MOM!

There were two women in the room. One of them standing behind a huge old antique style oak desk was an amazonian brunette with spectacular tits almost falling out of a white shirt that was only buttoned up half-way. Despite her massive breasts she wasn’t wearing a bra and her nipples and areola were clearly visible through the thin white material of her shirt.

Under normal circumstances she’d have sucked up all the attention in the room. But John barely glanced at her as his eyes took in the figure of a forty year old woman dressed in a flannel shirt and jeans that hugged her legs and hips. She very clearly took care of herself because she didn’t look any older than thirty. She was wearing work-boots that only added an inch to her five foot four frame. She had c-cup breasts and long brown hair pulled back from her face with a scrunchy. Her face looked tired, but it lit up with joy at the sight of him.

“Told you I’d be seeing you soon, John.” John’s mother, Helen Kent, said as she stepped across the room, her arms opening to give him a hug.

“Mom!” John said incredulously as his mother wrapped her arms as far around his waist as they would go and hugged him tightly, laying her cheek against his chest, the crown of her head a couple of inches below his chin. He felt his cock twitch as her breasts pressed into his upper belly. He actually blushed when she shifted slightly and ground the top of her hip against his groin.

John returned his mother’s hug and then put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her back so he could look down into her face. “What are you doing here?”

“There is a story in that. Come. Sit down. We have coffee. Can I get you one?” His mother guided him to a large comfortable conference table type chair, sized for him, in front of the large oak desk. She bustled off to a sideboard and began making up a large mug of coffee just the way John liked it.

John couldn’t take his eyes off his mother. Or her ass as she shuffled about fixing his coffee. He felt his cock twitch in his pants again. It had been too long since he had cupped those cheeks in the palms of his hands as he fucked his mom till she couldn’t walk straight.

It was only after she brought him his coffee and sat down beside him that John turned his attention back to the girl he presumed was Natalia Barron. He jerked, spilling some coffee into his lap as he spotted the doll-girl serving the big brunette tea from an elaborate tea service. At some point the creepy little maid had entered the room and he hadn’t even noticed her.

“Clumsy as ever, John,” His mother chided him as she pulled the hem of her flannel shirt out of her pants and began dabbing at the spilled coffee in his lap. Only it seemed she was lavishing more attention on the bulging ridge in the front of his pants than the miniscule spill of hot liquid that John had barely registered.

Eyes locked on the little doll-girl, John barely registered how thoroughly his mom was cleaning up the spill. Having finished serving Natalia her tea, the girl brazenly crouched down and disappeared from John’s view. She had either slipped through the floor, like the ghost she looked like, or she had just crawled into the deep well of the desk. This seemed to be confirmed when Natalia slid her chair forward. Even though John could only see Natalia from the waist up, he had no trouble at all imagining what had to be a very long pair of legs stretched out into the well of the desk, with that tiny girl kneeling between them.

None of this could be deduced from the expression on the dark-haired girl's face as she watched with amusement as John’s mother fussed over him. She apparently felt the whole situation was perfectly normal, including having a tiny-girl kneeling between her legs preparing to service her, if it wasn’t already happening.

John wasn’t anywhere near as calm about the whole situation as the two women. If he’d been alone in the room with his mom, or with the brunette, it would have been fairly easy to deal with. He’d have ended up fucking whichever one it was in short order. But both of them being here together put him off his game.

At the moment he tried to focus on just one thing. Why was his mom even here?

“Did you call me here to meet my mom?” John asked Natalia after his mom stopped fussing and sat down next to him. John was doing his best not to think about the spooky little girl who had vanished into the well of Natalia’s desk.

“Actually no,” Natalia said as she took a sip of her tea. Was her hand trembling slightly? “When Betty did not come back in good time I contacted an employee of mine and asked them to check your frat house. You had already left by the time they did. When they were leaving they spotted your mom, who they recognized from your file and invited her to come here to wait for you.”

“You have a file on me? Why?” John blurted out.

“We have to go back two months for the answer to that. Would it surprise you to know that the Aliens approached certain people high up in the realms of power long before they made their announcement? Or that all of those people were men?”

Beside John, his mother let out a snort. “I’d be a fucking lot more surprised to find out that they hadn’t. How badly were we sold down the river, and what did those bastards get out of the deal?”

John leaned back in his chair and listened, content to let his mom handle this interview.

“It might not seem like it at the moment, or for the next few years, but the aliens truly wanted to do what was best for us as a race. All their models indicated we’d destroy ourselves within fifty years if left to our own devices. It seems races with our evolutionary background are notorious for doing so.”

“So out of the goodness of their hearts they just stepped in to help. Why do I think there's a cookbook somewhere in this story.”

“I can understand why you think that way. I’m inclined in that direction myself. But, I have been assured that the conglomerate of aliens as a whole honestly wished us the best. What they did may seem incredibly involved and enormously expensive, but for their civilization the expense and effort was minimal.”

“Color me not convinced.”

“Again, you and I are on the same page. As it turned out there was one member race that had a strong vested interest in helping us in a very specific way. Do you happen to remember a terrible science fiction film called. “Mars needs women?”

“It rings a bell, though I can’t recall it off hand. But the title sort of gives your point away. You saying this alien race wants us? As breeding stock I presume?”

“The opposite, Helen. They want our men, or some of them. But they aren’t greedy, they are perfectly happy to share them with us. Their population isn’t that large compared to ours. One or two of them per-man would take care of their needs.”

“And so we come to John. And that makes you what? Their procurer? I know there has to be more, because you can’t think we’re that stupid!"