Doting Mothers

Seemingly as rare as a Halley's Comet sighting, Whitney appeared at a loss for words. Her mouth opened and closed three times without speaking. The teen's head swiveled back and forth between the two redheads as her brain struggled to comprehend the tale she'd just been told. Eventually, as her mind cleared, so did her senses. When Whitney's hearing returned, she heard various sounds.

"I-It j-just hap-happened," Ramsey struggled to speak between her sobs.

"Ihadtodosomething. Feelingswerehurt," Lacey rambled. Making up for Ramsey's gasping out words, the petite redhead had morphed into a chatterbox. Her words ignored any filter as they poured out. "Canyoublameme? HowdoesshenotknowSean'sname?He'sdevastated"

"Wh-What did you sa-say?"

"YouheardmeMissCrappyReporter!"

"Okay, let's start over," Whitney said, finally able to speak.

Initially upset at herself for not grabbing the black panties from Sean, Whitney's lack of a prop proved unnecessary. The teasing interrogation that she'd planned veered in a majorly unexpected direction. Now, the self-proclaimed leader of her best friend trio had a different slate of questions. Unfortunately, Ramsey and Lacey had other plans.

"Me?! This is your fault!" the strawberry blonde shrieked.

"Mine?" Lacey finally said only one word.

"Y-You took ad-advantage of me."

"Iwhat?! AreyousayingthatIrapedyou?"

"Whoa, whoa!" Whitney exclaimed while waving her hands for them to calm down.

"You forced yourself on me," Ramey stated, no longer sobbing.

"Of all the..." Lacey started slowly as she composed her thoughts. "You got pretty bossy for a victim." Then, switching her voice to mimic Ramsey's, she added, "No, Lace, don't stop. Get back to licking!"

"Have you never heard of Stockholm syndrome?!"

"Enough!" Whitney screamed at the top of her lungs. "Now, I don't know what the fuck happened last night, but I do know that Lacey did not take you hostage, Rammy."

"You always take her side when it comes to sex," the innocent girl of the trio whined.

"Maybe because you're clueless about it," Lacey grumbled.

"Like you're an exper--"

"I said enough!" Whitney roared again. Then, rubbing her palms over her face, she tried to calmly approach the subject of the shocking hookup. "Okay, let's start at the top, Lace. What were you thinking?"

"I don't know! Everyone kept on saying that we've been best friends since kindergarten. That we love each other and need to make up. I guess I wanted to show Rammy that I did love her and got carried away."

"By sleeping with her?" Whitney asked more from surprise.

"As if you wouldn't have done the same."

"Have you two done it together? Oh. My. Gawd!" Ramsey screeched in horror.

"No, we have not," Whitney declared. "Lacey?"

"I meant that Skye said that you'd also fooled around with her," Lacey mumbled.

"You and Skye fu--"

"Austin was right! We've been infected by stripper sickness." Besides resuming her sobbing, Ramsey's hand shot to her throat in terror.

"Jesus...Get a fucking hold of yourself. There is no such thing as stripper sickness," Whitney scolded, finally losing her temper. "You're too intelligent to believe dumb shit like that. Austin isn't."

"Hey! Don't talk about Austin like that," Lacey protested.

"So we have been infected by slutty stripper syndrome?"

Lacey paused for a second before turning toward Ramsey. "Okay, on this subject, Austin is a dumbass."

"I think there is a whole library of subjects that he's a--never mind," Whitney dropped her insult after noticing the fire in the redheaded girlfriend's eyes. "Now, I'm not necessarily shocked by Lace going down on a girl--"

"What?!"

"Because of who your sister is and her escapades," the blonde finished.

"Oh...yeah, I guess."

"However, I must say that I'm shocked about Ramsey's involvement."

"I told you she forced me!"

"And no one is going to believe that Lacey did that," Whitney scoffed. "But I am less surprised that you got into it. I've always said that you got a hidden slut deep, deep down inside."

