Chapter 8

That night, after the dinner and after Jack made me his, he very sweetly took me home. Neither of us was looking forward to what would happen there; Momma had made things miserable before and we both expected her to do it again. There was a light on as I unlocked and opened the door, so we expected the worst -- but Momma was going to learn -- right quick! -- that her opinion didn't count for that much any more! I would go back to Jack's hotel -- or wherever ELSE he wanted to take me -- if necessary, but if he was sticking his neck out to let me come home and spend a last couple of days with my family, it was gonna be on OUR terms, not Momma's!

Momma had apparently been bitten by some bug in our absence, though, because instead of "Well, it's about time! Blah, blah, blah..." Momma sat up in the recliner she'd been snoozing in and said, "Jack, is it? What's your CAP score, Jack?"

We were both surprised. Jack blurted, "Six point seven."

"Is that a fact," Momma replied. "I don't suppose..."

Jack got this look; I didn't get it, but I knew something was up. But he fished out his ID card and handed it to Momma. THEN I figured out what the problem was; it wasn't a CAP card -- it was his military ID!

Oddly, this seemed to explain things for Momma much more quickly than anything else; she asked Jack about three questions and his status -- and mine! -- were out there, in the open!

While Momma was absorbing all this, I stepped forward and told her, "We're going upstairs." If she was going to have a fit, I would put my shoes back on and ask Jack to take me to the hotel; I was his and he was mine and we were sleeping together, PERIOD!

But Momma totally freaked me out -- she just got up and said "Good night, then," and walked off! I was amazed! That made things easy, though; I just took Jack by the hand and led him upstairs.

Changing for bed was a little embarrassing; I took off for the bathroom and dithered for ten minutes, wondering what to do. I mean, I do NOT own lingerie -- why bother? Momma wears these cotton nightgowns, you know? So I do, too. I mean, they're fine to SLEEP in, but they aren't exactly hot and slinky... I really didn't have much choice -- it was that or go naked, and THAT... well, I know what I look like. The last thing in the world I wanted was for Jack to look at my blubber and decide that maybe he got a little bit ahead of himself, picking me up...

Naturally, he was right there giving me the eye when I returned in the nightgown; I know I blushed from embarrassment as I told him, "You don't want to see my fat butt and saggy boobs." For answer, Jack flipped the top sheet and blankets off -- and he was naked! OMIGAWD!

I knew what he wanted, but I couldn't do a striptease -- I mean, you have to have something to tease with, you know? So I circled around to the other side of the bed and turned my back to him while I got out of the nightgown, then backed under the covers. The good thing here was that if I was naked -- and it was nice and dark -- I might be able to get him to have sex with me again. I'd been sore that morning, but it had worn off and I LOVED the feel of him in me! Besides, I owed him -- my life, probably, and gratitude for everything he was doing for me at the very least...

Jack had no problem spooning up against me, though, sticking his cock in my butt crack and grabbing a handful of my left boobie and mauling it like it was a stress ball. I didn't complain -- it felt GOOD and my nipples got stiff and prickly; if I was unhappy about anything, it was the fact that his cock wasn't the hard, hot monster that had taken my virginity then driven me wild the night before... He chuckled and murmured in my ear that as far as he could tell, my ass and my boobies had been... instrumental, as he put it, to us getting together. I can't fathom it -- but I won't look a gift horse in the mouth, either. I giggled and whispered back, "You're a weird, weird guy, thank God..." I wanted more, so I reached between my legs and collected his limp cock -- so soft! -- and pulled it between my legs. It felt good, even like that, so I started, I dunno, masturbating him, I guess, by rubbing it along my channel. It went from being probably as soft and limp as my boobies to iron hard pretty fast, which was gratifying -- so when it was good and hard and I was good and wet, I leaned forward a little and seated it at my opening, then reached back and tugged on his thigh, urging him inside.

"Aren't you tired? I figure you're sore..." he asked.

