His Fathers Genes Ch 04

"Come to dinner Thursday," Brent's mom had requested. "And bring a girlfriend or two so we can meet them. Gardner says you've become quite the ladies' man."

A simple message, but it left Brent with all sorts of feelings.

Pride, of a sort, because he had indeed become "quite a ladies' man." He'd banged dozens of chicks in the last month, and most of them drop dead gorgeous.

Indecision, because it wasn't at all clear who to bring. He'd had a favorite for a while, Alice, but they'd agreed to cool things off, and he'd come to the conclusion that it wasn't good to play favorites. And yet, bringing someone home to his parents seemed like a definite statement.

Anger, because of the casual mention of Gardner. Not "your father" which was always confusing, because as far as Brent was concerned his father was a man named Pete, the stepfather who had brought him up. Gardner was his biological father. But Gardner, he realized, was also his mother's occasional lover, and Pete, her willing cuckold. The reminder that her mother was still on a first name basis with the man rankled, although Brent realized he was being unreasonable.

Shame, because his newly expanded love life had caused him not to visit his mother for quite a while.

"I'll be there," he texted back.

He wanted to bring Alice, but that wouldn't be "cooling things off." He was still a little bit in love with Alice. He suspected she was more than a little bit in love with him. But as a dragon, he would live for a few thousand years. During the time it would take her to age and die he wouldn't develop so much as a wrinkle or a single gray hair. Her lifespan compared to his wasn't even a cat's or a dog's, it was more like a tropical fish. It had been Gardner who had suggested the pet analogy, and he wished he could get it out of his mind. Women, to dragons, were like pets. Enjoyable, and fun to cuddle, but you buried them eventually and moved on to the next.

He didn't buy it. Women thought and talked and could discuss philosophy and music. You could watch a movie with a woman and talk to her about it afterward and find out something you'd missed. Also, one didn't fuck pets, and one definitely fucked women. It wasn't that women's lives were short like fish, it was that dragon's lives were extraordinarily long.

Still, Alice loved him. And loving him, she wanted to be good for him, and he suspected she bought the pet analogy more than he did. She didn't want him to be too attached. So Alice was out.

He made some phone calls.

It was strange to see Chloe in clothes. Not merely clothes, but meet-the-parents clothes, a pale blue blouse buttoned high enough that it didn't show cleavage, and a modest, just above the knee dark blue skirt. The red and green dragon tattooed on her leg was partly covered, although her skirt was slit on the side to reveal a little more of it. She wore sensible heels. Still, the cascade of orange-red hair framing her face made her undeniably beautiful.

The other girl with him was Sally, blonde, blue-eyed. Most of the women he knew, including Chloe, were from the club sometimes referred to jokingly as the Red Dragon Inn, although as far as Brent knew it didn't have an official name. The only men allowed in the club were dragons; the only women, those who would happily refer to themselves as dragon sluts, eager to please the dragon men, even if they thought "dragons" were a sort of gang, rather than men who could transform themselves into actual giant winged mythological beasts. Sally, however, had never been inside the club.

He had met Sally at a marina the day he'd discovered he was a dragon, and took her home with him. They'd seen each other a few times since. Sally wore a coral mini-dress with a square neckline, and had lipstick and shoes that matched. She didn't know anything about dragons at all, and she thought it was rather strange that Brent was taking two women home to meet his parents, but she was open-minded.

Brent drove up in his Jag - a gift from Gardner - and the girls piled out. When he knocked on the door, Pete opened it.

"Hey Dad!" Brent said, giving the short, balding, slightly portly man a hug.

Pete hugged back, hard. "I wasn't sure you'd still be calling me that."

"Always," Brent assured him.

Pete grinned like a kid on Christmas who gets a pony. For a moment, they just stood there beaming at each other. Sally nudged his arm.

"Oh, yes, I -" Brent said.

"Won't you introduce us?" Pete said at the same time.

"Dad, Sally, Chloe. Sally, Chloe? My, um, step-father."

"Oh! Charmed," said Chloe, shaking Pete's hand.

"So nice to meet you." Sally kissed his cheek, and Pete beamed some more.

"Lovely, lovely. Well, I'll go help your mom in the kitchen. Get you all anything to drink?"

"I'd love something. What do you have?" Sally asked.

"Whiskey, soda, beer. I have the fixings to make old-fashioneds, if you want one of those."

"That sounds lovely," Sally said.

Chloe shook her head. "None for me," she said. "I think I need to keep my wits about me."

