Author's Note: This is the final in the series – Alyssa's second story. As always, feel free to read The Challenge 4 and/or 8 to learn of these fictional former Playboy Playmates and of the very special incestuous haven that was built for them and many others. This last entry features the most appearances from characters in previous stories. In Alyssa's first story, she left an abusive husband and communicated with her son, via letters, while moving from place to place.
Things are winding down. Certain womanizing men are seeing their supply of women decreasing. Mothers prefer the dicks of someone else – their sons.
Introduction
Rodney was sitting alone on his couch in his Miami apartment. He looked around, shaking his head, confused and angry. His stable of women was dwindling. No more groups of ladies accompanying him to a club, no more gatherings at his place, with several women in his bed. He tugged on his limp cock, unable to get himself horny enough to pleasure himself. Something was very wrong.
His brother Ronnie was experiencing something similar in Charleston. Ronnie was on the beach, surveying the area for pussy, he found some, but all the women were with someone. Ronnie peered at a familiar looking bikini-clad, tall Latina. She was hugging, kissing an older man. Ronnie watched as a much younger guy joined them, hugging her, kissing her lips too.
"Her dad and son?" Ronnie wondered.
He shook his head, looking onward. Ronnie saw another young guy walking with not one, but three women – all dark hair, like the guy.
"I know her," Ronnie thought of one of the women, watching her flirt and laugh with the young man, oblivious to his presence.
Ronnie turned his head, seeing another familiar-looking brunette. She was running toward another younger man. "Henry!" she called out. He stood, scooping the woman up, swinging her around.
"Hey mom!" Ronnie heard him say from a distance. Ronnie's mouth dropped open when he watched them kiss passionately.
"Ok, I'm out of here. I'm going home," Ronnie got his towel, his bag, and left the beach.
Rodney called him on his way home.
"Things are changing," Rodney said.
"I know."
"Hardly any women left in Miami it seems."
"That bad? Charleston is smaller, but man, there's no women here that are interested in me anymore," Ronnie said.
"I can find a couple women here and there, but it's nothing like it used to be," Rodney lamented.
"We had constant pussy. It's like something changed and these ladies are spending time with family members."
"Almost all my women here have moved. A couple even told me they had family business to tend to," Rodney said.
"Yep. I think there's some major, freaky family relationships going on here," Ronnie said.
"I gotta do something. I need to find someone, someone special. And I know who," Rodney said.
"I know who you're talking about. We knocked her up. I bet she still lives in Atlanta."
"Yes. I know exactly where she lives too," Rodney ended the call to his brother.
He looked to his empty bedroom thinking back to when he took her, fucked her, and mated her.
"Alyssa," Rodney nodded his head. "I'm bringing you back here – where you belong."
Chapter 1
Alyssa counted down the days until her son, Joshua, arrived. She cleaned, and re-cleaned her small, cheap apartment close to his college. She worked overtime at the nearby Goodwill where she was an assistant manager. She also re-read her favorite letters from her son.
Sitting on her small bed, going through the box of what's become her most prized possession, Joshua's letters, Alyssa picked out a few to read before his arrival the next day.
"I'll be there soon. Finally, free from Dad, he'll never know I'm staying with you while at school. I can't wait to hold you, to see your smile, to hear your voice. I've missed you so much."
His written words alone brought her smiles. Alyssa folded the letter, placing it back where it belonged. She grabbed another written a couple years prior.
"Mom, your letters are safe. Dad will never find them. I read them at night before going to sleep. Every night I pretend you're with me here."
Alyssa teared up, recalling a letter she wrote him, about how she wished she could tuck him and lay there with him until he fell asleep.
Another letter: "My senior prom was this weekend. As I said in a previous letter, I didn't go. I didn't care. Dad approved of this, reminding me women were nothing but trouble. We stayed home, played cards, and watched TV. The whole time, as is usually the case, I thought of you. I was alone on the couch, imagining you were there next to me. I pictured my arm around you, holding you, watching TV. I can't wait to do that in real life. I can't wait to leave this summer and go to you. Dad will drop me off at college, leave, and I'll immediately make my way to your place. We'll only be two miles apart."
Alyssa folded that one, putting it back in its envelope. She remembered writing Joshua the next day, stating she would like him to stay with her. He wrote back, another letter arriving a few days later.
"Yes! I would love to stay with you. I'll clean for you, cook for you, I'll take care of you. I love you so much. We'll make up for lost time! It'll be wonderful. I'm shaking as I write this. I wanted to ask if I could stay with you, but I was too nervous."
Alyssa chuckled, wondering why Joshua would be nervous to ask his mother if he could stay. He never went on to say why. Alyssa grabbed another letter.
"It won't be long, Mom. I'll be there with you. Since you left, I can't tell you how many times I've dreamed of gazing into your beautiful, green eyes, wrapping my arms around you and holding you, never letting go. When I get there, it'll be the happiest time of our lives. It'll be you and me, together – it'll be perfect, like you."
Alyssa wiped tears of joy. His letters were so special. She couldn't help but see them as something other than letters to a mother from a son. There was more there. She dismissed it, thinking as Joshua said what he was writing in his head, it sounded totally different than how she read it in her own.
Still, Alyssa saw now, there was certainly more to his letters, more than just love from child to parent.
She missed him more than anything. The second happiest day of her life, behind giving birth to Joshua was upon her. Her estranged, abusive husband would never know the son, who he no doubt wishes would have nothing to do with his mother, would be living with that very mother.
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The tears of joy were amplified tenfold when she saw her son the next afternoon. Joshua was in Atlanta for a few days, his father driving him to school, staying a bit to get him set up, and then leaving. The second his father drove off, Joshua took off to his mother's apartment, a couple miles away from his college campus.
He was much taller than she thought he'd be, having grown more than a foot since Alyssa last saw him at age 14.
They didn't do anything at first – Joshua stood there, shaking, eyes filling with tears. Alyssa did the same, covering her mouth, as she sobbed.
After a moment, he opened his arms wide, pulling his mother in for a long embrace. Alyssa sobbed in his arms, wrapping them around him, squeezing him tightly.
Joshua held her head against his chest, his fingers sliding through her long, dirty blonde hair. Mother and son, reunited, stood in her doorway for several minutes.
Eventually, Joshua ended the embrace, his hand at his mother's waist and guided her into the apartment. The door closed behind him, and they stood once more, holding one another.
He caressed her face, staring into her green eyes, "Mom."
His voice was different, deeper, causing Alyssa to cry again. She couldn't believe he was here. All the planning and letters, Joshua finding and being accepted to a nearby college, his father being kept in the dark, unaware of Alyssa's whereabouts, paid off. Joshua was now with his mother.
Arms entwined, she led him to the couch. Sitting next to him, she examined his face, as if to make sure he was really there. Alyssa hugged him again, pushing Joshua back. He held his mother, slowly rubbing her back, while she held on tothis his waist. Alyssa closed her eyes, all felt right in the world.
"How are you?" she asked, when finally able to speak, sitting up.