"I want mine before I have to deal with the competition," I told him. "This is my honeymoon."

He pushed it in, while murmuring, "This isn't marriage."

"No, it's better!" I replied, gasping in pleasure as he sank into me.

Maybe that's weird, you know? But it's how I felt -- feel -- about it. I don't have ANY problem with being owned. Married people get divorces -- I don't want any options like that. I don't want to be independent and work and be equal to everybody -- I want to belong to Jack. I want to be barefoot and pregnant and I want to feel Jack's wonder wand in me EVERY NIGHT! We didn't talk then -- sex got too good too quickly -- but I couldn't imagine anything better than being held and sexed and yes, impregnated! Everybody knows what a concubine's job is -- you keep your man happy and you make babies -- and on my first night as a concubine I wanted BOTH so bad I could taste it! It wasn't long after he rolled me up on my hands and knees that his cock pulsed and spat inside me -- and I was a little disappointed, for a moment -- but it was enough to know that I had a womb full of sperm cocktail.

Fortunately, Jack wasn't done; after a couple of lazy strokes that no doubt were to prolong the pleasure of his ejaculation, he took off again -- and this time, there was no stopping him until I'd seen stars four different times! I was as limp as a dishrag, wrung out by multiple ascents to the pinnacle of pleasure, by the time Jack pressed his plunger against my cervix and poured out his second injection of seed!

After a moment, Jack rocked back and pulled on my hips; I let go of the pillow I'd been moaning into and came up on my hands -- and there was Momma, in the mirror! She was standing beside the door, trying to figure out what to do with her hands -- which was embarrassing, since the way her nightgown was crumpled in the front there was no denying what she'd been doing! I have to tell you, the day you discover that your mother masturbates, it does things to you; it's a real 'EWWWWW!' moment! I didn't know WHAT to say!

Momma pretended that she hadn't been doing anything, of course; butter wouldn't melt in her mouth as she mumbled the excuse that she'd come in to tell us not to bash the headboard against the wall -- like that hadn't ended ten minutes before, at least!

Jack backed out of me and did this rolling thing and ended up sitting facing Momma -- and Momma took home movies of Jack's cock with her eyes while she commented on our sex act! I mean, my God! Were people gonna hold up cards with a score on them? Then she hit me with, "That wasn't your first time. How long...?"

As outraged as I was, she brought me up short; I was instantly embarrassed as I admitted that I'd been deflowered only the night before -- by Jack -- and that I hadn't been drunk when she called me that morning, but that we were asleep in his bed. I felt guilty -- which didn't make a lot of sense given the fact that we were having this discussion after Momma had masturbated while perving on us having sex! Momma wandered off like it was the most natural thing in the world... Fortunately, Jack was sleepy and I was sleepy, so we put it behind us, cuddled up and went to sleep, me with a brawny arm wrapped around me...

Morning came early. I didn't get up before nine, usually, due to my shift at the store, but Jack had things to do and places to be. I showed him where the bathroom was and sleepily staggered downstairs to make him coffee, scratching and rubbing my eyes and looking generally unsexy in my cotton nightgown. While I was fighting with the coffee pot, Momma and Daddy came in. Daddy took his usual seat at the table, shook out the newspaper, and commented, "You're up early."

I glanced over at Momma; one look told me she hadn't said a word to Daddy and was looking forward to watching me stammer through my explanations. Gathering myself, I said, "Yes, Daddy." Maybe he would go to work soon. Maybe...

No such luck. Daddy's curiosity wasn't satisfied. "You were quite late again. Your mother didn't come to bed until very late. What are you up to these days?"

I opened my mouth -- and nothing came out. In the first place, I couldn't think of anything to say -- but in the second, just THINKING about the more forbidden parts of what I'd been up to made my stomach lurch! I looked to Momma for help, but she was too busy enjoying herself -- I would get no help there! I was thinking furiously, shriveling under Daddy's gaze, when Jack popped around the corner and announced himself, "Hi, I'm Jack."

