Frank said, "I don't get it."
Helen thought, You never do. Speaking of meatheads, why'd I have to marry one? He's a lovable meathead, but he's still a meathead.
Frank was also particularly disappointed, because he realized that, with all the confusion and drama, he hadn't had a chance to give Heather the big gift he had promised her earlier. He hoped a good gift-giving opportunity would present itself later in the evening.
Simone started to get up. "Let me go talk to her."
But Helen got up first and waved her off. "Let me. Call it a mother's prerogative. I'll just be a minute." She put her napkin down and went upstairs.
Helen knocked on Heather's door. There was no answer, but she heard sobbing inside. She tried the doorknob and, finding it unlocked, she let herself in.
"HEY! I'm changing!" Indeed, even though she was crying, Heather was taking off her fancy dinner clothes and was already down to removing her panties.
"Oops, sorry. Should I come back later?"
"Nah. It's just us girls, after all. But don't just barge in here. You never respect my privacy." Feeling uncomfortable from being nearly naked around her mother, she put her bra back on.
"Sorry." Soon she was by her daughter's side, giving her a supportive hug. Helen hadn't been there very often for Heather, and neither had Frank, but Heather gratefully accepted a shoulder to cry on.
After Heather was seemingly all cried out, Helen asked, "I'm your mother. You can tell me anything and I won't tell a soul.
Not even your father, if you don't want me to."
"I don't want you to," Heather sniffled. She was still dressed in just her bra and panties. "Fine. Now, let's sort this out. Everybody has a downside. What's Alan's downside?"
"It's like I said before. He's great. Too great. On top of everything else, he's fantastic in bed. Way too damn good."
Helen was puzzled how that could be a bad thing. So, when Heather didn't say anything more, she asked pointedly, "And?"
Heather cuddled up some more. She had her face buried in Helen's chest as she admitted, "He's not really my boyfriend. We do have a relationship of sorts, and I'm sure he does care for me, in his own way. But basically he's just using me for sex. And not just me. Not just me! That's the problem!" She broke into another fit of crying.
"What do you mean by that?" Helen asked when Heather was ready to talk some more. "Is there some other girl he likes more?"
"You could say that again!" Her tears resumed flowing.
"And that's a problem? Problem solved," Helen continued breezily. "Heather, my dear, us Morgan women are tough as nails. Whoever this other woman is, I assume you can eliminate her from the competition easily enough. I've taught you some of the tricks I use. If you're still having trouble, I'll help you directly. I can be utterly ruthless, as you know all too well."
"Normally I could handle it," Heather admitted, "if it was just one other girl. But it's not! It's like a whole freakin' big-titted army! Alan practically has his own harem! It's unreal! And I don't know even half of who he's doing."
She looked up into her mother's eye. "I mean, I thought I was pretty hot to trot, you know?
Queen of the school and all that; I could get any boy I wanted with the snap of my fingers. And I did, I did. I've had a lot of fun, as I'm sure you more than suspect. But Alan! He's like the male version of me, only... nicer. He's so sure of himself, so confident. He knows exactly what he wants, and who he wants, and he goes out and gets it! No girl can resist him, not even me. Especially not me! I'm like... I'm like putty in his hands, and it pisses me off! One minute I'm up, the next minute I'm down. I wanna get off this crazy roller-coaster ride, but I don't want to, too."
She turned suddenly angry and pounded a fist into her open hand. "Dammit, he can't do this to me!"
Then, just as suddenly, the anger was gone, replaced by a desperate look as she stared into her mother's eyes. "I'm like a puppet on a string for him. We all are! Teachers, students, old women, young women, married women, it makes no difference. He seduces them all!"
Helen was finding herself increasingly intrigued by the young man Heather was describing, but she tried not to show too much interest. She asked, "But why don't you just resist him? You're not like those others; you're a Morgan woman. You're special."