Sally laughed. "I think I need something for my nerves."

"Make yourselves at home, I'll be back out," Pete said.

So they found themselves in the living room, looking around. The couch would seat three nicely, but Brent didn't feel like sitting down. The TV was playing the football game, but the volume was low. Two recliners, Mom's and Dad's, faced the television, and when he was younger he'd lounge on the couch and watch with them.

"Your father certainly took you having two girlfriends in stride," Sally said.

"With a man like Brent, he couldn't be very surprised," Chloe said.

"Well, he has a long time to go before he has to choose," Sally said.

Chloe just raised her eyebrows at that and rolled her eyes. Brent wondered if it might have been better to bring another woman from the club; someone who at least understood something about how dragon-human relations tended to go. But he'd chosen Sally partly because he knew that she didn't see herself as any kind of "pet."

Pete brought out Sally's old fashioned. "Alicia says I'm not much help in the kitchen," he said, "So I'm to entertain you. Please, have a seat!"

They sat on the couch, one girl on each side of him. For lack of any better place to put his arms, Brent stretched out and put an arm around the shoulders of each girl. Pete waited, then sat in his recliner.

"So Alicia says you all know each other from some club?" Pete asked.

"Yes," Chloe said.

"Club?" Sally asked.

"We'll have to show you," Chloe said.

His mother knew about the club from talking to Gardner, presumably. Well, he knew they talked. And more than that, but he really didn't like to think about it. "I met Sally at a marina," he said.

"What were you doing at a marina?" Pete asked.

"You know, I've always wondered that myself," Sally said. "It was like he knew I was there, and was just waiting for me. What were you doing at the marina?"

"I knew you were there, and I was just waiting for you," Brent said, going with the truth. How could he tell her that he could make out the color of her eyes from two miles away, and that he'd spotted her while she was lounging in a boat, desired her, and decided to take a chance that she'd be interested when she got off?

"Liar," Sally said. "But it's a romantic lie, so we'll accept it. I still wonder what you were doing at the marina though." Her eyes narrowed, flicked over to Chloe, and then back, as if Chloe was somehow involved. "I won't ask," Sally said, and sipped her cocktail.

"Sometimes it's best not to ask," Pete said. And then, to Chloe. "That's a lovely tattoo."

"You like it? I thought it might be a bit much today, but I really hate covering it up."

"It's amazing," Pete assured her.

"You want to see more of it?"

"Sure!"

Brent stared at her. Surely she wasn't going to strip in front of his stepfather. But Chloe simply stood, and presented a profile, and tugged ever so slightly at the slit of the skirt.

"Beautiful," Pete said. "As are you."

Chloe blushed. "Thank you."

"And you are too," Pete told Sally.

"Cheers," Sally said, lifting her glass.

"He's such a lovely man," Chloe told Brent.

Brent nodded. "Why are the doors to the dining room closed?" They were never closed.

"Mom has some kind of surprise, I think. She's really going all out tonight."

"Ah," Brent said, satisfied.

"Go baby go!" yelled his Dad.

"Huh?" Brent asked, but then he realized it was about the football game.

"Touchdown!" Sally yelled.

The game helped pass the time.

"Dinner is served," said his Mom, throwing open the doors. She wore a little black dress. It was not, thought Brent, a meet-the-parents dress. It was a go-out-on-the-town dress, showing more cleavage than Sally and as much leg as Chloe.

And then his mother was hugging him. "Brent!" she said.

"Mom!" He hugged back, feeling a bit awkward. He remembered when she could pick him up; now, it was almost hard not to lift her off the ground.

"This is Sally. And Chloe. My mother."

"Alicia," his mother corrected. "So glad to meet you girls. Come on in. I have places all set."

And then he saw Gardner. There was a trace of a smile on the old man's lips.

"Who the hell invited him?" Brent growled.

"Now darling," said mother, "That's no way to treat your father. Either of your fathers." She guided Sally to a place at the table, just to the right of the "head". Pete took a spot on the other side, two places down.

Brent was to Sally's right, Chloe, to his right.

Gardner crossed the room. "Chloe," he said, kissing her lightly on the cheek and hugging her.

Ugh, thought Brent, knowing that Gardner had fucked most of the girls in the club, if not all. Which probably included Chloe. Clearly, they knew each other.

"And the girl from the boat," Gardner said, nodding at Sally. He didn't bother to introduce himself, but turned and took his place at the head of the table. Mom sat to his left.