Daddy went into his machinegun mode, asking a question of Jack, then one of me, then one of Momma; I couldn't keep up, but was inhibited, anyway -- besides, Momma and Jack seemed to be supplying enough answers that I couldn't get a word in edgewise. Momma had Jack show Daddy his ID, and they went through all of the implications rapidly; the next time Daddy asked me a question that I was actually supposed to respond to, it was, "Does one of you ever intend to get Jack some coffee? Beth, this would seem to come under your list of duties..." I blinked a couple of times, catching up, and turned to pour Jack's coffee. The look on Daddy's face as I turned away said that he knew ALL about concubines; I couldn't meet his eyes as I turned back, so I concentrated on Jack, making sure it was the way he liked it. Jack smiled at me and assured me it was fine, then Daddy led us all into his office.

In no time, Jack managed to call up a very fancy-looking document that proclaimed my status; I knew it anyway, but there is something about a written document, you know? I don't think anyone else noticed, but I read it, word for word; it was my marriage license. Actually, it said I was property -- Jack's property. I liked that.

When I started paying attention again, I realized that Jack was pitching emigration to Momma and Daddy. I wished him luck; Momma wasn't going to buy into THAT! But they got to talking about whether Momma was too old to have more kids, and Jack waved his ID again... Momma read it and glanced up, shocked, "You're thirty-six?"

'What?'

"Yes," Jack told her, then turned to me, "I hope it doesn't matter to you, because it's too damned late..."

Thirty-six? What ELSE was he hiding? I said no, but... "Are there any MORE surprises?" Thirty-six... Daddy was only forty-five...

"I don't think so, but I'm not sure," Jack replied. "If there are, they'll be omissions that will occur just because I don't realize they're relevant." The answer didn't exactly inspire confidence. I really believed that Jack was basically an honest guy, but...

Jack was still sparring with Momma over emigration, getting Daddy to say that he didn't want to have to dictate what we were having for meals and such. Jack's response was, "My senior concubine runs my household. I need to focus on work. If I don't like something, I mention it and it gets adjusted -- but I don't get stupid about it."

Momma flicked a glance at me. "How many concubines do you have?"

"Three, counting Beth." Jack replied. "Beth isn't senior -- but she's more gifted at nurturing children than the other two. She's going to be 'Momma' at my house." Jack's blase approach to the whole thing took me by surprise. "One of the others will handle overall organization of the household, but the children will be Beth's province -- all of them. She'll be Number Two, since one of my concubines is a bit ditzy," he added. I stood there, dazed. I was in charge of children? How many?

But they'd already moved on to the fact that Daddy rated two concubines -- and Jack buttered Momma up with the idea that she would be Numero Uno. Then Daddy asked a question that even I knew the answer to -- so I'm sure he did... "Why are we discussing this?"

Momma supplied the answer. "There is going to be an extraction," she declared. "At the very least, Jack can extract us -- isn't that right, Jack?"

Jack got cagey at that point, telling them that he couldn't say anything further unless they used his little hypnotic Game Boy. They went back and forth, and Jack let it out that I'd had the treatment, so I told them what happens... "You become nauseated. I did, when I was trying to come up with answers to a couple of Daddy's questions this morning." They looked suspicious, but I insisted that I was fine.

At that point, it was decision time. Daddy teased Momma a bit, but when she stayed balky, he put his foot down. Momma THINKS she runs things, but Daddy is the final arbiter; generally, he doesn't care, so he lets her have her way -- but every once in a while, he insists upon something -- and Momma is blind to the fact that when he does, it ALWAYS goes Daddy's way.

When it was over, Daddy had requested evacuation -- and Momma agreed to be a concubine. She didn't like it, but what choice did she have? Jack went and got the Game Boy, and gave it to Momma -- and we all stood around for a couple of minutes while it did its thing to her. I got Jack another coffee. Then Jack gave it to Daddy, and turned to Momma and started telling her just how bitter that pill she'd just swallowed was...

