This is Part 2 in a series that began with Life in the Elysium, which you can find here -
https://www.literotica.com/series/se/494113320
. I strongly suggest you read the first series before starting this one. For those who just skip to the sex scenes, there will be no issue if you pick up here, but if you want to understand and enjoy the plot more fully, please take some time to read the series, as it will make more sense.
Be aware, this series includes a variety of adult situations, including bisexuality, interracial sex, light incest, group sex and other taboo subjects that not everybody may be into. If any of these subjects bother you, there's an entire site here filled with things you may prefer more. In any event, thanks for reading!
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With no baseball practice, I had nothing to do for the rest of the evening. I called Avery, but the call went to voice mail. I sent her a text, asking her to call me, and I decided to go for a walk to clear my head.
My feet took me south, down 36th Street, until I came to the Exorcist Steps, which I stopped to look at, before walking down carefully. I was upset at the prospect of the disciplinary hearing and getting cut from the baseball team, but I didn't plan on pulling a Father Damien, either.
Turning left, I walked east on M Street, until I got to Key Park, and crossed the street to go down there. It was dark now, and the paths were gloomy, which suited my mood. I didn't know if the park was actually open or not, but I didn't care. I sat down on one of the benches and looked out, seeing Rosslyn, Virginia across the Key Bridge. The bridge was lit up with dozens of bright white streetlights, old-fashioned green stems with big bulbous tips that rose only a few yards over the roadway. Cars flowed leisurely over the bridge, workers leaving the city for their homes in the suburbs. The Potomac flowed leisurely under the bridge, heading down past the Watergate, eventually leaving the city after miles and miles of twisting as it poured into the Chesapeake Bay.
My life had changed a month ago when I came home to Vegas and found Mom engaged. Suddenly, I was part of something much bigger than anything I'd ever been a part of before. It had been disorienting, at first, but I knew I could always count on I'd still be heading back to Georgetown, still playing ball, when Christmas break ended. Now I was back in DC, and everything had changed again.
Was this life? The constant change? Why could nothing stay the same? My old rock, Mom herself, the one thing in my life that had always been constant, seemed completely alien to me now. The last time I'd seen her, prior to this Christmas break, had been the last Christmas break, almost a year. Back then, she'd been her old self -- staid, prim and proper, with her librarian glasses and her Karen hairdo, working insane hours and pushing herself to succeed. The woman I met last month was almost a stranger to me. The glasses gone, her conservative dress changed for sexier, more risqué clothing, her hair much longer, the tattoo and her attitude about sex completely altered. The Mom I used to know was boring. A prude. She'd had maybe two relationships after Dad had died, and neither lasted more than a few months, even if one was with a younger woman. In our modern world, even bisexuals can be prudes. Now she was engaged to be married, and as Nyla had told me and I'd seen for myself, she was one of the most sex-crazed women in the entire Elysium. So sex-crazed, she seemed to want nothing more than to add me to her rapidly expanding harem of men -- the only white guy in it, apparently. And, like some kind of beta cuck, I let her do it. Now, of course, I hadn't let her go all the way, and it was that fact that was keeping me out of jail and likely would keep me at Georgetown if I could successfully navigate this disciplinary conference, if I could somehow prove to this Dr. Callahan that I'd only fucked my mom in the ass and let her blow me a few times, and we'd never actually had sex.
I snorted to myself.
I had to tamp down a surge of anger, both at myself and at Mom. I knew it was unfair to blame her for what happened to me -- I'd been a willing participant, and I'd even started it on Christmas Eve -- but that didn't stop the thought from forming in my head. I pulled out my phone and looked at it. It was six in the evening here in DC, so that meant it was three in Vegas, and Mom would still be at work. I owed her a phone call anyway, so I punched one of three favorite contacts in my phone -- Mom, Claire and Avery -- and listened to the phone ring and connect.
I wondered for a split second if I was the only guy in this town who had fucked everybody on his speed dial list.
Mom picked up on the second ring.
"Emily Fisher," the voice said, all business.
"Hey, Mom. How are you?" I asked. I watched the cars, mostly brake lights, as they crossed the bridge into Virginia.
"Jack! To what do I owe this pleasure? You're not a big phone person, love," she said, her voice brightening. "Here, let me send you something to reward you for calling your old mother," she said, an impish tone in her voice. I stiffened, hoping she wasn't going to do what I thought she was going to do.
I felt my phone vibrate, and I checked my text messages. There, in all its glory, was a shot of Mom, topless, sitting in her office, her breasts hanging out of her blouse. She must have just taken it. I blinked twice, because Mom's tits seemed bigger than I remembered them. I shook the thought out of my head.
Goddamn it, Mom. I removed the picture instantly from my phone. This was the last thing I needed right now.
"I've got a bit of news," I told her, ignoring the attempted sexting. I told her about getting cut from the team, and then about the disciplinary conference.
"Sorry about the photo, Jack. Not the best timing. What does the Code say about incest?" She said, instantly going into lawyer mode. She ignored the baseball team thing -- that was never her forte, sports, but she could help with what was ostensibly a legal issue. I did appreciate her apology. It was nice that she at least acknowledged she'd done something stupid, again. And I appreciated that unlike most mothers, instead of being shocked and upset, she simply got down to business. There was no "how could this happen?!" from Mom -- it was always "how do we fix it?" I loved that about her.
"Just what the letter says. It references sexual intercourse," I told her. "I assume that definition is similar to the law in Nevada, and just means vaginal," I said. A jogger went past me as I said 'vaginal' and looked at me funny. I sighed.
"Don't assume. I'll pull up the Code and review it, see if there are definitions. I think you're safe -- but who knows. These university hearings are notorious for being loosey-goosey with the law. Who are you taking with you? Do you need me to fly out and join you?"
I grimaced. "Mom, I think that's probably a horrible idea, given what they're accusing me of," I told her. I could almost hear her wince.
"Sorry, Jack. I wasn't thinking. What about Claire or Avery?" She suggested.
"I'm going to ask Avery. I feel like, since she's the one who broke the story, and I assume this is because of her reporting, she'll be the best person to counteract it," I said. "Hopefully she's free."
"Well, I'm sure she'll move heaven and earth to make this right," Mom said. "I'm sorry about the baseball team, though. I can't believe they'd cut you over something as dumb as starring in a little porno," she said.