Heather sighed. "You don't understand. He knows just what we need, deep inside. Not what we want, but our innermost needs, needs we never even knew we had! I didn't know what I really needed, I didn't know what I ached for inside, until Alan pounded it
into me! ... Um, I mean..." She blushed a bit, belatedly realizing she shouldn't be talking about "pounding" with her mother.
But Helen pretended not to notice that, and said, "You make it sound like this kid has superhuman powers! Surely he can't be that incredible, can he?"
"No, you're probably right. He's actually a pretty normal guy, objectively speaking. I seem to be more powerfully affected by him than anyone I know, so my feelings probably say more about me than about him. He just happens to be the one who had a knack for finding out what really gets me going. I think." She frowned, thinking about Joy and Janice staring at her with amazement while Alan was shouting rude things at her.
Helen suggested, "Fine. But now that you know what you need, go get it from someone else. And then tell this kid to take a hike!"
Heather snarled in exasperated disgust. "As if! You don't GET it! Once he has you, that's it. If he were to call me up right now and say 'I want you and Simone to come over right now and share sucking my cock,' I'd go! In a heartbeat. And that fuckin' pisses me off too!"
Iiiiiintresting, Helen thought. She certainly never was obsessed with, let alone cared much about, her other boy toys. Looks like my daughter has finally met her match. But she said in a carefully neutral tone, "I see. And would Simone?"
Heather realized that in her distress she'd been speaking far too freely. She hadn't intended to mention Simone, and she certainly never used words like 'fuckin' or 'cock' in front of her mother. But the cat was out of the bag as far as Simone was concerned, so Heather just nodded.
Helen thought, This same boy is having sex with both Heather AND Simone? He must really be something! No wonder Simone said that she knew him and liked him so much. I'll bet this Alan has really gotten to "know" her too. Biblically know her! Does he do them both at the same time, I wonder? I'll bet he does. Well, obviously, from what she just said about sucking him off together. Besides, I've known that those girls have been more than just friends for a long time now.
After some moments, Heather added, "Yeah, he's probably got her under his spell by now, for all I know. So friggin' typical. She fits the mold. He has this thing about big tits, you see. His women not only need to be outstandingly beautiful, they also have to be seriously stacked."
"I see. And when you say beautiful and stacked, just what do you mean? Take me, for instance. Do you think I'd qualify?" She pulled back and struck a pose. She tried hard to pretend that she didn't care about the answer.
Heather stopped and looked her mother over, focusing on her chest. "Yeah, probably," she finally concluded.
Yes! That's a salve to an aging woman's ego. But she asked, "Just probably? Princess, everybody says that you and I could practically pass as twins."
"Yeah, but face it, you're twenty years older. And your breasts would be borderline."
"Borderline?! Princess, you must be mistaken. I wear a 36D bra! Do you know how unusual that is?"
"Like I said, he has this thing about big tits." Normally, Heather would never have been so blunt and honest with her mother, but the dildo keeping her ass happy dulled her wits. Even now, in the midst of her crying, she was beginning to feel pretty good due to the fun party going on in her ass. Every slight shift in her seat brought new pleasures.
"Hey, yours aren't that much bigger than mine. And besides, mine are all real." She thrust her chest out defiantly.
"I'll give you that, but you've got tan lines. Look, I don't have any." She pulled her bra down a bit.
"Well, maybe I do, but they're hardly that noticeable." She pulled her short skirt down a little as well. "Wait, you can hardly see anything with all these clothes." She quickly shed her jacket and then her blouse, leaving just her bra above her waist.
Helen added as she finished undressing, "I keep myself in good shape. I have excellent breasts, if I do say so myself."
"Yeah, well, Alan likes mine just fine, thank you very much!" She cupped her breasts with both hands and proudly held them up. Then she realized, I'm comparing boobs with my mom? Too weird! She let go and slumped a bit. She was in such an emotional state that her guard was down, and on top of that the dildo was knocking her even further off her game.