"There are some cold realities here," he told her. "For one thing, your contract with Oliver isn't marriage. There is no reason why you can't consider it such -- in some ways, it is more -- but it isn't as... comfortable on your end as marriage was."

Momma sat down in a chair. I did, too -- I needed concubine class as bad as Momma. "Let's hear it," Momma sighed.

Jack then proceeded to try to scare Momma to death, I think. He was kind of brutal about it, telling her that she'd have been better off at a regular pickup, sucking some stranger's dick, because it would have left her with no illusions. And he told her that if she screwed up, Daddy was responsible, and it would all reflect on him. That led to the dog remark...

"You're not going to like this, but... It's kind of like him taking out his dog for a walk and it biting someone else -- or threatening to. He needs to deal with it -- and if he doesn't, and other people get into the mix, the question will be opened as to whether he should own a dog or not," Jack said.

Momma made a face. "Ewwww! I'm a dog?"

Jack got this look -- it was so cute -- just like a little boy... Momma eyed him and said, "Out with it!"

"A bitch, maybe..." Jack said, poker faced.

I laughed -- I couldn't help it! It was a good thing, too, probably, because Momma's sense of humor was out to lunch. She settled down, though, and took it as a joke.

Momma started worrying about the whole second concubine thing at that point; Daddy had finished with the box, but he just sat there for a bit, like he was catching up. It didn't make Momma any more comfortable. Jack went back to reminding Momma that she had no say in such matters, and then asked after the rest of the family.

Daddy told Jack about Travis and Maureen -- and poor Judith and that loser she married. Then Jack rocked us by telling Daddy that he could take Judith -- but if he did, he would have to make babies with her! He offered some other options, though; I think everybody breathed easier when he did.

Then he turned to me and said, "Frieda... Bring her around. I'm making no promises. Ultimately, we can put her in with the herd, I guess, but I think you want more for her..."

I agreed, and he said, "We'll see." Then he kissed me -- twice -- and headed off to work. Daddy followed, probably unwilling to get into it with Momma right away. That left Momma and me...

Momma was seriously dumped out over the whole concubine thing, "I can't BELIEVE I let your father talk me into this!" she wailed.

I shook my head. "Let's get some coffee, Momma." We went into the kitchen and I got out a box of cinnamon rolls -- wishing I'd given Jack one -- and poured coffee for us both while Momma sat at the table, working herself up. Finally, I said, "Momma, you're going to a new place and you're going to run Daddy's household and you're going to have some more kids. What's the problem?"

Momma eyed me. "Weren't you listening? I've given up my independence, my freedom, my control! We're SLAVES! I can't handle that!" She paused for a second, then added, "Look at YOU! You're going to have to share Jack with TWO OTHER WOMEN!"

I nodded. "Maybe three. But a quarter of Jack is a LOT more than I've BEEN getting! Besides, I get to be momma to ALL Jack's babies!"

Momma eyed me and said, "Motherhood is a lot of work. If it's all you want to be -- and I can see how it might be; you have simple needs -- that's great. But I need more..."

Such BULLSHIT! I rolled my eyes. "Like what, Momma? What else HAVE you been doing? What great need of yours is gonna go unfulfilled, here?" Momma didn't work. She had a couple of hobbies -- so what?

Momma opened her mouth -- and shut it. She pursed her lips and scratched her nose and sipped her coffee in a brown study -- and I laughed to myself, because she DIDN'T HAVE AN ANSWER! Daddy's repair and upkeep was Momma's life! Finally, she said, "It's about control, Honey -- I control my life! I can't have your father dictating things to me -- frankly, I don't think he can!"

I laughed in her face -- which pissed her off some. "What?" she snarled.

"Momma, I've been living with the two of you for twenty-three years, and YOU are NOT in CHARGE around here!"

