.

"You are going to talk your stuck-up sister, who wouldn't even talk to her own mother when she was in prison, into helping your new whore?" Mom glares at me.

"Trust me," I promise, "Natalie will help me out. She's not a bad person." Mom snorts.

I'm thinking about what to do with Heidi when the obvious hits me in the face.

"Heidi, you don't have to see a doctor if you don't want to but it would make me happy if you would agree," I tell her. Heidi thinks about it so much a disaster is barely avoided. Heidi's face scrunches up tightly.

"Almost lost it," she hisses. She almost let the vibrator slip out of her cunt. Mom decides to be 'helpful'. She pulls the dildo out with its distinctive whizzing growing louder. It diminishes soon enough as Mom reinserts it and Heidi's face contorts with pain as Mom presses the vibrator into Heidi's ass.

"Hmmm, nice and snug," Mom snickers. Seconds later Heidi squeals. Mom runs a hand from Heidi's knee to mid-thigh, holding up two slick fingers up for my appraisal. "You had better eat her food or get ready to mop the floor -- she's gushing and I'm not a domestic." I manage to feed one more spoonful to Heidi before rapidly cleaning both our bowls myself.

(Later that morning)

I've gotten a blowjob and had a little tug of war with Heidi. She finished getting dressed and retrieved her baggage.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"In case you change your mind," she looks self-conscious and worried. I might send her away, or worse, send her away and keep her stuff.

"Take it back to 'our' room," I point her back to the stairs. She blinks like a doe caught in the headlights before nodding and sprinting back upstairs. I give her a swat to the ass to hurry her along. At her place of employment, I hang around to make sure she opens the store safely before heading out.

"Is everything okay?" Heidi acts coquettishly. I seem confused so she comes up and pushes her body against me. "Normally I'm being pushed into the back room or even the front counter by now."

"Do those people want wake up with your beautiful smile blazing away to be the first thing they see in the morning?" I challenge her. She has no comeback.

"I'll be at the door at 8 pm and we are going out to get you a little black dress unless you have one," I demand. Heidi nods but she's really lighting up the room with her renewed confidence.

"Do you want me to wear underwear?" she asks innocently. I have to filter that request.

"Yes, but only something I can work one set of fingers around," I nod sagely and by the twinkle in my freak's eyes I can tell I've hit the ball out of the park with that request.

"I'll be waiting," she promises.

"No, I'll be here before you close up," I correct her. "Then, if I think you've had a good day, I'll let you give me one of your masterful blowjobs."

"Great," she claps her hands, "make sure you have your Mom give you some action before you come over because I really want you to be hard a really, really long time."

I nod. I nearly miss the door and walk through the glass exterior wall on the way out I'm so thunderstruck with the course my life seems to be taking. By some miracle I drive home without breaking the law, or being killed in some traffic mishap.

(Just Get Out!)

I walk in and am hit with the dying voices from the front room. I pop in to take a look.

There are three women dressed like they've raided a Hip-hop/Army Surplus crossover shop. The closest one has a blue teardrop tattoo like Mom's except where the newcomer has one, Mom has six.

"Hey Sienna, is this your old man?" the leader, the nearest one, jokes.

"What the fuck are you doing in my house?" is my polite reply.

"That's my Son," Mom says cautiously. The leader opens her jacket and shows me her nickel-plated 9mm Beretta stuffed into her waistband.

"Your brat had better behave," the woman leers with some serious menace.

"Mom, I'm going to my room," I warn her. I'm not sure why as I think these are criminal associates of hers from the outside world. No footfalls come pounding after me so Mom hasn't betrayed me. I take the stairs two at a time upstairs, get to my room and lock the door from inside. I'm inside my gun safe -- I cannot walk into it but its large -- and put on my armored vest first.

Next comes my Benelli automatic shotgun, the holsters for two .40 calibers and my K-bar. I double check everything before checking the hall is clear before returning to the living room. This is hardly the first room I've swept, though this is the first time doing so in my own home. I have the advantage in knowing where the 'hostiles' are and the layout of the room.

"This gun does not go 'cha-chunk'; its blast will not penetrate the four-layer brick wall behind you, and I will find out your names when the cops come to fingerprint your corpses," I say in my 'combat veterans' voice. The three gangsters jerk slightly in their seats. Whatever bullshit the leader is about to spout dies as her vision takes in the tunnel of the shotgun that will shoot her in the face.

