Mama Bear's Home

Before this whole escapade started, I barely knew my neighbors, the Andersons. I mean, I was friendly enough that I could recognize them across the yard, and could be somewhat conversational if we met at the mailbox. Really though, all I knew was that the family consisted of a borderline absentee workaholic father, a pleasant, but run down mother, a former high school football star turned college dropout son, and a set of shy, awkward nerdy twins. Of those five, only the mother was still, largely unchanged.

And now, that mother was standing over the aftermath of the twins' cam show, turned orgy in her living room. Some parts of her personality might have changed to adapt to the new Jackie, Gabby, Abby, and Gwen, but very few mothers would be thrilled to find their son-in-law and all of their daughters completely fucked out and cuddling in a big, sticky pile on the living room floor. And now, an extremely angry Mrs. Melinda Anderson is standing over me with a look that could very likely kill, if it were given enough time.

"Warg...Mrs. Anderson...we didn't hear you come in." I stammer, nudging Jackie with my elbow. She's completely unresponsive, softly snoring happily. I think I saw Abby crack one eye open, only to shut it again right away. These girls are playing possum, and sacrificing me to the fury of their mother.

"No, I don't expect you did. It's bad enough that you took my oldest daughter from me, and taunt me from your house with her moans and screams. Then, my twins get it in their head that they need to perform live sex show online to pay for college. Now you and Jackie are corrupting Gabby and Abby, in my own living room? Look at all the cum over the girls! They're coated! How long were you four at it? It smells like a fucking brothel in here. When the girls wake up, we are going to have a serious chat. I cannot stop you and Jackie from fucking like animals in your house, but to bring it here? And come on, do you really need props? Grow up!"

"...props...what could she...oh no..." Any remaining sleep is banished from my eyes, and I get a good luck at Mrs. Anderson. She's fairly short and small of stature. Gabby and Abby's minimal busts clearly came to them naturally. She's got short, stringy brown hair, and looks completely exhausted in her business suit. And, she's waving the gun around, finger on the trigger. This isn't good.

"Ah...Mrs. Anderson...could I please have that back? It's....really valuable to me?" What play do I even have here? I cannot let her know what it does, not while she's got it in her hands, looking like she wants to extract her pound of flesh from me.

"Oh, valuable is it? Well in that case, consider it collateral. I'm going to go get out of my work clothes. Get the girls and yourself cleaned up, and get ready for an uncomfortable conversation about respect and personal boundaries." With that, she stormed down the hall towards her bedroom, shouting as she goes, "And girls? None of you are fooling me with your fake sleeping routine!"

As soon as their mom is out of the room, all three Anderson girls pop-up. Gabby and Abby look extremely confused. Jackie's got a nervous look on her face that I am sure that matches mine.

"What the fuck was she talking about, what was that gun? She was pissed!" The twins whisper as one.

"The gun...it is just a little toy that Mark picked up at a flea market. He think it might be 'valuable.'" Jackie's lie was as good as anything I was thinking. Hell, the sarcasm was a nice touch. "Girls, you start cleaning up down here. Mark and I will go use the bathroom and then we can swap out." When no one moved, she snapped. "NOW! We need to minimize the damage here, or she's just going to get more mad."

At that outburst, all of us threw on what clothes we could find. The twins set about cleaning the living room and breaking down their video equipment. As we went down the hallway I turned to Jackie, "Are we really going to just take a shower?"

"Fuck no!" She hissed. "We need to get that gun back and quickly. I really don't like the thought of anyone but you or I with it. Especially if most people don't remember who they were before the change. Now quiet...I cannot hear her shower running."

As the two of us tiptoed up to her bedroom door, we heard some murmuring coming from Mrs. Anderon's room. "Valuable? It's just a piece of junk. Some retro wannabe space blaster. What the fuck was whoops!" ::THUNK:: ::ZAP::

Even without the bright flash of light shining through the door jam, it was pretty obvious the gun had gone off. "Shit." Jackie and I curse at the same time. There is no telling what we are going to find on the other side of the door.