"That's crap!" Momma insisted. "I run EVERYTHING! Your father wouldn't get out of bed in the morning unless I pushed him!"

"Momma," I replied, "you mistake having authority delegated to you for having authority. Daddy doesn't tell you what to do, generally, because he doesn't see it as his job to run this household. That's YOUR job, and you keep the place running smoothly, so he does what you ask of him -- you do ninety-five percent of everything, anyway..."

Momma frowned. "So what's your point?"

I shook my head. "When Daddy got that look on his face this morning, how long did it take you to roll over and agree to be a concubine?"

"I didn't," Momma waved it off. "Well, I did, but I let him know..."

"How LONG, Momma?" Momma started fidgeting in her chair. "Do you want ME to tell YOU?"

Momma hung her head. "Not very long."

I sat back in my chair. "That's right -- because you knew he was right. But more than that, you knew who is in charge!"

"He's NOT in..."

"Bullshit, Momma!' I erupted. "Daddy's not in charge of picking rump roast, but if it's important, like this morning, DADDY makes the decision -- and YOU know it! You supervise Daddy -- but Daddy MANAGES you! It's all about who is the shop foreman and who has the executive position and Daddy is the boss!"

Momma absorbed this, then shook her head. "No. I tell your father what to do daily."

"That's right," I agreed. "Daddy adds himself to the labor pool at home in areas where he is unskilled -- and he does things under your direction, because you're the expert. But Daddy does more than that. He runs his research team -- do you think THEY boss him around? He answers to his supervisors -- he cooperates -- but he chips in where he is needed to get the job done. Do you REALLY think he isn't in charge there?"

"Well, no..."

"Step back, then. What's his primary function? What's more important? Daddy has more than one job -- more than one 'department' under his supervision. He's an expert at one of them, but he HAS an expert in charge of the other one and he delegates his authority to her to get things done. That's effective management!" I insisted.

Momma looked mulish and went through an entire cup of coffee before grumbling, "I can't just kowtow to him... Besides, did you hear? There is going to be some young chippie..."

"I heard Daddy," I replied. "Your job is not on the chopping block. You're just going to get some help, that's all. Your department is just going to grow -- or maybe be the same size, since I'm off to a new job."

Momma grimaced. "Maybe, maybe not. You heard Jack -- I can be... disposed of. This other woman is going to come in and she'll be new and exciting and she'll want a lot of sex..."

"Don't you TALK to me about sex after LAST NIGHT!" I erupted. "You PLAYED with yourself while you watched us! And..." I crossed my arms. "So how long is Jack's penis? You certainly measured it!"

Momma hung her head, embarrassed. "That was the most excitement I've had in some time," she muttered, then looked up. "When you're your age, sex is new and exciting and EXTREMELY pleasurable, but then you have kids... Kids take a lot out of you -- you both get tired and you get no peace and you learn to subsist on quickies. Sex isn't experimental any more -- it's about getting off, fast, before someone yells, 'Mommy!' or a little hand turns the doorknob. That goes on forever -- the enemy just gets more sophisticated as they grow up. Finally, you reach the point where you know each other's hot buttons and can push them at will -- and sex becomes mechanical. You have habits, and they're hard to break. It's pleasure, and release, but it's not what it was; the romance has been leeched out and nothing is new and different..."

I pursed my lips. "So last night was new and exciting..."

"Yes." Momma looked away. "I love your father and I would never cheat on him, but it got me going..." She mused for a moment. "I think that's true love -- what you still feel when the joy of sex has gone away..."

"I think maybe that might be a benefit of having another woman around," I opined.

Momma gave me a look. "Replacement in bed? Besides, Honey, men are a little different. I'm not sure they ever get what we get when it's really good, but they tend to want it a lot more than we do -- and they don't care if it's mechanical. If a new woman comes in..."

"It will be new and different and exciting," I finished. "At least for Daddy -- and MAYBE for YOU! Besides, I think you're missing some of the OTHER benefits."