"Sienna?" the female gang-banger at the other end of the sofa says in a hushed tone.

"Damn Josh, are you really planning to kill all these bitches?" Mom says totally deadpan.

"I'm searching my soul for a reason not to," I remark.

"You fucker, you had better put that gun down," the leader spouts fearfully.

"Did you kill any people when you were in the Marines?" Mom quizzes me.

"Five, but I don't count that group down the well -- I dropped a grenade down where they were cowering -- that doesn't count in my book," I relate.

"Sienna, call your boy off," the leader snaps.

"Joshua, if I try to stop you, are you going to shoot me?" Mom actually sounds amused.

"No -- I'm going to shoot the first two -- they are packing so the police will believe me when I say they were reaching for them; then I will cold-cock you and kill the last one," I explain. "You planning to do something stupid?"

"Nah Son, I'm good. I'll sit this one out," Sienna laughs coldly.

"Listen up Ass..." the leader growls.

"You are going to shut and listen," I interrupt. "She's my Mom and I just got her back, so I don't care who you are. She's out of your gang -- no discussion."

"You can tell your...whatever you call you chiefs - or I'll tell the next dumb bunny they send," I say with a steely calm. "I'm going to count down from five to zero then I'm going to start shooting unless each of you take your guns out with the thumb and forefinger and place them on the ground then your wallets and phones. If you don't, you will next be talking to Lucifer and I'll be tipping one back with the head of the local precinct and bitching about the reduction in the quality of low-lives heading uptown. Five..."

By 'One' I have their guns, knives (they were playing it safe) phones, and wallets (these girls don't carry purses). I have them file out and heading for the door when the leader decides she is too much of a bad-ass to keep quiet.

"Bitch, you are going to pay for this," she snarls back at me.

"Well fuck you too," I sigh. She was right; I wasn't sending a strong enough message. "Down on the floor you two," I motioned to the two lesser ranking members. "Mom, I didn't see anything but I assume you have a blade of some kind. Come here," I request. Sienna steps up with a filleting knife.

"Sienna, go to the leader, hold her right hand up to the door and pin it there with your knife -- really stick it to her. If you don't, I'll kill her," I order.

"No problemo," Mom shrugs. Keeping to the wall, and out of my line of fire, she closes up on Big Mouth.

"Sienna," the woman seems surprised.

"Nina," Mom says calmly. "My boy got a medal for killing people. I have no doubt if I don't 'mark' you, he is going to plaster your brains all over the door; your choice." Sienna gives Nina the option -- maiming or death?

Nina relaxes her hand and stops resisting. Sienna actually puts a hand over Nina's eyes and starts whispering to her. In the midst of the talk, Sienna strikes and I can tell Nina didn't sense it coming; Mom is that smooth. Sienna's free hand clamps down on Nina's mouth, muffling the scream.

"Mom, go take Nina to the kitchen; the medical bag is under the sink," I direct those two. The knife comes out with a sickening noise I had hoped never to hear again after assisting in emergency surgery not too long ago. As Mom leads Nina past me, I flip out one of my 9mm and hand it to Mom.

"If she gets out of line, kill her Mom," I explain.

"Understood Joshua," Sienna nods. Nina is in pain but the gesture does sink in.

"You two go outside and stand by the curb; I don't want anyone thinking you belong in this neighborhood or this house," I say. They both stand back up.

"Ummm...Joshua," the closest one asks. She is using my name but I have no idea what hers is. "I'm called Demona," she adds, "Can we get our wallets and phones. We sort of need them for the Metro-pass, plus all our money -- and stuff."

"You mean like Demona in Gargoyles," I inquire. Her face lights up then Demona looks embarrassed.

"Yeah -- it was like the only family-friendly DVD my family had growing up," she informs me.

"I think I had the same one," I nod. "Go get your phones," I tell her. She hesitates. "In the service, guys would do almost anything for their family pics. Don't forget your wallets either."

I maneuver back so I can keep both women under watch. There are the prerequisite number of knives and guns when Demona gets back but Mom and Nina have still not returned.

"Did you and Mom do time together?" I ask the two with me.

"Billie did," Demona acknowledges her partner, "but I didn't. My Mom made her bones helping Sienna -- that was Sienna's second tear," and then Billie elbows her.

