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Elizabeth & John discover separate shocking truths!
She reclined uncomfortably into the short sofa, trying to calm herself as the doctor leaned back in the squeaky leather chair just to her left. She didn't want to be here. It was at her mother's insistence that April agreed to meet with the psychiatrist. Candace Martin still had very close connections in the medical community and had found one of the best psychiatrists in the area for her daughter.
The doctor explained that she was aware of the nightmares April had been experiencing and that she was engaged to a tycoon. "Do you believe these nightmares have anything to do with the pressure of your pending nuptials?"
April felt her head sinking into the couch, noticing how soft and comfortable it was. She relaxed a bit. 'How would I be able to tell the doctor all that has happened to me and why I'm having the nightmares?' she wondered.
Her psychiatrist leaned forward and met April's eyes with her own. "Anything you say to me here is in the strictest confidence. You know that, don't you?"
April had forgotten about the doctor-patient confidentiality clause. Even if it became a legal matter her psychiatrist wouldn't have to tell. She relaxed a bit more. "Okay, but tell me I don't have to squeeze it all into a fifty minute segment, do I?"
She smiled, "Normally, I would say yes, but I don't have any appointments scheduled for the rest of the day. You can talk as long as you like, in this first session at least."
April relaxed completely and looked at the woman for the first time. She was as she remembered, thin and tall, her blonde hair wrapped around her head. She looked athletic and the glasses on her face did little to hide her beauty.
April sighed heavily, releasing the last bit of pent up tension and said, "Alright, I am willing to give this a try."
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The door bell rang catching Mary off guard; it was Thursday, her regular day to be with her son John. But he had called earlier and apologized saying he couldn't make it, for the second time this month. He was always so good about making time for her. But lately he was a bit distracted. She grabbed her robe, the one that had a bit more body to it and would cover her naked body; she rarely wore clothes in the house anymore. It could be the local Girl Scout selling cookies; she didn't want to shock the poor girl. Cinching it tightly around her waist, she paused at the mirror in the foyer to check her hair before peering through the eye hole to see who it was. She backed away smiling and opened the door.
"Well Mark Taylor, good to see you. Come in."
Mark stepped inside and Mary closed the door and gave Mark a hug. Breaking it, she looked up at him, still holding his shoulders. He was now much taller than her, standing about six feet three inches tall compared to her five feet six. "It's been a while, how are you?"
"I'm great," he said looking at his best friend's mother. He had stayed in the background these past several years, being a good friend when John needed one, still unaware of the gifts that John had bestowed on him, but not unaware of the Smith's lifestyle or their powers. Even in a robe it was hard to hide Mary's sensuality. Like most of John's friend's he had a crush on her, but never acted on it.
"To what do I owe the pleasure," Mary said, releasing him and leading him into the kitchen. "There's nothing wrong is there?" She looked back over her shoulder. "Are you and Cindy okay?"
"Cindy's okay I guess. We broke up about six months ago. We're still good friends and talk occasionally, but I don't see her very often anymore."
"I'm sorry to hear that. But just between you and me, I knew it wasn't meant to last," Mary said. "Don't get me wrong. I love Cindy. But, she's not the one I would pick for you. So, why are you here? Would you like some coffee?"
Mark smiled, "Johnny called and told me he stood you up and asked if I'd stop by and check in on you." They settled in at the table sitting close to one another.
"I wish he didn't worry about me so much, but he has missed two of our last four Thursdays, his commitment not mine. Thanks for standing in for him," she said and patted his hand which was on his knee.
"What would you like to do? My morning is free. We could talk, go to an early movie. I've heard that new Matt Damon movie is pretty good. It's been months since I've seen a good movie."
"Well," Mark said. "I'm here standing in for Johnny, what do you two usually do?"
Mary blushed slightly. "Mark, you know all about John and all of us, we usually spend intimate time together, if you know what I mean, not as mother and son..."
Mark cut her off, "I know," he said. "I am hoping that I will be an adequate stand in."
Mary smiled and looked at the young man she had watched growing up, his eyes never leaving hers. "I think that you will be more than adequate," she said as they met half way, their lips meeting and kissing for the first time.
