La Belle Ile En Mere

Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!

"That's what I'm telling you, Nossy. I don't care if you're a thousand years old, you're making mistakes." George was having a hard time keeping his voice down.

"I'm older than a thousand years. I've been in this solar system for about that long." Kapnos, in Gwendolyn's body again, stood with her arms folded. Her hair was neatly pinned without a hat. Her bodice and skirts were new, with a swirling blue pattern. She frowned at her boyfriend.

"Regardless." George adjusted his tie in exasperation. He pulled it loose and reknotted it while thinking. "Look ... my mom thinks I'm the devil right now. Océane has agreed to play her a message that should get her to open the door. But I have to explain what's happening. I have to explain

you!"

"I grant you, this situation isn't ideal. I'm sorry about the mistake. I didn't think you would be in the lagoon." Kapnos pressed her lips into a tight line. She reached out with gloved hands and tightened his tie, adjusting it just so. "Your mom will get over her fright. She'll think she must have seen me wrong. You're tired. It's late. Go get some sleep."

"What will happen when my mom asks Delores who left her room?" He pushed her hands away and adjusted his tie again.

"You can't tell your mother about me. She won't understand." Kapnos shook her head with authority.

"Enough of this." George reached out and lifted the small woman into the air. He threw her over his shoulder. "I think my mom will surprise you." He carried her out of the room, grabbing her ass tightly as she meekly struggled. He was glad she wasn't putting up a real fight. He didn't know what he would do then. "Océane, send Mom the message."

"Yes, Mr. Zaal," Océane said.

~~

An insistent chime woke Anna from her nightmares. She sat up with a start and clutched her chest. "What is that sound?" There was a moment of disorientation. She thought she was home on Earth. But she would never be sleeping in her clothes at home. They were damp with sweat. When she blinked her eyes and saw the message screen floating over her bed, all the horrific recollections hit her.

The message was from George. But he wasn't her George. Things were so wrong. "Dismiss message."

"Playing message," Océane said.

George's face appeared above her. He had a deep furrow on his forehead, and his eyes were ringed with red. The message played.

"Remember when I crashed my bike? I was maybe ten." George rubbed the back of his neck. "I was a couple blocks away, but you came running and carried me to the neighborhood autodoc. I wasn't small, so I'm still not sure how you got me there. Anyway, I was in so much pain that I don't remember anything until the autodoc started working. I got some focus then. Do you remember what I said when I looked up at you?"

"'Are you an angel ... or Mom?'" Anna said. This was a story she often retold for laughs. But now, it wrenched her heart.

"'Are you an angel ... or Mom'," George said in his message. "Then I said, 'Never mind ... you can be both.' It's me, Mom. And you

are

my angel. You always have been. Open the door, and I'll explain what you saw last night." The message ended.

Anna's heart swelled. It was him. Of course it was. She'd been so stupid to think that something could fake the bond she had with her son. She got out of bed, threw back the deadbolt, and opened the door. He was standing right there. "It's really you, sunshine?"

"Yea, it's me, Mom." There was obvious relief on George's face.

"Um ... what's going on?" Anna looked at the weakly kicking woman draped over his shoulder.

"Mrs. Valentine is the person you saw." George looked around the empty lagoon. "May I come in?"

"You can't tell her ... George." Kapnos kept her voice down. She didn't want to attract any more attention. The last thing she wanted was to have to tell Delores and Constance, too.

"Um ..." Anna looked into his eyes. She stepped closer to him, careful to avoid Gwendolyn's kicking feet. She stroked his cheek with gloved fingers. "It is you." She nodded and stepped to the side. "Come in. I'm sure this will make for an interesting explanation."

"Yeah, it's interesting." George stepped into the room and put Kapnos down on a chair. To his satisfaction, she didn't try to flee. The changeling looked back and forth between mother and son, her eyes wide and her nostrils flaring. His mother looked terrible. Her clothes were stained, her skin was pallid, and her hair was falling out of its pin. "Sit down, Mom." When she was seated on the edge of the bed, he continued. "I wanted to tell you about this a while ago, but Nossy made me swear to secrecy." He took a deep breath and told his mother all about sleeping with Nossy when she copied Edith and Delores. About the real Gwendolyn's eyeball. About Kapnos's history. He shared everything with her. When he finished talking, there was silence. His mother held her gloved hand to her mouth, staring at Kapnos. Kapnos herself had curled up in the armchair, hugging her knees to her chest. She wasn't looking at either Zaal. "Well?" George said.

