*sigh* Looks like you have to... for the good of the family of course.

Eris snuggles back into your chest following the bomb she just dropped on you. This is not the first time your life has been turned on its ear By the Multiplier and probably won’t be the last, but it sure has a weird sense of humor.

Hrm... the Multiplier... You fish in your pocket for your phone. Just as suspected, no service. I mean sure, it’ll be another seven years before the first iPhone is released, and in 2000 Sprint and AT&T were the wireless providers of choice, but getting anything smarter than a Nokia candy bar was expensive as shit, plus the Blackberry was only released a year ago. What’s worse, the Multiplier needs cellular service.

Eris seems to read your thoughts (hell, she just might be able to) and pipes up, “The Multiplier will still work, but the interactive features will probably be disabled while you’re upstream of when you should be.”

“Go figure.”

“Jimmy, you’re turning blue. We need to get you inside.”

You are feeling particularly cold.

Mom’s down for the count. Whatever the guy slipped her put her out almost immediately, and what little familiarity you have with such chemicals seems to point to her staying that way at least until morning. You suppose you could crash in Beth’s room but think better of it and just doss on the couch, snagging a couple blankets and pillows from what used to be your bedroom before you moved out.

You’re just getting settled in when you feel Eris’ warm cuddly presence slip under the blanket with you. She grabs your face in both her tiny hands and kisses you firmly. “Happy New Year, Jimmy.”

What follows you’re not really sure, only vague memories of her nuzzling your neck as you drift off to sleep, crashing hard from the adrenaline high that you’ve been running on since you left R.T.’s.

And awaken with your cock being sucked. You’ve grown to be quite the connoisseur of blowjobs over the last couple weeks, and you’d rate this at somewhere around where Beth is when she’s way down in subspace. You’re pretty sure you went to sleep with your suit on, but it’s currently crumpled up on the chair. You’re naked.

Whoever the mystery cocksucker is, she’s going to town on you with her head under the blanket. You just enjoy it for the moment, but your curiosity soon gets the better of you, and you let your hands start to roam in an attempt to determine who your unknown fellatrix might be.

All women are the same height lying down, so that’s really no help. What you can feel of her body is that perfect mixture of firm and soft that defines your ideal female. Both Chrissy and Beth have that body type (will have that body type in 20 years... they’re about 16 now). So does Eris most of the time. And...

Mom?

You pull back the blanket and there’s her brown hair with that gorgeous white streak spread all over your abdomen, her head bobbing along to a rhythm only she can hear.

You piece together what must have happened. Eris must have stripped you and left the blanket open enough so that your morning wood was waving in the wind. When Mom saw it, the Multiplier took over.

Never one to look a gift horse in the mouth (even if that horse is your mother) you reach down and pull her up to you, your cock popping out her mouth audibly. Her eyes are crazed with hunger when you bring your mouth to meet hers, and then hands are flying and everything is lust answering lust.

How many times have we wanted to do this? All of them. I see we go over the reservations pretty quickly there. Blowjobs will do that.

Your hands caress her body, sliding down to her waist, while she reaches down and positions your cock for entry. And then you’re inside of her. No words spoken. You’re buried to the hilt inside your mother and she’s beginning to roll her hips as she rides you like one of the quarter machines that used to be outside department stores. Only through effort of will does she reach climax first, and afterward you roll over and enter her in missionary. Gone is the raw hunger, now only a need for closeness, for becoming one body as this all but spiritual act takes the two of you to higher and higher levels of arousal.

You make love to your mother. Nothing so crass as fucking. If you have to put a pair of babies in her you’re going to do it right. You climax simultaneously, gazing into her blue eyes and collapse onto her, as she clings tightly to you.

It’s a minute later that she says her first words to you. “Well good morning Shithead. Aren’t you supposed to be in Spain?”

Sexual Healing activated.