"Tears...teardrop tattoos are marks of how many people you've killed for the gang?" I question.

"Keep your mouth shut," Billie hisses to Demona.

"Billie, Sienna is my Mother; who in the hell am I going to tell? I'll never let them send her to jail again," I pledge and I can't believe the words coming out of my mouth but they are genuine.

"Yeah," Demona glowers back at Billie. "Who is he going to tell?"

"Tell what?" Nina grumbles.

"She thinks Mom needs weight loss supplement," I tell. I'm keeping watch on them all. "Nina just so we are clear -- this is it. You come after me and or my Mom, you are going to win but we will take a few of you down with us," I pledge.

"You don't understand," Nina's eyes bore into me. "There are hundreds of us."

"Cool, but the only two numbers you need to consider is that there are 53 former members of my unit in the local area. Of those, a dozen would miss me enough to take my murder serious -- I'm about to e-mail this encounter to them," I say.

"They aren't your normal bad guy -- they are snipers and explosive experts so your people won't realize they've fucked up before they become dead. I figure at twenty of you they call it even," I shrug. "Take that back home to your leaders. Now get out because I also need to get a Concealed Weapons permit."

"We'll see," Nina glowers. Demona surprises Nina by returning her phone and wallet, both who flash me a look.

"I figured the point had been made," I admit.

"The point being we are not going to let you sneak up to your bedroom next time," Billie stares at me.

"That's right," Sienna agrees. "Next time I'm pumping bullets through the door when I see any of your ugly asses outside -- is that clear enough Nina?"

"Whatever," Nina rasps. Demona gets the door and the three file out.

"Do you want the gun back?" Sienna says as I check the door and lock the deadbolt.

"Don't let anyone find it," I caution her.

"You are coming around fast," Sienna chuckles.

"Sort of; I now believe you will defend Heidi if someone breaks in," I grin back at her, "and I want to know she's safe." I go upstairs to the sound of Mom's laughter.

(Natalie)

I'm a little early for the Natalie at the hospital where she's finishing up her interning after a drive in the downpour and a jog to the center itself. I don't take hospital parking because it belongs to the people who actually need it.

"Hello Zoe," I greet the nurse who always seems to be on station.

"Hey Joshua, I am glad to see you and Dr. Green fixing things up," she means my sister Natalie -- having people call her Dr. Green still feels weird. Neither of us has aired the reason for our recent rift.

"That is what this late lunch is supposed to see but I'm not expecting hugs and kisses by the time this is over," I admit.

"Give her some time," Zoe smiles knowingly at me. "She's a tiny bit pig-headed -- kind of like some man I know." I look over my shoulder trying unsuccessfully to find who she's talking about. "You making the first move is a positive gesture." If only she knew.

"Zoe, who do I see about new patient files?" I evade.

"Family or new?" she quizzes professionally.

"Family," I reply.

"Getting married, are we?" Zoe teases me.

"Let's take it one step at a time," I pale.

"We can shoehorn them in under your own insurance until their own is approved." Zoe explains. "I'll download the forms and requests and I'll have their previous medical records set to Jethro in records. We will keep it low-key."

"Thanks Zoe," I sigh with relief. I shouldn't be so confident; getting Mom's records sent from her Parole Officer to the Hightower Manhattan Hospital will be easy. Creating a medical history for Heidi is going to be a cast-iron bitch.

"What is he thanking you for Nurse Zoe Mitchell?" Dr. Natalie Green teases us both. I'm relieved to see that Natalie isn't busting my balls about Mom.

She changes into street clothes and joins me quickly enough. We take a taxi down eight blocks because the rain is renewed its rampage. We go to the Umberto because my bank account has taken such a beating in the past 24 hours that it has stopped screaming. It looks like I'm not going to England in two months after all.

With a 'Mr. and Ms. Green' we are shown to our table. Grandmother and Grandfather loved this place. We work through the coffees (no drinking alcohol for her) and orders before Natalie breaks down and starts talking.

"So how much of a twisted little piece of work has our Mother become?" Natalie inquires.

"For starters, she is not little, Nat," I gesture. "She's nearly two hundred pounds."

"The sow," Natalie grumbles.

"No," I correct her. "She's muscle, no flab; I think she can bench press nearly as much as I can."

"What the...how did that happen?" Natalie's eyes grow large.

