A cold walk home

I wake up in a ditch a half mile outside of our neighborhood. My brain feels heavy. The nootropic wore off a while ago, I realize. My thoughts feel sluggish as I consider what to do. I climb from the ditch, struggling to see in the darkness, and step onto the sidewalk. I look around. No cars, no nothing. Just houses and suburbs as far as I can see behind me, and the flatlands stretching into the moonlight horizon before me.

A gentle morning breeze blows across the fields, cowering the tall grass as it passes. I'm struck by the beauty of the moment. Not something I've considered before, really. Then again, I've never walked around town in the middle of the night.

I check my phone and find it powered off. I'm sure they had it in a faraday cage the entire time or something. I sigh as I hold the power button and it boots up. 3:02 AM. The startup cycle completes, and suddenly my phone is flooded with notifications.

42 missed calls.

12 text messages.

Calls from Mom, Ashley, Kelly, Esmere, and Colette. Texts from all of them, asking, pleading, and demanding I answer. Their fear is evident, even through the plain text.

I open a group message with all of them and say, "I am safe and whole, and I will be home soon. I will explain later." As much as I can, anyway. They didn't tell me not to tell others what happened, but they didn't have to.

Scarcely ten seconds after I hit send, Mom calls me. A picture of her smiling face, a pair of wide-brim sunglasses covering her eyes and an umbrella overhead, lights up my face in the darkness. "Lily Mom" is written in white text across the top. Her name in my phone.

I'm caught for a moment at the sight of her. I took that picture last year when we went to the beach together for a day. Well, the lake. It has a man-made beach; the best we can hope for where we live. Emotion swells in my chest, worry and fear and other things I can't currently place. I slide the green button on my screen to answer it. "Mom?" I ask.

"Dom! Are you okay? Where are you?" Her voice is frantic and weak, and it hits me like a punch in the gut.

"I'm just outside of our neighborhood, a half mile down on the left. I'm okay. I'm walking home now." I try to be reassuring, but my tired mind struggles to focus.

"I'm coming to get you. Wait where you are."

"No--"

"Dammit, Dom! I'm coming! Now!"

I hear the fear in her voice, and nod, even though she can't see me. "Okay, Mom. I'll wait."

"I'll be there soon. I love you, dear. Please be safe," she says, her voice quivering as the phone call ends.

"I love you too, Mom," I answer, to the empty morning air.

I walk down the sidewalk towards home, kicking rocks and brooding over what Felicity told me. Pheremone? Ancient Wolf DNA? It sounds like some bullshit. Some X-Files, Wolverine, Harry Potter bullshit. But my nootropic mind had managed to see the reasoning behind her words, so I know my sober mind should trust it. It hasn't led me astray yet. And she was right about so many things. My feelings. My senses. The changes around me... The pheromone thing seems crazy, but how else could I explain what has been happening? As smooth of an operator as I wish I am, I know that getting my Mom and two sisters to love me like they do is not entirely of my own doing. It couldn't be. Not in such a short time.

And Felicity... my Aunt. Dad had a sister? So many things to sift through. And....shit. The flash drive. I don't look forward to retrieving that, later. Ugh. I don't know why Felicity couldn't just slip it into my shoe or something.

Headlights appear ahead of me and quickly zip down the street. The old Camry comes to a stop on the edge of the sidewalk and the door opens. The engine purrs as she puts it into park. Mom leaps out, still wearing her lavender cotton nightgown and a pair of black bedroom slippers, and grabs me in a hug. "My baby," she whispers into me, holding me tight.

"Mom," I answer, as I gently hug her back. "It's okay. I'm okay."

She looks up at me and the puffiness in her eyes tells me she has been crying. Her blonde hair is a mess, and the only thing that prevents her red cheeks from being coated in mascara is the time of day I was taken. I hug her again, her cheek resting neatly between my collar and jaw, and stroke her back. "It's okay," I say again, and her arms tighten around my back even more.

I become acutely aware of her soft and freely hanging breasts pressing against my chest, and I realize again that she is wearing only her nightgown. She must have been in bed, waiting to hear from me. Or the police, maybe. "Let's go home," I say, slowly releasing her and taking her at arm's length. "I'll drive."

"Okay," she murmurs, and I help her into the passenger seat. I've never seen her so upset. So distraught. I close her door and slide into the driver's seat. As I drive us back home, I take her hand in mine and gently rub it. She grips me so hard her knuckles turn white, as if afraid I'll slip from her grasp and disappear again.