"I

knew

something was going on. I heard you say Nossy several times. And certain things didn't add up. For instance, Delores has always said she didn't accompany us up the tower. And yesterday, she told your sister and I that she didn't sleep with Mr. Haversham. I thought she was just telling brazen lies because of ..." She waved her hands at the hotel around them. "... everything. But she was so insistent. Now, I see it was because she was telling the truth!"

"Yeah, she was." George sighed with relief. His mother was taking it well.

"Wait ... wait ..." Anna stood up. "You had sex ... with an alien? Oh, my gosh. You had sex with an alien! What were you thinking, Georgie?" She stepped over to him and whacked him gently on the shoulder. So many odd things made sense now. Even if aliens did exist, and her son had bedded one, at least the puzzle pieces were falling into place.

"I'm not the only one." George exhaled. He could see his mother's relief as her shoulders dropped back to their normal position. He knew she wasn't really angry.

"But I mean ... she's ... from outer space!" Anna hit him gently one more time.

"I'm from my own planet, Mrs. Zaal. Not space." Kapnos looked up at Anna, trying to gauge how badly this would go. "I don't catch your illnesses. I didn't give your son space rabies or anything. You're safe. He didn't pass anything from me to you."

Anna processed Kapnos's words. "George. She knows?" She turned to her son, fresh shock on her face. "About us?"

"It's okay, Mom." George put his hands on her upper arms and held her. "It's because of her that we've done ... what we've done. She told me that many mothers and sons she's met have done it, and offered me encouragement. She knows how much I love you." He saw his mother's blue eyes roll and her body went limp. Her constitution was rock solid, but apparently this was the straw that broke the camel's back. George caught her and pulled her against him, hugging her head to his chest. "It's okay, Mom."

Anna blinked her eyes, breathing in her son's masculine scent. His embrace offered the comfort she needed.

"I'll keep your secret better than your son kept mine." Kapnos glared at George. He rolled his eyes at her.

"Any secrets broken are your fault." George held his mother tight. "Mom, are you feeling okay?"

"I think ... I need a moment." Anna's hands moved around her son and gripped his jacket tightly.

"Take all the time you need." George sighed. "I'm sorry for my part in this. I didn't know what the right thing to do was."

"I understand." But Anna didn't really. She couldn't wrap her mind around what she'd just learned. She really did need a moment to collect herself. She needed to let her mind drift ... in ecstasy. "Thank you, George, for crafting that message to get me to open the door. You know me so well. Thank you for telling the truth, however insane it might be."

"You're welcome." George held her tightly.

Anna looked over at Kapnos. "What do you I call you? Nossy?"

"I would be honored if you called me Nossy in private. One doesn't throw someone they call Nossy out an airlock." Kapnos relaxed. The woman wasn't going to burn her at the stake. "May I call you, Anna?"

"Well, you seem to be in our confidence. So, yes." Still hugging her son, Anna gave Kapnos a tight smile. "I suppose I owe you quite a lot. But I'm a private person and well ... anyway ... um ..." Anna thought about what she wanted to say. "I ask that you pause your ... intimate activities. I worry that there may be disharmony among us if they find out they were lied to about ... something so ... well ... intimate."

Kapnos frowned. "I ... can't end my intimacies with the others. But ... how about if I remain Gwendolyn Valentine? I'm the only Mrs. Valentine the others know, so that's not really a mistruth."

"Good enough." Anna nodded. Although she didn't know how Kapnos would bed Delores as a woman. It wasn't her problem. And if it brought Delores happiness, all the better she supposed. She very much doubted Constance would have had anything to do with Kapnos in any guise she took. "We're agreed then." It was strange making accords with millennia-old beings.

"We are agreed." Kapnos nodded.

"Now, if you'll excuse me. I would like to have some alone time with my son." Anna's cheeks turned crimson. "We need to ... reunite after the night's upheaval."

"Yes, of course." Kapnos stood and curtsied.

George and Anna parted. He bowed and she curtsied.

"I am sorry for causing you discomfort. That was never my purpose." Kapnos was feeling magnanimous now that Anna had accepted her. "I'll be on my way." She headed for the door.

"Goodbye, Nossy. See you soon." George gave her a friendly wave.