"Natalie, she was in a prison gang and pretty bad-ass, but to answer your next question; we are getting along okay," I tell my sister. "She's trying to adjust."

"Oh, can I see it -- her," Natalie stumbles.

"You hated the idea of her getting out and now you want to see her? What is up?" I have to know.

"I imagine that when she was safely away in a box, I could ignore her but...I thought about what you said about never having known her," Natalie stares down at the table. "You love her despite what she did and you are the only one of us who knew her."

"Maybe you can go out with me and, umm, my new girlfriend," I blather. I'm nervous about Heidi, much more about calling her my GF.

Natalie leans forward somewhat distracted and excited.

"You've met someone? Do tell," she grins.

"She works at a plus-sized lingerie store; her name is Heidi Winters and I like her, though Mom doesn't," of course I'm less sure about the last thing.

"When can we meet her?" Natalie's 'we' is referring to her 'lesbian' roommate Teela who is a rather successful artist and interested in my sister. I say 'lesbian' because she loudly proclaims that status yet I know she hits on guys, since I'm one she's hit on when she was drunk.

"Teela will be floored that you are dating someone outside the Cotillion list," Sis adds. "She's always thought you were such a stick in the mud."

"That won't be a problem after tonight," I mutter. I don't want to show Heidi off, I want to show her a good time which leads me to my phone.

"Heidi, do you have a moment?" I say over the phone, much to my Sister's interest.

"Yes," Heidi says cautiously. This could be me dumping her.

"I am thinking of bring my Sister along tonight but she wants to bring a friend of hers," I inform her. "Are you okay with this or do you want to do the meet and greet thing another night?"

There is a long pause followed by, "Do you still want me to wear clothes?" Natalie's eyes explode wide open upon hearing this.

"Yes; Heidi, who are you with now?" I lecture the white haired wonder.

"I am with you -- and you want me to wear clothes tonight," she is positively upbeat, "so I'm wearing clothes -- and you are going to punish me when we get HOME," she sings through the word 'home', "tonight."

"We will see how well behaved you are and how much you make me misbehave when doling out midnight favors, Heidi," I lay down the law.

"Yes Master -- I mean Joshua -- I'll do my best to be bad but not get caught! Work; I have to go now. I...can't wait to see you this evening," she hurries away.

"Joshua...what have you done?" Natalie stares at me.

"I like her; she's growing on me. She's very devoted and creative and funny and sincere," I go down her grand, yet not too sexual, qualities. Talking about her willingness to have a three-way with Mom is the precisely wrong way to go.

"How does Mom fit into all this? Were they in prison together?" Natalie requests.

"No. Sienna even warned me away from Heidi and she's even been cruel to Heidi on occasion," I inform Natalie. "Mom even wanted to take her clothes and toss her on the street last night and we nearly fought over me stopping her."

"I wish you had popped her one," Natalie stated with conviction.

"Natalie, if Mom and I go at it seriously, one of us is ending in the hospital and it might well be me," I point out.

"You are a combat veteran and a hero Josh," my sister can't grasp the other side of the equation.

"Natalie, she's been in combat for twenty years and she has the scars and tattoos to prove it," I tell my closest family. "I'm thinking on that body is a roadmap to all the horrible things she's had to do to survive -- she is covered in tattoos that must have some significance."

"Oh damn -- oh damn," Natalie bites her lip. "Oh damn' as in are you safe, and 'oh damn' as in Teela goes all freaky for girls with full body art -- the grittier, the better."

"You are not going to get much grittier than Mom," I warn her. "So are you coming out to 'Mars' with us tonight?"

"Oh Josh, you are so behind the times," Natalie roles her yes. "Mars is dead now; everyone goes to the Velvet House. We'll meet you there at 10:30."

"Thanks for the information and we'll be there," I smile. "Can I talk you into coming by and seeing Mom when you have a day off?"

"I'm off the next three days," she allows. "I'll consider it. Let's see how much I like this new girlfriend. I've hated everyone else you've show up with but this could be your lucky night."

"Thanks," I groan. She has never liked any of my girlfriends, not even Eden and Grandmother, who hated Mother Theresa, tolerated Eden.