We ride in silence for the few minutes it takes to get home, and after parking in our short driveway, I help her out of the car and lead her inside. Her hand only leaves mine for the short amount of time it took me to walk around the car, and then not again. "I'm glad you're safe, honey," she murmurs, as we approach the front door.

"Me too, Mom," I answer. I turn the door handle and lead her in, and I'm surprised to find my family sprawled across the downstairs floor. Esmere stands in the kitchen, dressed in a worn white tank top and a pair of athletic shorts, looking out the back window. Ashley sits on the living room couch, wearing her oversized grey sweatshirt again, cuddling herself and staring at the wall. Kelly and Colette sit at the table, talking quietly. My younger sister is also wearing pajamas, a pink tank top only darkened by the shadow of her nipples beneath it and a pair of pink pinstripe cotton shorts, while Colette wears yoga pants and an oversized t-shirt.

As I walk through the doorway, all of them turn to face me. They visibly relax, relief spreading through their bodies at the sight of me, and I am bombarded with questions from every angle. "Dom?" "Are you okay?" "What happened?" "Who did this?" Esmere finds her away into the living room, while Ashley rises onto her shins and leans over the back of the couch to see me.

The questions come and come, and I hold my hands up in surrender. "Stop, stop," I say, looking at each woman in turn. Blotchy eyes, agitated skin. Even Colette seems upset. "I am okay. Everything is okay."

"Dude, someone fucking took you! I saw it!" Ashley blurts out, her eyes boring into me. "What do you mean you're okay? Call the police!"

Esmere nods in agreement, while Mom squeezes my hand. Kelly and Colette share a look.

"I... can't. Listen to me, everyone. I can't talk about it. I can't talk to anyone about what happened. Please don't ask me, and please don't pursue it. I will handle it. What happened tonight will not happen again."

Esmere arches an eyebrow then narrows her eyes at me. "What have you gotten involved in, nephew?"

"He said don't ask," Kelly interjects, cutting her eyes at our Aunt and stomping over to me. She gives me an aggressively tight hug, her body molding to mine in a way that I know is not appropriate in front of the others, but they say nothing. She gives me a quick peck on the cheek. "I understand," she says, before returning next to Colette. Colette nods in agreement.

"I won't ask," Mom says from beside me. "Just... please, I don't know if my heart can take that again."

"I thought she was going to fall over and die," Esmere murmurs, still glaring at me with her harrowing gaze. "You really are sure?"

"Esmere, come over here for a minute," I say, starting to get annoyed. Why is she continuing to question me? I already said I couldn't talk about it! I release Mom's hand to grab Esmere's elbow, and I guide her over to the door. And why am I so angry? Of course she is worried, she cares for me. I gently place her against the front door and lean close to her ear. Her high cheekbones brush against mine as I whisper, as quietly as I can, "Please, stop. You will put them in danger if you continue to talk about it. Do you understand?"

Her narrow fingers grab onto my hips and push against me to create space. Her gaunt face is blushed, and I can see her dark nipples are hard through the old white tank top she wears. She only nods in response.

"Thank you," I say, and turn back to the others. Ashley looks at me from the couch, the radiant queen of earlier gone, replaced by a scared, worried girl. I walk over to her and stroke her cheek with my finger. "I'm sorry that our date was ruined."

She leans into my palm, closing her eyes and sighing. "It just means you get to take me out again sometime. I'm just glad you're okay. I was so terrified. I thought to call the police, but my phone wasn't working when I dialed there number for some reason."

"None of our phones worked," Colette spoke up, from behind me. "But only when trying to contact the police."

I turned to lean against the couch, Ashley's cheek still resting against my hand. Colette was focused on me, her eyes accusatory but unquestioning. "I see," I said, not asking questions or trying to further the conversation. "But they work now, right? So please, let's just go to sleep. I'm tired."

"Of course! Here we are, playing judge and jury, while you have been... gone... all night. You must be exhausted. Please, dear, let me help you to bed," Mom says, grabbing my hand and leading me upstairs. Looking over her shoulder, she says, "Dears, please get some sleep. We can see each other in the morning when Dom is rested."

As we walk up the stairs, Mom looks back at me and murmurs, "Please stay with me tonight, honey. I don't want to be alone. And I don't want you to be alone, either."

