Evan smelled Celia's perfume as she sat down next to him in the dim theater, opposite of her husband. Damnit, he realized, she was probably getting antsy without her daily dose of his stuff, and if she wasn't careful, she'd clue his dad or her daughter into what was happening...Shannon was right on the other side of him! After handing the popcorn and drinks down to the rest of the family, the lights dimmed and he felt her hand snake into his lap. He gave it a light smack and she pulled it back. Things were quiet for a few seconds, and then...
"What? Ulghk! Ohh..." Then Celia stood up. "Evan?" But his stepmother was facing away from him so he barely heard that.
"Mom?"
"I'm...going to the bathroom." She made her way down the aisle, away from them.
Evan frowned. She was enticing him to follow so she could blow him...damnit! Well, if he didn't give her what she needed, she'd just get pushier and less subtle, so he got up and followed. When he reentered the lobby, it took him a moment to spot her going up some stairs with one of the theater's male employees pulling her by her arm. Frowning, he followed, but when he got to the second floor he found only a closed door...what was going on? He put his ear to the door, heard a guy talking, and then...
"Glk glk glk..."
He pulled back...he knew that sound from all the times Celia had blown him. He examined the wooden door...could he kick it in? He stepped back, took a breath, tensed up to rush it, but then he paused, thinking. He turned the knob...it wasn't locked! The door swung open to reveal his stepmother on her knees, blowing the theater employee!
"Yeah, take it, you hot MILF...someone trained that throat well." Then the guy pulled back, revealing his glistening cock. "Time for the main event."
"Get away from her!"
The guy turned to see Evan at the door. "Damnit! Fuck off, kid...this doesn't involve you."
"That's my mom."
"Ah." The guy tucked his dwindling cock back into his trousers. "Okay, here's what we're gonna do, shrimp: you go back to the movie and your mom'll be along in a few minutes. The alternative is I beat you up and then your mom'll be along in a few minutes." He moved toward Evan, crackling his knuckles into his palm. When the smaller young man didn't move from the door, he shoved Evan back into the hallway. "Well, don't say I didn't give you a choice." He rushed forward.
A moment later, over 200 pounds of military-honed muscle knocked the antagonist sideways. Stunned, the young man tried to throw a punch at his attacker but was easily blocked. He was quickly restrained and held prone on his back. "Get...off!" he growled.
"Evan, what the fuck is going on?" his dad demanded as he restrained the smaller but still burly young man.
"It's Mom...just a sec..." Evan headed into the office to find her still on her knees, confused. "Mom, c'mon." He took her hand and directed her into the hallway.
"I thought...he was you...?" she rambled. "...or Adrian?" She looked at her husband on top of the young man.
Adrian looked down at the guy he'd restrained, at his face, specifically. "What's your name?"
"Ian."
"Ian what?"
"Haskell."
Adrian gasped. "Is your mom a teacher?"
"She used to be."
Adrian looked back at his family. "Shannon, help your mom...Evan, grab this guy's wallet."
Evan hadn't realized that Shannon was there until she took her mother by the shoulders. He knelt down, fished through the guy's pockets, and pulled out a squirt gun. Frowning, he tossed it aside and located the wallet in the other pocket, after which his dad told him to take a picture of the guy's driver's license.
"I'm gonna get up now," Adrian told the younger man. "You try anything and I'll break your nose...got it?" At his nod, Adrian let him up and took the license. "You still live with your mom? Okay, I'll see you there in an hour. Be there, or I'm going straight to the sheriff, Ian." Then he took a second look at the license and his eyes widened. "Huh." He handed it back to the guy, who gave them a wide berth, grabbed his squirt gun off of the floor, and rushed down the stairs.
"We're just letting him go?!" Shannon asked. "What'd he do to you, Mom?" But her mother just stood there, blinking.
"How'd you know we were in trouble, Dad?" Evan asked him.
But it was Shannon who spoke up: "I, uh, followed you when you went after Mom...Dad followed me and we almost missed you going up the stairs."
"C'mon, everyone back to the motel," Adrian directed them.
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Back at the Super 8, Shannon and her still-befuddled mother went into their room while Adrian and Evan sat in theirs.
The older man ran his hand through his hair. "That was my son...I knocked up my teacher, Mrs. Haskell, when I was eighteen. Looks like the kid inherited our gift and somehow got your mother hooked at the theater. Oh, the squirt gun...clever." Then he shook his head and frowned. "How'd you know she was in trouble?"
I thought she wanted to suck my dick, Dad. "Uh, she was acting weird, so I followed her."
"Well, thank God for that, kiddo...makes me sick to think what would've happened if you hadn't. Shit...now that she's tasted that guy's cum, she's going to try to find him, to finish what he started, unless..." He gave his son a pointed look.
"What?"
"You have to...y'know...bring her back to us."
"Are you saying...?"
"Argh! You have to let her swallow your stuff, Evan! If she's addicted to you then she won't be slipping away in the middle of the night looking for that guy."
Evan lay back on the bed. "Holy shit."
"Yeah...I'll send Celia in here so you can...do that...while I go to the Haskell house."
"Dad...I think we should tell Shannon too."
"What?!"
"Uhh...she and I...we had sex."
"Tell me you used a condom!"