(A double handful of Heidi)

It is 7:50 pm when I slip into Helena's, Heidi's place of employment. Heidi has made a serious clothing overhaul but is helping two older clientele and doesn't give me a look as I come into the store. Heidi directs them to the dressing room so I sneak up and wrap my arms around her from behind. She squeaks and tries to turn around.

"Hello Heidi, have you had a good day?" I whisper to her.

"I -- umm," she stammers and I realize I'm not holding Heidi; I leap back.

"Oh God," I blurt out, "I thought you were my girlfriend. Please don't get her in trouble with her boss." Now that the woman has turned around I can see she's almost a carbon copy of my girl, except where Heidi wears her look, this girl has mimicked Heidi closely.

"Everything is fine, Joshua," the woman snickers. "I'm Michelle and Heidi had to run out and get some of her things, so I'm covering for her. She told me to look out for a 'hunky' older man, I though she meant...older -- older; fortyish, not late twenties."

"Oh -- okay, let's start again. I'm Joshua Beverly and it is a pleasure to meet you Michelle," I extend my hand.

"I'm glad I didn't go with my gut instinct and grab your breasts," I sigh. I would have known instantly this woman wasn't Heidi because Heidi's breasts would be busting out of Michelle's ensemble.

"Sometimes you should go with your gut," Michelle teases me and gives my hand a baby smooth shake.

I'm saved by Heidi stumbling in with two large trash bags full of what must be clothes. Heidi drops the bags and rushes me, almost crushing Michelle's hand on the process.

"Joshua," she squeezes me as she presses her face into chest. Yeah, with Michelle's 'Fuck Me' pumps, Heidi's is much shorter.

"You must have made quite the first impression Joshua," Michelle teases.

"She's making me work for it, but I think I'm winning her over," I concede. Heidi hugs me tighter.

"Whatever you want," Heidi mumbles into my chest. Getting Heidi was blindingly easy but doing right by her was looking far more difficult.

"How about you take care of those last two customers?" I suggest then her attire comes crashing down on me. She has on a t-shirt, denim shirt jeans and tennis shoes. This close I can tell her bra is an underwired spider web design.

"I need to change back," she reluctantly admits.

"Actually Heidi, you start locking up in back and I'll deal with the fine old ladies," Michelle taps her friend. I try to remain obfuscated until the nice older ladies depart and Michelle shuts the door and flips the sign to 'Closed'.

"Do you work here?" as Michelle as she rings-out the store for the day.

"No, but Heidi and I go way back and I learned long ago that she's always jumping this way and that, so as her only long-term friend, I've learned to have her back when she's spontaneous," Michelle studies me.

"True enough; I can hardly consider one night and one morning to be to be something to make us true friends," I meet her gaze.

"She likes you," Michelle proceeds with her interrogation.

"I like her but I have a feeling she likes plenty of people," I reply. Michelle weighs that response.

"She likes you enough to risk losing the only job I could find for her by leave work to get most of her stuff -- to put in her house," Michelle regales me, "because she believes it when you say she can have her own room."

"She told me that she does stuff like this all the time," I become emotionally evasive.

"Heidi uses sex to make up for all the many deficiencies elsewhere in her life Joshua," Michelle warns me, "so when she tells me she wants to 'be' with someone, it is important."

"I will tell you what, I'll do my best to figure out what she wants and give it to her in a way that she knows she earned it -- no pity or handouts," I counter. Michelle nods.

"READY TO GO!" Heidi yells from the back as she bounds forward. "Security system is armed and I have three days off. Let's go shopping for that little black dress." Heidi has redressed herself in her 'normal' attire but forgotten her bags. I retrieve them for her before we proceed outside, roll down the rolling gate and make for my jeep.

"Heidi, that can't be all of your stuff," I bring up as we enter traffic. "No dresses of any kind that I could feel through the bags. The way she tenses up across from me; Michelle and the bags are in the backseat. No one pressures her which is possibly the cruelest part of it all.

"Drive toward the village," Heidi says. "It will only take a second."

It doesn't; at the five minute mark I head inside what appears to be a rundown 1950's apartment block. I walk in, curious what direction to take when I suddenly hear Heidi pleading loudly.

"Come on, it is my stuff," she goes on, "you promised me."

"That's tough Babe," the man's voice calls out; "thing change."

I go pounding up the stairs until I come within spitting distance of a man about three inches shorter and 25 pounds lighter but he has a shoulder holstered .38. They are standing at the closest open door and both turn their heads toward me as I come up.