"I will," I answer, focusing on her rear as she walks. Was her nightgown that sheer, earlier? I can see the shadows of her curves through the light purple material, even in the low light. Unthinkingly, I grab her hip and slide my hand onto her soft ass. I give it a gentle squeeze. Her breath hitches, and she stops.

"Dom?" she asks, frozen.

"Sorry, Mom," I murmur, releasing her. "Didn't mean to surprise you."

"It's okay." I follow her into her bedroom, and she takes my hand to lead me into the bathroom. "We need to get you clean. I'll warm the shower for you."

"Mom--"

"Stop it!" She says, her voice suddenly harsh and a ferocious glare on her face. "Dom, please, just let me do this. I am not asking questions like you asked. Please, just let me take care of you tonight."

"Okay."

I let Mom start the shower while I lean against the countertop of her bathroom vanity. The cool granite feels good against my skin. As steam starts to rise over the top of the shower walls, Mom grabs my tie and undoes it, then slowly unbuttons each button of my pressed white shirt. "You looked so handsome, tonight. Dressed in your suit. I'm sure Ashley had a lovely time." Her eyes are focused on her hands and my chest, and soon the shirt joins the tie on the vanity top. She gasps when she sees the bandage around my elbow, but she relaxes once I undo it and she sees only the small dot from the needle. True to her word, she doesn't ask me any questions.

She pulls my undershirt off next, then undoes my belt and removes it. My shoes go on top of the unorganized pile. My pants hit the floor, and she helps me out of them. Mom stalls for one moment and looks at me, as I stand there in only my boxers, then sighs. "You are okay," she says, as if trying to bring her wish to fruition.

"I'm okay," I agree, and hug her again.

The steam from the shower starts to cloud the bathroom mirror, and I feel the warmth in the air. With a quick flick of her wrists, Mom drops my boxers onto the floor and frees my cock, soft right now, and steps back. "Come, dear. Let's get you into the shower."

I let her lead me into the warm waterfall of her shower, then look back at her standing there, in her sheer nightgown. "Join me?" I ask, and she smiles.

"I already intended to." She pulls her nightgown overhead, and her body seems to glisten in the yellow overhead light. Steam billows out of the shower between us, and I can't help but imagine her as some magical being, coming to me, a gift from above.

She steps into the shower beside me, water flowing across us as her natural breasts brush against my arm, and I wrap her in a hug again. The feeling of her soft, motherly warmth pressing into me, mixed with the hot water of the shower, begins to awaken my slumbering lust. Blood pulses throughout me with each scrape of her gumdrop nipples against my chest. My dick grows, rising to attention between use and settling between her thighs. Mom blushes as my cockhead brushes against her pussy lips, but she says nothing. Instead, she grabs the shampoo and lathers it, teasing it into my hair.

"I thought I lost you," she murmurs, massaging my scalp. Her fingers dig against my skin and work into the bone, naturally relaxing me. I sigh. "Like I lost your father. One day he was here and then poof, he was gone. I thought you were gone." Tears form in her eyes. She takes the shower head and guides it over my hair, rinsing it. "I couldn't live without you too." She grabs her luffa and body wash from a shelf on the shower wall and ready it, then slowly lathers it across my body.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I really am," I answer, truthfully. Of course, she would be impacted the most! She already lived through this before, except last time, there was no happy ending. Dad never came home.

She doesn't answer me. Instead, she continues working the luffa across my body: my neck, down my shoulders, and gingerly across my arm where the bandage was. Down my chest. The abrasive material of the luffa grates against my skin, contrasting with the soft feeling of her breasts and abdomen swaying against me as she works.

She moves behind me, scrubbing my back as she does, and rinses the suds away with hot water. She remains there, behind me, and wraps her arms around my waist. Her breasts push against my lower back. "Mom?" I ask, trying to turn to face her.

"Just let me hold you, dear," she murmurs, so I still. Her cheek rests against my shoulder, and she snuggles against me. My erection dies away as we sit there for several minutes, the hot water beating down on us until I start to feel light-headed from the heat.

"Mom, I think I need to lie down now... The heat."

"Oh!" She says, stirring. "Sorry, Dom. I almost fell asleep standing here with you. Let me help you out."