"I do not!"

"Can you please stop crying?" Lacey challenged after another round of sobs erupted.

"B-But w-what if I'm a les-lesbian?" Ramsey practically hyperventilated her question.

"So what if you are?" Whitney countered.

"Yeah, do you have a problem with them?" Lacey saw an opening to shift the pressure from herself and took it.

"No! B-But I li-like boys."

CLAP

"And there you have it. You can like both, just like I do," Whitney stated brightly, even if she'd only come to that realization this week. Of course, Ramsey stared at her as if she'd grown an extra head. "Okay, now that we've taken care of that issue, I have another question."

"Shhh!" Lacey hushed as a door opened.

All three teenagers turned in time to see Skye wheeling a wiped-out-looking Sean into the sitting area. The two newcomers immediately picked up on the tension in the room. Skye wondered if they'd been arguing over her helping out with Sean's hard problem. On the other hand, Sean noticed Ramsey trembling and Lacey biting her lips nervously. He wrongly assumed that he'd done something while loopy from his previous pain pills.

"Is something the matter?" Skye queried.

"No!" the three teens replied, in varying tones.

Whitney recovered first and asked if Sean felt better.

"Um, yeah. Are you sure that everything is--"

"Everything is peachy!" Lacey reassured.

"That's good to know. So I'm going to need to finish getting ready. Can you take care of our hero?" Skye inquired.

"Of course we can. C'mon, Mister Hero, join us for a little chat," Whitney said sweetly, but her smirk spoke volumes.

As Skye left the room, Ramsey and Lacey glanced at each other in trepidation. One redhead leaped into the air while the other sagged in relief as another sound interrupted them.

KNOCK KNOCK

---

"How wonderful to see you! It's been too long."

A beautiful, kind woman with long, golden-brown hair, Jillian Gibble returned the warm smile. Stepping into the hotel room, she greeted the other woman with a friendly hug. Yet, Jillian felt somewhat perplexed over why Gabriela Lockett had sent her a message to stop at her hotel room. And that she should come alone.

That puzzlement increased as Jeff Lockett hastily said hello while squeezing past her to flee the room. And the mother of two became a bit disconcerted at Gabby's reaction to Jared's attempt to follow his father.

"You are staying," the black-haired mother growled. As she turned back to face Jillian, her face softened again. "Come in, come in. How are Patrick and Zoey?"

"They're fine. Although Paddy was curious that--Jo?" Jillian cut her reply off after noticing her eldest daughter seemingly hiding against the wall.

"Hi, Mom," JoJo greeted weakly. When her eyes shot down to the carpet, Jillian's eyebrows raised.

"Honey, what's the matter?" the concerned mother asked. "Are you upset over Sean and Whitney? Are they going to be alright? We haven't heard many details."

"They're going to be fine, and well, I think that scare played a role," Gabby spoke when it became apparent that JoJo wouldn't.

"A role?" Jillian repeated as she walked toward her daughter. Her concern turned into distress as JoJo attempted to slink away along the wall.

"Sweetie, don't you want to tell your mother about the big news?" Gabriela attempted to prod while her son shot her a dirty look.

The shy brunette merely shook her head. That caused her mother to glance over at Gabby with worried eyes.

"I guess there isn't any way to sugarcoat this...JoJo is no longer a little girl."

At first, Jillian's face bunched up in confusion over the line, but then she noticed Jared's blushing face and heard her daughter's squeak. Meeting Gabby's gaze, Jillian received a slight nod to her unspoken question. Turning around, she studied her daughter, who continued to scan the carpet fibers.

"You've become a woman? My little girl is a woman!" Jillian nearly shrieked in delight as she scooped her daughter up in a tight hug.

The non-angry reaction took both JoJo and Jared aback. While JoJo's face was buried in her mother's body, Jared's head swung toward his mother. He saw his mom let out a relieved sigh and a wink.

"You aren't mad?" JoJo questioned in disbelief.