"Heidi's here for her clothes," I explain.

"As I was explaining to the whore, the clothes aren't hers," the guy responds gruffly.

"New plan; I'm going to go in and get those clothes and you can just bill me," I propose as I move two steps closer. He puts his hand on the butt of his pistol.

"I don't think so you fucktard," the guy sneers.

"He's a cop," Heidi warns me frantically. That does bring me up short and pisses off the guy.

"What precinct?" I ask the cop.

"None of your damn business," as she snares Heidi's upper arm until she gasps in pleasure/pain.

"Let go of her and let her get her things or I'm going to make a phone call and crucify you," I tell him. He looks unimpressed though his grip on the phone tightens when reach cautiously into my pocket.

"What do you think you are doing?" he inquires threateningly.

"I'm calling an old high school friend," I say as I hit her number on speed dial. See, the 'Old Prep School' network is alive and well but now includes women. I call such a friend now, Sarah Winchell, Deputy Comptroller for the City -- the person who make sure city employees do, or don't get paid.

"Who?" he threatens then, "hang up."

"Hello Sarah, it is Josh and I need some help," I begin. If the guy pulls his gun out any further we're are going to have a fist fight. "Yeah, I want you to find out how this asshole is working for and why he's impounded some of my girlfriend's stuff. Why don't you crawl up his rectum and see if all his illicit finances are in order. I click a pick and the guy draws his piece."

"Do you have that?" I smile at the asshole as Sarah gets his picture.

"Mother-fucker," the cop snarls. Heidi looks like she's going to pass out but I don't let people push me around -- I never have. "Who are you talking to?"

"Sarah Winchell, who means nothing to you, but she meets with the Deputy Mayor and Deputy Commissioner of Public Safety twice a week," I glare. "Now do I tell my friend that this has been a terrible misunderstanding or do I devote my considerable contacts in this city to destroying your career?"

A second supposed cop, this one African American, comes to the door from inside the apartment.

"What sup?" he inquires softly.

"Heidi the Skank found herself a boyfriend," he tells his partner.

"I'd ask you to apologize but a pinhead like you does not matter to Heidi or me. Do yourself a favor and shut the fuck up or I will make sure the Police Commissioner personally knows who you are in a really bad way inside the next 24 hours," I feel my anger welling up.

"I'm not afraid of you," he waves the gun slightly.

"Then you are an idiot," I state. "My name is Joshua Beverly and..."

"You are that guy who saved those Marines' lives in Afghanistan," his partner says as he lowers his friend's gun. "Carter, let this one go; he's rich, connected and he's a war hero. We cut Heidi lose and use what we have left."

"Fine Rob, but Beverly -- Heidi is a basket case and she'll come crawling back soon enough," Carter gloats vindictively. I motion Heidi to break free of Carter's grip. She then follows Rob back inside the apartment.

"Carter, you are quickly burning through what little tolerance I have of you," I grin back with my own predatory gleam. "Heidi is mine now so stay away or..."

"Or what," Carter leans in.

"You will be polishing your rectum with your own fist," I growl.

"Jump," he challenges.

"Fine, do you know that in the Marine Corp they prize marksmanship? Hell, my instructor insisted we kill consistently out to 300 yards if we wanted weekend leave," I smile. "I always got weekend leave. Of course, that is nothing but useless trivia to you, right?"

Somewhere in our eye contact he knew what I would do to defend Heidi -- my Heidi; mine. Suddenly, in his mind, I was the bigger dog in the fight and he blinked first. Heidi and Rob came back out, Heidi first, and she saw the exchange. With the faintest of smiles she shuffled to my side. I put an arm around her without another word and led her downstairs.

"Heidi, don't ever let me walk into a situation like that again," I caution her. "You are mine now, get it. I will take care of you and punish you when you mess up -- like you did right now. Did you want to kill that man for you?" Heidi shivered next to me, her nipples straining against the fabric torturously.

"Yes," she whispers.

"I decide who lives and dies and who pays what price for any harm done to you," I tell her. "I'm so angry right now I'm thinking of making you sleep in the closet tonight."

"Oh," she whimpers, "Please -- please don't do that."