"Like what?" Momma asked suspiciously.

"Well, with two of you to share the load, Daddy's demands won't be so onerous, for one thing," I told her. "For another, one of you can watch the kids while the other gets quality time. There are probably other things, too, but these are kind of obvious."

"I don't see how having another woman around will improve sex for me," Momma disparaged.

"No? I bet she'll have different habits," I pointed out, "or maybe no habits at all. If that's the case, Daddy will be forced to switch up some, don't you think? Besides," I eyed her sidelong, "you like to watch..."

Momma blushed. "That was... an accident."

"It doesn't HAVE to be accidental," I pointed out. "There are other things, too. Have you ever licked a girl out?"

"ELIZABETH GRACE HOPKINS! MY GOD!"

I grinned widely -- it isn't often I can set Momma off that explosively! "Jeez, Momma! You're a little hung up, I think! After all, the whole 'Momma and Daddy are asexual and I was an immaculate conception' thing is sort of out the window after last night! You like getting it, I bet..."

"Beth! I really don't think we should be discussing..."

"My God, Momma! I'm twenty-three! When were you going to level with me? You know I've crossed over now -- I'm a woman. We can talk about woman things," I chided her.

Momma looked rueful. "Some parental myths are best left unsullied."

"Well, I STILL bet you can get it to go one way, anyway," I opined.

Momma eyed me, "I'm guessing all this loose talk means..."

"Uh uh!" I shook my head, "If you won't, I won't! You can FORGET getting juicy details if you want to stay all clammed up!"

"Let's keep it for a future conversation," Momma murmured, then asked diffidently, "So you think it's going to be all right?"

"Jack seems to think that if you're smart about it, the things that are important to you won't change too much," I pointed out. "I don't KNOW, any more than you do, but he seemed pretty confident."

Momma grimaced. "I have bad habits..."

Stepping carefully, I said, "Maybe Jack could help..."

"By making me give public blowjobs?"

"Something like that might change your sex life, Momma," I insisted. "You might get a charge out of it! It's forbidden, a little filthy, humiliating..."

"You make those sound like positives!" Momma objected.

"They tend to be, when it comes to sex," I retorted. "Even I know THAT!"

Momma wrinkled her nose, "Well..."

"It wouldn't hurt if you..." I searched for a word, "...abased yourself... for Daddy..."

"No?" Momma looked genuinely worried.

"No," I confirmed. "In the first place, it would tend to cement your position, and in the second, it might perk up your sex life. I promise not to rattle the doorknob -- unless you want me to..." I grinned.

Momma grimaced. "I owe you one, I guess."

"I bet the idea was a little spicy," I giggled.

Momma smiled. "Yes. A little. That reminds me -- you REALLY need a trim down there!"

"That's not all I need!" I replied. "I have NOTHING to wear in the bedroom for a man -- NOTHING!"

Momma bit her lip. "Your daddy is a purist, but I could use an update..."

"Let's get dressed and go shopping!"

"AFTER the trim!" Momma retorted. "What a bush you have down there! It's a wonder Jack could find his way around!"

"Well, okay..."

The trim turned out to include some shaving; Momma didn't take ALL of my bush off, but she throttled it back some. I think the only reason she left what she did was that I insisted that we REALLY needed to know what Jack liked before going crazy. When we were done everything was shorter and less like a jungle and the edges were trimmed way back, but -- as Momma put it -- my clam still had a beard.

The shopping trip through three different lingerie shops that followed was the most fun Momma and I have had in YEARS! We tried on white stuff and pink stuff and red stuff -- but Momma advised me to go with black. "Black is for bad girls, Honey," she told me. "All of those other colors are for ideal, up on a pedestal kinds of girls. When a guy is as far along with a girl as Jack is with you, he wants a bad girl -- one who isn't afraid to get nasty. Besides, it goes best with your coloration." Momma went black, too... As a result of the trip, I was almost late for my shift at work...