"Mad? Not at all. It's about time!" Jillian squealed, grabbing her daughter for another hug.

"Getting worried, huh?" Gabriela queried.

"A little. Not on Paddy's part, of course. You know fathers. But she's such a shy one except during soccer. A mother starts to worry that the wrong guy will--Oh! It was Jared, wasn't it?" Jillian asked, her attention shifting between the two teens. Getting a shy nod from her daughter, Jillian rushed over to hug the shocked boy.

"Um, you're welcome," Jared muttered, flashing a shocked look over Mrs. Gibble's shoulder at his mother, who struggled to hold in her laughter. The awkwardness increased as Jared's mind registered the pair of huge breasts pushing into his chest. Whoa! Talk about milk wagons. Are Jo's going to get this huge?

"Two old friends. That's so fitting. Obviously, we all thought that it might end up being Sean, but this one denies any--"

"Mom! Sean and I don't think of each other like that," JoJo hissed.

"Yes, yes, I know. She's been saying that for years," Jillian said to Gabby. "As if there is anything wrong with losing your virginity to the neighbor boy. That's how I experimented. Oh, dear, Pete McCormick was hot, experienced, and home from college."

"Mother!" JoJo screeched in embarrassment as she watched Jillian fan her face.

"Let it go, honey. It's time to stop acting so uptight about sex. I've seen your browser history, so I know you're really not."

"No!"

"Yes. I think the only one in the house that doesn't know is your father," Jillian revealed, horrifying JoJo. That got worse as her mother turned to face Gabby again. "It seems that my little girl likes online porn."

"Oh, you don't need to tell us. The whole cabin knows. JoJo is not only a screamer but loves cheesy, dirty talk," Gabriela recounted.

"Mom!" Jared hissed.

"You're going to have to tell me all about it, honey," Jillian remarked, moving to embrace her daughter again. "Was it good? Wait, don't say anything in front of you-know-who."

"Damn right, it was good," Jared defended.

"This is such a relief. Paddy's resisted putting Zoey on birth control because Jo isn't active," Mrs. Gibble continued. "Zoey is far more confident in her looks and figure. Boys flock to her. I expect her maidenhood won't last much longer because of this news. Oh! Maybe Sean can be the one. She used to have the cutest little crush on him."

"Tell me about it. Jules still vows that Sean will be her first," Gabby chuckled.

"Well, you raised a fine son. One who knows to carry protection with him. I worried that Jo would succumb to lust and not...You did use protection? Didn't you?" Jillian questioned sharply at seeing the sheepish looks on everyone's faces.

"Not really," the shy brunette admitted in a faint whisper.

"Not really?! It's either a yes or a no answer. I told you that pulling out doesn't work. That men never do at the end." Jillian flashed murderous eyes at Jared.

"I wanted to. I swear! She wouldn't let me. Those soccer legs are like vices. And she begged for me to put a baby in her!" Jared squealed like a rat.

"Jared!"

"Joanne! Jillian roared, cutting her daughter off. "Oh, my, oh, my! You are far too young to be a mother."

"And I'm far too young to be a grandmother," Gabriela remarked, earning a sharp look from Jillian.

"Where is Bridget? Or Samantha? We're going to need to go straight to the pharmacy and get you a Plan B."

"Mom, relax--

"When did this happen? Oh, I hope it's not too late," the worried mother rattled on, ignoring her daughter.

"Mom, relax! Mrs. Tarver already took me."

"She did? Whew!" Jillian literally wiped her brow in relief. "I'm going to have to make you an appointment as soon as possible."

"Mrs. Tarver knows that, Mom. You need to calm down," JoJo ordered, her voice gaining strength and volume as she took charge. "I know the risks."

"Do you? Just one time can upend your life," Jillian declared. Unfortunately for her daughter, she caught the bemused faces of the Locketts. "It was just one time, right?"