We get outside, toss her dresses into the back with Michelle and resume our seats. Only when the engine roars to life do I start to shudder from the realization of what I've just done. I was just a Macho He-Man Bastard to someone -- cop with a gun pointed at me only makes it worse. I don't even know that person but the second I saw Heidi in is grasp something slipped lose inside of me.

Now as they headed out shopping, that facet of his personality faded below the surface once more, but just barely.

(After the Party)

The five of us leave the Velvet House just past one. Teela is buzzing happily along while Natalie, Heidi and Michelle are getting along far greater than I expected. Heidi is vivacious and Michelle is a surprising font of everything to do with art in the city.

"You are Mitchell Gray!" Teela gasps then giggles.

I know who Mitchell Gray is too. He's an avant-garde street artist/clothing designer and...he's apparently one hell of a cross-dresser. Natalie looks as floored as I am but Heidi is taking it in stride as if she already knew.

"I must apologize, Josh," Teela snickers drunkenly. "I kept thinking you were a dud but it turns out you know the coolest people."

"I," I stammer to Mitchell/Michelle when he looks my way, "you look good."

"That's fine Josh," he touches my arm, "I've been following street kids like Heidi for years -- using them for inspiration and as models. Sometimes I even dress like my friends and live their lives for a time."

"Now I'm doubly happy I didn't grapple you at the outset," I smile at Mitchell. "With a celebrity there is always the risk of the paparazzi and I have a stuffy image to uphold."

"I think most of us need taxis now," Mitchell declares with supreme gravitas. "Give me a moment with Heidi first. The two Heidis move down sidewalk for a few whispered words which end up with them both looking at me.

"We can share a ride," Natalie volunteers as the first taxi rolls up. Natalie pours Teela in before joining her; Mitchell gives me a quick peck on the cheek before jumping in as well.

As they drive off, Heidi glides over to me but there is no contact until I put an arm around her waist. A cool breeze through the skyscrapers causes me to take off my jacket and put it over Heidi's shoulder.

"One day you will tell me what Mitchell told you," I randomly prod her.

"Of course," Heidi now feels justified in snuggling tightly. Our trip home is done peacefully barring that one time Heidi attempts to initiate a blowjob while at a stoplight with a patrol car sits next to us. I am not doing time for that nor risking the legendary blowjob accident aka castration.

She loves to skip and skip she does straight into the house, misses a beat to take in the noises then takes the basement stairs two at a time on her way to see Mom. This leaves me to lug in two trash bags full of clothes and a third with dresses and accessories. Damn, why does such a slightly built woman (with big breasts) have so many clothes? That gets file away with how much a corset weighs.

By the time I've dumped her belongs at the floor at the foot of my bed and made it down stairs, Mom has slouched on the sofa with a naked Heidi between her legs. Sienna has her powerfully muscled leg rotated to the side with the heel on the cushion while her right is less extended with her heel on the floor.

Heidi is exhibiting her sex-deprived self's most vigorous components by having one hand going between rubbing each butt cheeks right above the thigh and the other kneading Sienna's right breast. I walk beside Heidi, leaning in and kiss Mom -- she goes for the lips but I give and take it on the cheek.

I settle back into a crouching position so I can rub my left hand over Heidi's spine, small of the back, ass cleft and pussy. She is so ready to go, her juices readily pool into my hand. I rub then lightly slap her clitty for good measure and she is soon whining with need. Sienna growls, howls and comes off the sofa in climax first which works out well for me.

I immediately yank Heidi back by her hair; now she is really whining.

"You were bad today Heidi," I chastise her. "Go upstairs, keep yourself soaking wet but don't' you dare cum."

"Not the closet," she begs and I see true fear there.

"You only get the closet if I get so pissed I can't look at you Heidi and we are nowhere near there," I console her. "After all, I can't fuck you if I can't find you, right?" Heidi nods with frightening vigor. I point to the stairs and she scampers off with her handful of clothes.

"Okay, what was that about?" Sienna says once she knows Heidi has hit the first floor.

I sit cross-legged and tell Mom everything that has happened today and she studies me intently as I speak. There is a long pause before Mom speaks. I can almost hear two decades of something bottled up inside of her awakening form its slumber.

"Do you remember when I said you looked like your Father?" she reminds me. I nod.

"It is more than just looking like, Joshua, you sound, smell and feel like him too -- but I don't think you would have understood that back in prison," Sienna struggles for the words. "Fuck it all -- your Father owned me. That's the best way to describe it."

