Editor's note: this fictional work contains scenes of completely fictional incest or fictional incest content.
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~~~ Chapter Notes ~~~
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~~~ Day 1 ~~~
It was Christmas break.
Normally, I would just hang around campus and 'veg' - or hook-up with friends who also didn't go home for the holidays. This year, however, we had gotten a note that they were going to be fumigating all of the dorms over the break. Everybody was required to be gone during the week between Christmas and New Year's Day.
Most of the time, in situations like this, I would rather go to my big sister's than my mom's - but Mary was hosting Christmas for her husband's family and all of her sleeping spaces had already been claimed. In addition to their being no 'room at the inn', I really didn't want to cohabitate with my brother-in-law's relatives.
It looked like I was going to be staying at Mom's.
Mom moved to some apartment complex that seems to cater to women of her demographic. That is: female, over 50, and either retired or disabled or nominally employed.
I threw enough clothes into a duffle bag to get through to laundry day, loaded my laptop and my electronics into my backpack, and looked around my dorm room.
Per the university's instructions, all of my personal items had been stacked on my bed. As requested, I had removed the sheets, blankets, pillow cases, and other items. Those had been laundered and were in a sealed garbage bag.
The rumor was that there were bedbugs in most of the rooms. I'd never had bites but I'd heard a few people on my floor complaining. I just hoped - if we were going to go through all of this effort to get the problem solved - some moron didn't try to shortcut the rules and end up bungling the whole operation.
I stopped by the RA's room to let him know I was leaving and then I caught a ride to the train station - me and a couple hundred of my closest friends. The train was late (surprise!) but we finally boarded and got underway. Two hours later, we arrived at my stop. I grabbed an Uber to mom's building.
She met me at the front door and led me to the concierge's desk - where she let them know that I would be spending the next four weeks staying with her. They gave her a keycard and we were on our way.
From the lobby, we entered a corridor - leading towards the bank of elevators. Spaced along the hallway were a number of common areas for residents to gather for conversation, games, or what have you. We were walking down the hall - past one of the activity rooms - when a voice called out to my mother.
"Who's the hottie, Martha?"
Mom groaned.
"He looks a little young, Martha," another voice said. "Did you remember to check the birthdate on his ID?"
She stopped walking, gave a heavy sigh, and turned to the right.
"Might as well get this over with ...," mom sighed.
We began approaching a table full of women with playing cards in their hands.
"We're starting a round of strip poker in a minute, Martha. You and your date want to join us?" a third voice asked - this one a curvy blonde woman with an ornery grin.
"I told you guys my son was coming to stay," mom told the ladies. "This is Mark."
"Your son?!" a silvering brunette gasped. "Your son's in college. This boy's barely driving ..."
"As long as they claim they're 18, you're covered," one snickered.
"Looks old enough to me," another replied.
"Old enough to know better - but young enough to try it anyway," another cackled.
"You got a girlfriend?" the blonde asked me.
"I ... uh ... I'm focusing on my studies," I stammered.
"Oh, Martha ... such a good boy ... so well-behaved ...," she said, grinning wickedly.
Honeyed words flew so fast I couldn't keep track of where they were all coming from.
"... handsome ..."
"... strong ..."
"... sexy ..."
"... virile-looking ..."
Mom cleared her throat - just as my cheeks started to pink.
"Good night, ladies," mom told them, shaking her head - and heading back for the hall.
I turned and followed after her.
"... tight little butt ..."
That voice sounded like the blonde. My cheeks ignited.
"I know what I want for Christmas ...," a new voice said.
"I'd like to catch him under the mistletoe ...," another replied.
"He could tuck me into bed ...," another stage-whispered.
"I'd tuck his cock right between my lips ...," another proclaimed.
"Which ones?" a different voice inquired, snort-laughing.
"Ha! Both," retorted the first.
We grabbed an elevator and finally got to mom's room. She handed me the keycard.
"Try it - just to be sure," she ordered. "It'll get you in the front door as well."
I slid the card into the slot and the light turned green. We stepped inside.
The door opened into a living-room type of area - with a couch and a couple recliners. Mom had a coat-tree beside the entry-way. Her jacket was hanging there.
Four doors led away from the front room - the kitchen and small dining area, a guest bathroom, a spare bedroom, and then mom's "master" bedroom - which had its own bathroom. She gave me a quick tour of the place. The guest bathroom only had a stand-up shower - while hers had a bathtub/shower combination.
Mom had done her usual splendid job of decorating the place. It was simple enough to feel comfortable but elegant enough to not give the impression that some cat-lady lived here. She didn't have one of those plug-in air freshener things but the place had a clean, homey scent that made me think of Christmas at grandma's house.
I stashed my things in my room and she went to start on dinner.
"I didn't know what you wanted to drink," she called out from the kitchen.
I stepped into the room.
"There's a little convenience store just to the left of the front entrance - across from the concierge's desk. Grab my debit card from the end-table and run down there and pick up whatever you want. I haven't had a cola in weeks and I'm craving one - so grab me a 20-ounce bottle while you're shopping for yourself."
I turned and headed for the couch.
"Anything else you can think of?" I asked, spotting the card and shoving it into my pocket with the key.
"I don't have any snack crackers, if you're craving those," she replied.
"I'll look," I told her. "I've been trying to not buy so many."
She glanced around the corner and gave me a nod.
