You be good to Mama

You’ve lied to everyone over the years. Especially yourself. But although you have been able to omit things, you’ve never been able to lie to Mom. You’ve just finished another leisurely round of making love and are snuggling in her bed.

“So let me see if I understand this. Technically you’re older than I am right now.”

You’ve explained everything that’s happened since the Multiplier came into your life. She’s the only person who you’ve felt you could trust with that information. And because she never told/will tell you about it, that means she can keep a secret, assuming that it’s impossible to create a true temporal paradox. Basically if you’re doing this now then you’ve already done it before on your subjective timeline. At least that’s the working theory.

The other possibility is that you’ve already created an alternate timeline and everything that’s happened/will happen in the next twenty years is going to change drastically. Fuck it. We’ll stick with the first hypothesis.

“That’s what you took away from all that?”

She kisses you. “No sweetie. But now I know I only have a little time, I’m going to make the most of it. So... all I have to do is not tell you that I know you’re going to become a sex god in 20 years. Any stock tips? Long shot sports bets? Anything like that?”

“Um. Buy Apple. And the Yankees are going to finally win. Also don’t bet against Pittsburgh unless they’re playing Brett Favre.”

“I can work with that. Now since this is the last time that I’m ever going to be able to... think you can go for another round? Did I ever tell you you look just like your father?”

You kiss Mom good bye, finally understanding the term bittersweet, as she leaves to pick up Beth from her friend’s house. As she drives away, you wave and fight back tears.

“You handled that pretty well Jimmy.” Eris is there, wrapping her arms around your waist.

“I did what I thought was best. I dunno if it was right and I’m half afraid I’m going to return to a future that I don’t recognize, but the only regret I have is that I can’t take her with me.”

“I know hon. But it’s time to go. Remember, when you get back you’re still giving it to that hot little fire marshal, so get your game face on.”

She snakes around to your front, wraps her arms around your neck, and kisses you. She still tastes of apples and heaven, but this kiss seems to carry with it a promise of “there’s more where that came from”. Your erection is back up to full **** and you begin to wonder if all this is good for your blood pressure. She pulls back. “Now you’re ready...”

...bottoming out in Melissa’s sopping wet pussy. You shake off a bit of disorientation and begin plowing that ripe furrow for all you’re worth. She respond by clawing at your back and thrusting her hips at you as if trying to fit even more inside. The slippery friction of moving parts colliding gives you a weird feeling that you can’t quite seem to put your finger on until she throws her head back and writhes on you as her climax washes over her. That’s when it hits you. You haven’t even attempted to dominate her. Curious as to where this will go, you resolve to really try not to do so.

Sex with Melissa is different from sex with your sisters or Tammy. Or even Jan. With your slaves and lovers, you’re using them for their benefit. It’s all about your pleasure and they take pleasure from that, but there’s also a decided emotional exchange. You love all of them in your own way, and they love you. With Melissa you’re using each other. While there’s definitely some affection there and the chemistry is undeniable this has all the emotion of...

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum.”

“Inside! I want to feel it!”

Someone once said that masturbation is sex with someone you love. If that’s the case this is something less than masturbation. It feels fantastic, but the emotional payoff isn’t there. You blow your load, whitewashing her cervix. It feels... hollow.

Melissa clings to you as your wilting erection slips out of her, “Goddamn, I needed that.”

Am I really so broken that I need to dominate women to really enjoy sex? We didn’t dominate Mom. Well no but... But nothing. Emotions take time to build. In the meantime let’s figure out what we’re doing with this one. I mean, I do like her. Yeah, and she likes us. A lot if what we just witnessed is any indication. So the next step is to spend time with her and get to know her better. Sounds like that might be fun. Or we drag her to the Androy and fuck her into submission.

Throughout your internal dialogue the two of you have been getting yourselves back together. As you slip back into the club she kisses you on the cheek and whispers in your ear. “Let’s go sing a duet and have a couple more beers.”