"What?" I gulp.

"Your Father was that kind of man, Joshua -- your Grandfather too. Hell," Mom starts getting emotional, I don't even know if Natalie is your Sister or your Aunt. Is that clear enough of my status in your perfect Beverly family?" This was not what I was expecting to hear. I was thinking something more in line with 'don't threaten cops'. Now -- I have to let Natalie know because she's a damn doctor and both our DNA is on record -- shit.

"That's why I was treated like a fuck-slut -- like Heidi -- when I started out. One day I remembered my rage toward your Dad and I had to fight back; I had to dig in and fight for you two and you have no idea how hard that was, Joshua," Mom pants heavily. "I wanted to get on my knees between some Top-Bitches legs and go to town. I wanted to beg for their attention but I remembered."

Mom stops to take a deep swig of her beer.

"All it took was your Grandfather telling your Father what a beautiful woman Natalie would grow up to be and your Father laughed. I broke then and when your Dad used me to pursue his latest conquest, I struck," Mom related.

"I guess I scared the crap out of your Grandfather and Grandmother because they left you alone," she looks down at her lap. "When I began hearing about you two, I had real hope but I could never reach out and even then they did such a bang up job on the both of you. Even then, I felt safer reaching out to Natalie first...in case you were like your Father. I didn't want to come back to that."

I rise up between Mom's legs and hugged her tight. This time there is no resistance and she is hugging me back immediately.

"Don't' let me be like him Mom," I say softly. "I don't want to hurt Heidi and I don't want to hurt you too."

"On one condition," Mom pushes me back so we are nose to nose, eye to eye. "Fuck me from time to time because, oh God, I miss your father's touch so much." I cough.

"How about we take it slow Mom and see if I can -- do it with you?" I evade. She nods.

"Do me one favor before you go spank Heidi's kitty -- spank my butt twice -- once on each cheek," she looks with not a hint of pressure. She's waited so many years already. What is a day or two more now?

I nod and Mom rolls over so that her knees are on the floor. She is grabbing the back of the sofa in both hands, arching her back and looking behind herself at me. I take a deep breath and there is this something I feel as I view a woman -- that is what my Mom suddenly is -- a woman -- in this position.

I caress each cheek, feeling Mom's posterior muscle groups flex and relax expertly beneath my fingertips. When I discover the spot that feels right I give her a resounding smack that rocks her buttocks and thigh then quickly back-palm the other cheek before she can fully recover from the first impact.

"Is that what you wanted Mom?" I say into her ear as I lean over her.

"Yes," she nods. I sneak my hands under her massive breasts - visions of Heidi? -- and massage them to the nipples. I take those hyper-excited apexes of sensuality between my thumb and forefinger then pull them swiftly to the side, stretching them painfully and making Mom hiss in pain.

"That's for being such a good Mom to me and for sneakily inserting Heidi into my life," I whisper. Sienna relaxes and lets her body slump on the sofa.

"She'll make you a better man if you are up to the challenge," Mom grins with her eyes still shut from the painful nipple twist. "Take care of her." I take that pearl of wisdom upstairs with me.

I strip down and climb into my side of the bed. Heidi is curled up around her pillow, her head still while her eyes follow me around the room and onto the bed. I've been staring at the ceiling for five minutes when Heidi comes over on all fours straddling me with that impish smile on her face. I cup her face and draw her down for a kiss.

I notice she's snuck out of bed and put on black, shimmering thigh length hose and a black open-cup bra.

"As always," I smile. "You look lovely."

"Thank you," Heidi blushes. "Joshua you are always so kind and gentle with me...like no one else but..."

"But?" I wonder.

"To punish me for tonight you could hammer my little butthole; I need it so bad," Heidi pleads. "I know I shouldn't pester you -- I know it's wrong. Punish me!"

"You do understand the inherent conflict in punishing you by giving you what you crave, right?" I tease her.

"Oh," she seems disappointed but Heidi always proves to be irrepressible. "Can you punish me after you tear my ass up?"

"Fine," I groan dramatically, "How about I tear into your rectum, punish you and then fuck your ass again so we both are sure who the most important person in this relationship is?" Heidi's eyes get wide and she bites her lower lip.

"If you must," she demurs but I can see her pussy glistening with abundant fluids in anticipation of what's to come.