Mark was no novice having kissed his share of women, but Mary's lips were so soft and light, her breath so sweet. He was infatuated immediately. Mary broke the kiss slowly backing her face away from Mark's, his eyes were closed. She forgot the affect that she had on men. Mark opened his eyes and looked at his friend's mother as she opened her robe, revealing her naked body to him. Mark had seen Mary nude before, from a distance, never this close. Her massive breasts sat high on her chest defying gravity, nipples erect. Mark felt himself beginning to drool and caught himself.
"May I?" he asked, attempting to conceal his eagerness with charm.
"Of course," Mary said, cupping his head as he pulled the closest nipple into his mouth. She giggled a little as the soft hair of his mustache and goatee tickled her breasts. She let him nurse for several minutes before she stood and took him by the hand, leading him to her bedroom.
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John entered the nudist resort unseen, in "stealth mode" he liked to think of it. His agents were in trouble so he decided this was enough of a priority to forgo the normal protocols. He was both invisible and "out of phase", the first time he'd attempted that outside of driving his car through traffic. Nevertheless, something unseen triggered his shields.
"What the hell?" John thought loudly, his father being the only one who could hear.
"On it Johnny," he replied quickly.
"There seems to be some energy field extending throughout the entire property, and fifty yards into the sea. I'm analyzing it now. It appears to be coming from those small satellite dishes and cellular receivers. Whatever it is, your shields will protect you."
Concentrating, John located Carmen and Maria. They were in the main building on the third floor, room 315. They were alive, but frightened, their pulses racing.
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During the summer things had become awkward around the Smith household, the girls adjusted to their mother's playing with the "help" not letting on that they had been playing with their hired help for years. Ana had become a big part of Jacquelyn Winchester Smith's love life, since she didn't see John on a regular basis and wasn't really interested in starting something up with any of the eligible bachelors she knew.
It wasn't as if they'd caught their mother in the act, but her mood shifted for the better and neither were shy about vocalizing their delights whenever they were together.
The girls couldn't blame her; Ana was very good at oral stimulation, they all knew this first hand. They'd all been banging the help pretty regularly although they never really knew how or why it all began. Things did settle down a bit once the girls resumed school.
All three excelled academically, which came as no surprise to anyone but the girls themselves. Isabel had a crush on her humanities professor, as did all the girls in her class, and even a few of the guys. She looked forward to each class and asked many insightful questions, gaining the attention of her professor and quickly becoming one of his favorite students.
Samantha however became fascinated by chemistry and the possibilities of science. She was her father's daughter. As for Heather, she continued to enjoy swimming and the classes seemed to just melt together as she effortlessly passed all her classes even though she didn't seem to spend much time studying. The girls that once bullied her and seemed to hate her on sight now had her back. They were loyal and threatened anyone who so much as made a disparaging comment about her attire. Heather didn't know any of this. Her bodyguards learned to stay in the background giving her plenty of space, despite longing to be with her physically. When they were alone together, they often took turns pleasuring each other while one pretended to be Heather.
Finally, everything with the Smith triplets seemed to be going well, no longer needing their mother's watchful eye. This allowed Jacquelyn to relax and resume many of the activities she had given up when the girls were born.
That meant she was now free to return to life at the country club, which included tennis, golf, bridge, and the latest gossip. She had kept her membership current at Mountain View Country Club all these years despite hardly spending any time there. Most of her old girlfriends were still members, and though older, still as adventurous as ever.
Through the years several of her girlfriends had played around with each other's husbands without the other being any wiser. To be completely honest, Jacquelyn realized long ago that these weren't really her friends, but simply acquaintances that she socialized with at the club.
There was Jenny Baxter, a tall blonde with long hair and a hot body thanks in large part to the wonders of modern cosmetic surgery. And like Jacquelyn, Jenny came from old money. They played tennis together often teaming up to play in the club tournaments. Although Jenny was a decent player, she wasn't very nice on the courts to her partner and could be especially nasty to her opponents. Jenny never saw a close ball bounce on her side of the court hit any part of the line. In other words, she cheated. She only made line calls that favored her and her team.