"Well, I, um..." Whatever confidence that JoJo had gained during the conversation dwindled as her eyes found the carpet again.

"Twice? Three times? Four?!" Jillian's pitch rose as the number of times increased. "Just how many times, Joanne?"

---

"Doesn't your mom look gorgeous?" Whitney inquired, pulling down Sean's boxers.

The male teenager thanked Skye's succubus skills for sucking the life out of his dick. Under any other circumstance, Sean's cock might have betrayed his thoughts, especially after seeing his mother in only her lingerie earlier.

Bridget's arrival at the penthouse door had wowed all the girls into silence. The lovely doctor appeared to float into the suite in her Cinderella-style dress. A black off-the-shoulder, floor-length trumpet dress, its form-fitting material showcased the forty-year-old woman's killer curves. Yet, in accordance with tonight's theme, it featured a modicum of demureness with a sheer inset at the plunging neckline.

Whitney had declared its classy, sexy design perfect for the respected doctor. While Ramsey admired the dress, Lacey oohed and ahhed over it. Bridget admitted that its design limited her ability to dance or have fun, but tonight was about hobnobbing with the citizens of Honey Hollow to raise funds for Cassie's literary charity.

"Sean, haven't you even started to get dressed?" the blonde mother questioned in exasperation. Glancing at the wall clock, she moaned at the time. "It's already six. That means the reception has begun, and without Tinny here, I'm one of the few hosts."

"Sorry, Mom. Still, I think we have plenty of time," Sean attempted to reassure her.

"Definitely not. If your mother intends to meet and greet potential donors, she only has ninety minutes until dinner," Ramsey stated, having memorized the night's itinerary. "Granted, I doubt that dinner will take the full hour, so she might be able to squeeze in more time before the ceremony at eight-thirty."

"And dancing begins at nine," Lacey recalled giddily.

"I do think we need to see you dance in that dress, Bridget," Whitney teased. "And I don't mean just slow dancing. You might not be able to do much, but I bet you can shimmy up and down nicely."

"We'll see; we'll see," Bridget chuckled before motioning to Sean. "Now, where's your stuff?"

"In my room," Whitney gestured, but immediately halted his mother. "However, I think it would be best if I handled the first part."

"The first part?"

"Yep. The boxers part," Whitney revealed with a wink that caused Sean to groan in concern.

"Oh, that's not a problem," Bridget brushed aside with a mother's indifference to her growing son. "I've changed him since he was tiny."

"Tiny?" Whitney comically raised her eyebrows up and down.

"You know what I meant."

"Yes, I did, but Seanie is so fun to tease. However, the point is that our little guy here is dealing with those side effects from his medication. Hmm, that's funny. I don't seem to have any of those issues," Whitney mused.

"You still have side effects? I thought the new prescription ended that," Bridget commented.

"No, I'm fine. No side effects," Sean denied, shooting Whitney a look to shut up.

"Sean! Haven't you told your mother about the new side effects? Wow, that's such a naughty boy. You should be punished for that."

"Is he talkative again? Saying inappropriate things?" Bridget asked Whitney before shifting her questions to her son. "Are you experiencing a rapid heartbeat? Or perspiring more than normal?"

"Oh, it's nothing dangerous, Dr. Bee. However, I do think it will make for a hard night for my hero." Noticing the motherly concern, she revealed the truth despite Sean waving his hands not to. "Let's just say that his big mouth is gone, only to be replaced by something else getting big."

"What else would get big?" Ramsey contemplated.

Bridget figured it out first, with Lacey not far behind, based on her hand slapping to cover her mouth. It couldn't muffle all of her giggling fit.

"I see," Bridget nodded, slipping into her role as a doctor. "Increased or decreased blood flow to that region can be a common side effect of some medications. Still, it could become dangerous if left unattended for too long."

"Ooh, like those commercials!" Lacey squealed as a mortified Ramsey put two and two together.

While Sean slumped down deeper into his wheelchair, Whitney hurriedly worked to reassure his mother that prolonged erections wouldn't be an issue.