Brent tried again. "You didn't tell me that Gardner would be here," he said. "Quite a surprise."

"We were afraid you wouldn't come if we did," Alicia explained.

"You might have been right."

Sally just looked around confused, and Pete noticed. "Need a program to keep track of the players?" he asked.

Sally nodded.

"Well," Alicia said. "Gardner is my lover, and Brent's biological father. Pete is my husband and helped me raise him into the fine strapping young man he is today."

"Mother!" Brent said.

"Well, darling," Alicia said. "You know all about it, and we're tired of pretending. It's so tedious."

"When did Gardner get here? He's been hiding?" Brent asked.

"You're being childish, dear. Gardner spent the night."

Sally's eyes flickered between the three of them, and finally settled on Pete. "And you're okay with this?"

"They let me watch, sometimes," Pete said, as if that explained everything.

Brent devoutly wished he was on another planet. Could a dragon fly through outer space? Clearly, it wasn't mere physics that allowed his wings to support his massive body. Of course, the lack of pressure might be a problem. And he hadn't been a dragon long enough to figure out if he had to breathe, as such.

Wonder about space travel allowed him to smile slightly and stare rather blankly ahead, his eyes fixed on an empty point of space about three feet behind the gap between his mother's and stepfather's heads.

"So you see why they're fine with Brent having more than one girlfriend," Chloe said.

"Of course we are," said Alicia. "The more the merrier."

"Yes," Pete said. "The more the merrier."

"Please, eat," Alicia said.

Brent dove in. For a moment the conversation stilled, replaced with the clattering of knives and forks and his parents' best china. Knives cut into soft, succulent steaks, and forks lifted steaming garlic mashed potatoes, perfectly done, to eager mouths, or speared tender stalks of broccolini.

"I don't think it's helpful for a young man to settle on one girl too early in life," Gardner said.

"Oh, I agree. But he's got to, sometime," Sally said.

"Well, a long, long time from now, if so," Gardner said. "Give his hair a chance to turn gray a little, first."

That would happen, when, in five hundred years?

"So, um, you two know each other?" Sally indicated Gardner and Chloe.

Chloe snickered. "In some sense, yes."

Please, no one say biblical, Brent prayed, although he wasn't sure who to pray to.

"We've met," Gardner interposed. "We're all members of the same club, Brent, Chloe, and I."

"You haven't taken me to this club," Sally said, with a pout.

Gardner smiled. "You really should, Brent. She'd fit right in."

And you'd fit right in her, Brent thought.

"You'd love it, Sally," Chloe said, reaching across him to touch Sally's arm.

"It's so nice how well they get along," Alicia said. "Does one of them like to watch?"

"No, mother," Brent said, narrowly avoiding choking on his broccolini. "It's not like that."

"Well, still, it's lovely. I imagine it's so nice when your harem all likes each other."

Harem. Right.

"I rather thought you'd bring Alice," Gardner said.

"We didn't mean to limit you to two," Alicia said.

"The more the merrier!" Pete said again.

Alicia shot her husband a look, then smiled and reached under the table. Was his mother grabbing Pete's crotch? Well, better that than Gardner's, and her other hand held her fork.

"It's so nice to have everything out in the open like this," Alicia said. "Thank you, Brent, for being understanding."

Fuck. She'd used that trick his whole life. He'd learned to recognize it when he was twelve, but it didn't stop him from falling for it. She'd thank him for something he hadn't actually done, and he'd hurry to do it faster than if the captain of the ship had said "Make it so, number one!" If she told him to do something he might rebel, but if she'd already thanked him for it he couldn't bear to disappoint her.

"Of course, Mom." And feeling it needed some expanding on, as well as having to process it all in his own mind, he added, "You three are all adults, and have a right to live your lives however you want. It's certainly ridiculous, with your only child grown, to have to hide who you are."

"Exactly," Alicia said, beaming at her boy.

"Very mature," Gardner said. "I didn't expect it of you, frankly."

"Fuck you," Brent said.

"I think I had it in hand, Sir," Alicia said to Gardner.

"So you did. I apologize." Gardner then turned to Brent. "I apologize to you, too."

"Very mature," Brent said, his mother's "Sir" still echoing in his mind. "I didn't expect it of you, frankly."

For a moment, you could have cut the tension with a knife.

Then Gardner laughed. And kept laughing. "Touche," he said. "Parry, and riposte. Well played, son."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Sally asked if Pete could pass the wine. Her glass was empty. Pete, instead, picked up the wine and started topping off everyone, working around the table.