She turns the heat of the water down but leaves the shower running while she gets out, grabs a plush white towel, and quickly dries herself off. The sight of her breasts violently swaying as she shimmies the towel across her back reawakens my cock. They jump with each movement, dancing before my eyes as if their sole reason to be is her seduction of me. Her delicious nipples harden in the cooler air outside of the shower, and my eyes trace a bead of water that runs down from her collarbone, between her breasts, and across her belly. It stops on her belly button, destined to go no further. "Dom?" Mom asks, shaking my attention from her beautiful body. I imagine my tongue taking its place, but not stopping, continuing further south and tasting her forbidden lust for me.

"Yes, Mom?" I ask, looking up.

"Just checking on you. You seemed to be somewhere other than here, for a moment."

"I was. Just admiring you, is all. Your beautiful body. Your love for me."

Mom blushes and wraps the towel around her chest, tying it in place under her arms. Another towel goes around her hair in a swirling bun of white cotton, and then she finally grabs a third towel for me. She holds her hand out for me, and I take it for support. I don't need her help, really, but she seems to feel better when she's helping me, so I play along. "Hands out!" she says and begins drying me. Up my arms, across my shoulders, and down my back. She gets close to me as she dries me, and I feel heat building between us again.

As she works down my legs, her warm breath wraps my cock in a velvet cushion, and it stirs in response. For the first time tonight, Mom giggles as she watches it harden again. "Seems like that is working alright, at least." She kneels on the floor to finish drying my legs, her face still level with my increasingly aching dick. Her hand runs up my thigh, then down the other, as she finishes her work. My cock twitches in response.

Finally done, she rises from her knees and gives me a knowing smirk. "Come on, dear. Let's go to bed." Before I can follow her, she takes my hand again and drags me into her bedroom, still naked. I fall onto her bed with my legs spread, and she kneels between them, her hand grasping onto my shaft and my cockhead rubbing against her cheek as she bends lower to it. "I think I should take care of this first too, though. It'll help you sleep."

"Well-" I start, but the words leave my breath as she wraps her thin lips around my dick and inhales it into the warm comfort of her mouth. I sigh at the pleasure of her velvet tongue teasing my sensitive nerves, and the giggle in her throat sends a shiver down my spine. "Mom," I grunt, grabbing her hair with one hand. The towel around her head falls to the floor, and she quickly knocks away the one wrapped around her body. My fingers intertwine with her damp blonde hair as I pull her closer, deeper.

She sucks and licks my cock, down my shaft, and across my thighs. Her hands tease and titillate me, shifting between my balls and my dick, always eager to fill the void where her tongue isn't. I sag back onto the bed with one arm behind me, enjoying the sensations she lavishes me with, as I stroke her hair with my other hand. "Mom," I moan.

Quickly, I feel my orgasm approaching. It doesn't take long. Maybe the stress of the day is catching up with me, or maybe I am just happy to see her.

She feels the pulsing of my shaft in her mouth, and she looks up to meet my eyes. She takes me even deeper, my helmet sliding into her throat and beyond. Her eyes close with the exertion, and tears form. The tight grip of her throat around my cock sends me leaping to the edge, and my fingers scrunch her hair in a fist. Her face turns red. "Ah!" I grunt, forcing my cock even deeper into her throat and the suffocating grip it has on my aching member.

Pleasure roils within my body, shredding through my nerves, and shooting from every edge of me and into the tip of my cock. Finally, it boils over in a cacophony of ecstasy; cum splurges from my dick and down my Mom's throat, filling her gullet as her body is **** to expel me. More cum shoots out as I leave the warm embrace of her throat, filling her mouth. She gulps it down as quickly as she can, licking and sucking my dick and sending aftershocks of pleasure through me as she does.

Finally, my dick falls from her mouth with a soft plop, already sagging and shrinking atop my balls. She looks up at me, teary-eyed and with cum leaking from the corner of her mouth. "I made my decision, Dom. About what you said. I never want to lose you. I never want our family to be apart. I want this, for all of us." She licks the corner of her lip and swallows my cum with a soft smile. She dabs at her teary eyes with one of the towels she discarded earlier. "I want this."

I stroke her cheek with the back of my hand, happy. "Okay, Mom. Okay."

She quickly wipes her face with her towel again before sliding into bed next to me. By the time she cuddles up to me, still naked and with a newfound hunger in her eye, the world turns dark, and I am asleep.