"That's why I gave him a handjob in the shower before my nap."

"You what?!" Ramsey sounded, appearing ill.

"You did?!" Lacey's eyes bugged out.

"Yes, she did. And yes, I knew," Bridget replied to Lacey's forthcoming question.

"Okay, just wait a few minutes, and then you can help me get him dressed." Whitney hadn't waited for a response as she wheeled Sean into her room.

Bridget sought to change the subject by asking about girls' dresses.

---

"Sean, doesn't your mom look fantastic tonight?" Whitney repeated as she pulled the clean pair of boxers over his flaccid member.

"I guess," he mumbled.

"Well, I think she looks fabulous, and I hope I look that good at her age."

"I'm sure that you will."

"Aw, that's sweet. Maybe you weren't buttering me up before. Could it be that you're a sweet gentleman at heart?" Whitney half-teased.

KNOCK KNOCK

"Is it safe to enter?" Bridget inquired.

"Perfect timing," Whitney said, opening the door.

Moving immediately, the teen grabbed Sean's undershirt and pants. She handed them over and asked the older woman for her opinion on her possible choices.

"Sure, I'd love to help...Um, Whitney, is that appropriate?" Bridget questioned.

Despite her interactions over the last several days with the younger blonde, Bridget still felt some surprise at Whitney's action. The teen had casually dropped her robe, revealing a flawless figure, covered only by a pair of panties. Eyes roaming over those curves, Bridget noted how similar Whitney appeared to her at that age. She also noticed how her son's face went into a trance as he watched the young breasts sway.

"Why, because of Sean? I wouldn't worry about him. He's already gotten several eyefuls today," Whitney said dismissively. She appeared more concerned about holding up several dresses for Bridget to judge.

"I-I meant because of these new side effects," Bridget corrected her initial concern. She didn't want to appear prudish around the open-minded teen.

"Already on that, Dr. Bee. I prescribed him a dose of Skye right before you arrived," Whitney announced, sounding proud of herself.

"Why would you..." Sean trailed off in disbelief.

"Oh," the mother sounded, gulping in surprise. She glanced over at her son's downcast head. "And Skye didn't mind?"

"Mind? Shit, I think she's been interested in a taste since our photoshoot at the hot springs. Kept on babbling about how he deserved a hero's reward," Whitney explained nonchalantly as she pulled out another dress.

"Taste?" Bridget thought she had asked in her head rather than out loud.

"Yeah, I think she drained him pretty good based on how wiped out he looks."

"What the hell? Boundaries!" Sean snapped.

"Shush, Seanie," Whitney commanded, motioning for him to zip his lips. "And don't worry, Bridget. I plan to have a selection of girls lined up tonight to deflate him whenever necessary."

"Why would you tell my mom that?!" Sean questioned, finally at wit's end.

"It's part of our plan for you to sow your wild oats," Whitney informed brightly.

"Mom?"

"I think we do have a like-minded plan. However, I didn't expect nor want details, honey," Bridget stated, trying not to hurt the younger girl's feelings.

"You didn't?"

"No, she didn't! No one tells this stuff to their parents," Sean pointed out.

"My dad and I talk about this kind of stuff."

"And you're not normal," Sean responded.

"I would, uh, say that your relationship is not a typical one," Bridget said, dancing around in agreement with her son. "It's somewhat different from say a mother-daughter or father-son talking candidly about experiences."

"Well, you should try it. It's pretty cool," Whitney suggested, pulling out yet another dress. "What do you think?"

"That's the one," Bridget nodded. Leo better put out tonight. I can't believe I'm getting jealous of all the action that my son hasn't gotten today. I swear, if Peyton starts having one-night stands, I give up.

KNOCK KNOCK

"Hey, everyone is here," Lacey called through the door.

"Great. More people to witness my humiliation," Sean moaned as his mother patted his shoulder sympathetically.