Helen realized that too - how bizarre their situation had become - so began to put her blouse back on. But she didn't focus on that, because the wheels were turning in her head about what Heather was revealing. She was more than a little bit interested in Alan now, and not strictly as a concerned mother. "But darling, what does he DO that makes all these women so ga-ga over him?" Helen hadn't been satisfied in bed in a long time and wanted details. Lots of details.
"I don't want to talk about it, okay? I don't even know why I told you this much. This is so weird, talking to my MOM about this kind of stuff."
Helen reassured her, "It's okay. It'll be okay. I'm sure this problem'll sort itself out. And moms are human too, you know. I'm always here for you if you want to share a good cry."
Yeah, right, Heather scoffed in her mind. My hard-driving, jet-setting mother is suddenly Florence Nightingale... But it does feel kind of nice. I wish we did this more often. She didn't respond verbally, but she did give her mother another hug. The monster dildo in her ass distracted her so much that she didn't notice the hard nipples poking into her during their hug.
Helen said, "Thanks for sharing this with me. We should talk about this more later, but for now I'll bet Simone and Frank are feeling awkward down there. You know they've never really clicked. I should probably go back down and be a good hostess. Do you think you want to join us, or would you rather be alone?"
"I'll come down in a minute. But don't worry. I'm tough; I'm not going to let Alan get to me."
Helen smoothed her daughter's hair with motherly affection. "Good."
Heather raised a fist and said with renewed determination, "The truth is, he doesn't know who he's messing with! I'm gonna turn the tables on him one of these days, just you wait and see! Then he'll be eating out of the palm of MY hand!" She shook her fist fiercely.
As Helen walked back down the stairs, fully dressed again, she thought, Well, I'll be. The boy I saw leaving Heather's room this morning certainly looked ordinary enough. He was fairly handsome, true, but certainly nothing special by Heather's usual boy-toy standards. I wonder how he does it. It can't just be that he's well-hung; I'm sure Heather's been around the block enough to try that out before at least once or twice. Maybe he's well-hung AND really knows how to use it. Now there's a possibility! In fact, perhaps he IS some kind of incredible, irresistible sex stud who takes any woman he wants and uses her roughly for his own pleasure!
It sounds to me like this Alan has taken my daughter, my head-strong, wily, incredibly beautiful daughter, and turned her upside down. She thinks she's in love, but she's just deluded. I'm her mother; I should stick up for her. And I will too, I really will. It's a good thing I found out what's really going on, because he needs to be taken down a notch. But he must really be something special to have done that even to her!
I wonder what he'd do if he saw me, though. Do I pass the muster? Are my breasts big enough?
She paused on the stairs and thrust her chest forward hopefully, as if he was watching and judging. She imagined herself naked as he appraised her from head to toe.
What if he came over here looking for Heather, but I was the only one home? Would he silently walk up to me and then, without so much as asking my name, rip my blouse open and fuck me like a Superman right on the dining room table?
I'll bet he would! She said that even marriage means nothing to him! Would he leave me naked and disheveled, completely covered in cum? Her
left hand somehow found itself on her left breast, almost at her nipple. She looked down and saw that and pulled it away. She resumed walking down the stairs.
Oh God. My goodness! I'm getting quite worked up, aren't I? I can't believe I'm actually fantasizing about the manipulative creep. I'd better pop off to the bathroom and wait until these nipples aren't quite so perky. And everyone's gonna smell my wetness from a mile away if I don't take care of it. This is silliness. I can't get aroused over some teenage guy I've never even met. If only Frank would take care of me more often, I wouldn't keep fantasizing over every little thing I come across.
She reached the bottom of the stairs and headed towards the lower bathroom. I know one thing though: I'm not going to let this sexual predator break my daughter's heart. This Alan character may think he's the cock of the walk, but he's never tangled with the likes of Helen Morgan!
["Thanks for reading!, and Hope you enjoyed the chapter. See you in the next one."]
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