"Thank you, Pete," Gardner said.

"Of course, Sir. Happy to serve."

Brent wondered how well Sally could hold her liquor. Then again, maybe drunk was the best state in which to handle his three parents and their curious relationship. He was half tempted to try to get drunk himself. He'd never managed more than a very light buzz, however, and he wasn't sure what it would take. That was probably another side effect of being a dragon.

Pete, having filled the glasses, returned to his spot.

He felt a hand in his lap. He hadn't been turned on, but the gentle squeeze brought his cock to life.

"You look tense, Sir," Chloe said to him. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Um," he said, not wanting her to stop, and not wanting to tell her to continue, either.

"What's all this Sir business?" Sally said, downing some more wine. She looked at Brent. "Should I be calling you shir, or something?"

"Well, don't call me Shirley," Brent said.

"Not shir. Sir. What's all that about?" Sally looked over at Alicia. "Are you, um?" she asked, looking at Alicia's arm stretched out toward Pete's lap.

"Yes," Alicia said.

"What a family!" Sally said, lifting her glass. Gardner dinked his glass against hers in toast, and then Alicia and Pete did the same.

"Well!" Sally said, too loudly. "When in Rome!"

And he could feel her hand go on top of Chloe's. Sally's eyes widened in surprise. "Why you little --!"

Chloe grinned. "Takes one to know one."

"Well," Alicia said. "Looks like dinner is over. Shall we reconvene for desert in say, an hour? Brent, you still have your room here, so if you'd like to take the girls up there and, um, show them your childhood space, and um, bed, I'm sure they'd like to see it."

"Bed," Sally repeated.

"Sure. I'll show them my etchings," Brent said, feeling that he'd like to escape.

Gardner chuckled. "That's my boy."

Brent glanced at Pete. He was, he felt, Pete's boy. And yet, he realized that he had far more in common with Gardner. He might be able to share his women - he'd mostly gotten over that, except when it involved Gardner - but he would never be content to simply watch. Pete, the one human male, was the odd man out.

Brent rose from the table, and the girls followed him upstairs to his room.

Sure enough, it hadn't changed. The shelves of old science fiction, carefully alphabetized - he should move them to his new place, there was plenty of room and no need to decide which ones he'd actually read again at some point. The Minnesota Vikings poster that he'd put up when he was eight was on one wall. The Kate Upton poster that he'd put up when he was sixteen, and had expected his mother to object to, was on another.

Sally slammed the door shut behind them, while Chloe looked around.

"Nice," Chloe said, nodding Kate Upton's way. "Now, what can we do for you, Sir?"

Sally unzipped the back of her dress and lifted it over her head.

"I'm not sure Sally isn't too drunk to consent," Brent said.

"Don't do anything to me you haven't done before, then," Sally said. "You can still fuck me."

"You can still fuck her," Chloe agreed. "Do you want me to get you ready for her?"

It occurred to Brent then, as Sally stood there in bra and panties, that Sally looked quite a bit like the poster. "Yes," he said.

Chloe went to her knees, and unbuckled his belt, carefully lying it over the back of the chair at the desk where he'd done his homework all through grade school. She unzipped him.

"You're wearing underwear," she said with surprise.

"I do, usually."

"Just not at the club?"

"Well, yes."

Sally was completely naked, by this time. "What kind of club is this, anyway? Some kind of sex club?"

"Yes," Chloe said, pulling down his underwear and extracting his semi-hard cock, which she promptly put in her mouth.

Well, that spared Brent the effort of trying to frame it carefully.

Sally lay back on the twin-sized bed, her legs spread, her fingers working her clit as she watched Chloe blow Brent. Brent remembered, briefly, jerking off while looking at the poster on the wall. He remembered imagining that he was receiving a blowjob, while looking at the poster on the wall.

He couldn't remember fantasizing about getting a blowjob while watching a delicious blonde masturbating on his bed, and he blamed a lack of imagination and experience. He ignored the poster, and concentrated instead on the rise and fall of Sally's breasts as she breathed, and the motions of her hand, and the soft wet heaven of Chloe's mouth, the tightness of her lips, and the way her drool ran down his shaft and cooled his tightening balls.

He was now rock hard, and Chloe looked a question up at him.

He nodded, and Chloe sat back on her haunches. He moved toward Sally, pulling her legs toward the edge of the bed, and then, sliding his cock into her tight wet pussy.