Fairly calmly, since the cops know better.

The matriarch of the house waddled her pregnant frame back up the drive and into her house, pausing for her daughter Iris and the delightful girl next door, Becca, to haul out one of the morons who'd attempted to invade her home. Waddling into her living room, Alison checked on the possibly hurt ladies who'd been running away from these moronic thugs.

Her nieces were still fine, Holly and Molly had apparently tag teamed one of the thugs into a very confusing beat down. They looked to be coming down from adrenaline highs as they breathed heavily and started gathering up the first aid supplies and assess what needs rebandaging after beating down the idiots.

The blonde little newcomer was still a waif of a thing, shaking as she stood over one of the prone idiots who hadn't been moved yet. She had a heavy book she'd probably grabbed from a shelf held over her head, ready to be brought down on the thug if he moved. It was adorable to Alison, and was going to give the poor girl a few more minutes to calm down before helping the scared looking girl down.

The shorter of the two latinas, the one with the spectacular ass and hips, Alison hadn't caught her name yet, was currently on her phone in the corner. While it might have looked a little weird, Alison could see in the window behind her that the little girl was quickly taking notes on some of the thugs drivers licenses she'd managed to snag, somehow, and was already compiling a list of names. And a small pile of petty cash she'd apparently "liberated" from the wallets she found said licenses in. Alison really like this one.

The tall, amazonian latina with the massive tits was currently missing, but as Alison looked around, she heard some movement and saw the tall woman pass through the hallway. She was easily hauling two **** and moaning thugs towards the front door by herself, and was looking good while doing it. While Alison appreciated the work ethic, the dear had just been through enough for one night, by her estimates, and hoped the statuesque woman would slow down soon.

Then, there was Max... Who was looking a little out of sorts. Although he was still a little twitchy in the eyes as he scanned the back yard to make sure there weren't any other thugs hiding, he wasn't harmed. This was unusual though, he'd been under her roof for a couple months now, not a full year yet, but still. She'd normally have everyone run though a little safety training by now, yet Max seemed to be completely unprepared for this. Why was Max so frazzled...

She remembered running her sister Britney through her little month long training course, with a little flirting. Holly and Molly had been next, both were fantastic handling her modified "shotguns" that launched beanbags. Holly was more accurate a shot but Molly was faster at disassembling and cleaning the guns. Max had been last on her list and she remembered starting the training... Riiiiight, She'd managed to show Max where the fire extinguisher was before they'd been all over each other. It'd turned into them fucking each other into oblivion instead of any actual training.

Instead of going over how to use the fire extinguisher, Max had bent her over the counter and probably pounded his bun into her slutty oven. The next day Alison had tried again, but had ended up spread out on the kitchen table being stuffed full of her nephew's delicious monster cock.

Instead of going over where the hidden self defense weapons were hidden, Alison had been spending hours on her knees, deep throating her man's cock till it fed her it's creamy prize.

Instead of having him do maintenance drills, assembling and disassembling the guns until he got it right, He'd been pounding her silly in every position, in every room, on every surface she could think of.

Instead of practicing marksmanship with the "bean bag blasters", Max had been blasting her womb full of enough cum to make a fertility clinic jealous.

Yeah, She'd have to rectify this... eventually... A shiver ran down her spine as she remembered the first time Max had just torn her panties aside and slammed that monster into her. She snapped out of it though as she heard a loud "Thump" as one moron that tall latina had been dragging behind her slammed into the doorframe. She could always drool over Max's cock later, for now, business to do.

Alison came over to Max and wrapped her hands around him from behind, leaning forward quite a bit so she could reach over her big baby bump. "Everything's alright Maxie." Alison cooed to her younger lover. "We're all safe honey and you did the best you could."

Max looked back at his aunt over his shoulder, before turning around to return his lover's embrace. He was still a bit shaken as he pulled his heavily pregnant lover into his arms. "I'm sorry I didn't do more." He whispered out as he was still coming to terms with the attack.

Alison pulled back and grabbed Max by the jawline, pulling his eyes to her's. "Hey now, you did what you could. That's all that matters. It's my fault for not putting you through the house defense training. We kept getting distracted by your yummy large friend down there, but I don't regret a moment we've had together, mister. I love being pregnant with your baby, so just take this as a lesson for us to find some way to do the training and still have time for you to remind me on how you put this little future-daddy's-girl into me. Alright?"

Max mulled things over, so this was apparently how he and Alison had gotten started. But, why does his aunt need to have a 'house defense training' in the first place?

Alison saw Max mulling things over, he didn't look as scared anymore, which was fine by her. Though, she'd have to see what sort of training she can do since they were going to need to move anyways to keep up with her man's rate of turning women into happy little baby factories. That was for later though, Alison moved on to help coordinate the cleanup and making sure that there weren't any thugs hiding anywhere. She was pretty sure Ivy, her favorite little voyeur, had those little micro-drones ready to help search the spots that were not in her camera view.