"Yes, goodbye, Nossy." Anna waved.

"Goodbye, Zaals." Kapnos returned their waves.

The second she was gone, mother and son were in each other's arms, their tongues dancing together.

~~

"Mmmmmmmmm." Lillian woke and stretched under the covers. Someone was rubbing her back and it felt lovely. "Mrs. Valentine?"

"Yes, dear. It's me." Kapnos swirled with emotions. She still wasn't sure what Anna would do with her knowledge. And she didn't like a human telling her what to do. But she was relieved with how things had gone so far. She thought about her options as she massaged Lillian's delicate back, working ever lower and lower. She removed the covers and kneaded the twenty-year-old's firm butt. She was pleased to discover that Lillian was still naked and carried the scent of sex from the night before. "How is my princess this morning?"

"Is it really morning?" Lillian rotated her butt slowly as the lovely widow paid her the most loving attention. "I feel ... enchanted." Lillian sucked in her breath when the woman spread her legs and ate her out from behind. "Oooohhhhhhhh ... your face is in my butt ... Mrs. Valentine. You really do love me ... you do. You ... don't mind my butt ... at all."

Kapnos moved her mouth away from Lillian's vagina. "Not only do I not mind it, I think it's regal and spectacular."

"You what?" Lillian tried to look over her shoulder, but could only see the top of Gwendolyn's head as the woman dove her tongue right into Lillian's asshole. "Oh ... my ... gods ... what are you ... uuuuggghhhhhhhhh ... that's my ass ... oooohhhhhh ... shit ... I can't believe ... you're tonguing me ... there ... oooohhhhhhhhhh." Lillian writhed in pleasure. Gwendolyn would do anything for her it seemed. She really did treat her like a princess. Suddenly, the tongue was gone, as were the hands that had been gripping her butt cheeks. "Why ... did you stop?" Lillian turned around. She saw that Gwendolyn had a screen open in the air in front of her. "What's this?"

"Want to see some pornography?" Kapnos undressed and sat on the bed naked. The screen, blank for the moment, rotated to face her.

"Lesbian pornography?" Lillian had started to crawl toward her lover, but stopped. "I'm not a lesbian, Mrs. Valentine. We're just ..." She didn't know how to explain it anymore.

"It's not lesbian. It's a mother and her son." Kapnos smiled sweetly. "Don't worry, the son is of age. He's eighteen and quite handsome."

"I ... um ... well ... um ..." Lillian was no prude. She'd seen pornography before with Francis. She'd even slept with the boyfriend that proceeded him. But incest? "It's not real. The mother and son ... they aren't really related. It's acting, right?"

"It's very real." Kapnos pulled Lillian into her lap and deftly played with Lillian's nipples. "Remember how I told you that you needed to reward your brother for saving our lives? Many mothers and sisters are happy to join with their men when they've done something worthwhile. It's quite common."

"Those women and men are depraved." Lillian couldn't believe what she was hearing. It disgusted her. But she couldn't deny the excitement she felt. Little bolts of ecstatic lightning shot from her nipples as Gwendolyn manipulated them. Her pussy gushed. Were they really going to watch a mother and son copulate? Was this actually common? "They're trollops!"

"I imagine some are indeed depraved. But most are normal, strait-laced people who want to show their love and appreciation in the deepest way possible." Kapnos kissed the young woman. After a moment, she pulled back and smiled. "Who is the most prim and decorous woman you know?"

"My mother." Lillian didn't need to think about that question.

"You see. Even the most composed woman can show her love this way." Kapnos's smile widened.

"See ... what? What are you talking about?" Lillian's eyebrows furrowed with anger. She brushed Gwendolyn's hands away from her breasts. "Don't besmirch my mother."

"I would never." Kapnos swiped the feed onto the screen. She'd left a micro-camera in Anna's room, and it recorded what was going on in Anna's bed.

"Georgie ... Georgie ... I'm sorry ... I got spooked ... ugh ... ugh ... ugh ... when I feel you inside me ... there is no doubt ... what's right. I should have known ... you were you ... regardless." Anna rode her son. She faced him, with her feet planted on the mattress and her knees pointing to the sides. Her breasts would have been swaying wildly, but for her son's supportive hands.

"It's okay ... Mom ... we're good. I understand ... your confusion. The important thing ... is that we're together ... now ... ugh ... ugh ... ugh ..." George held his mother's tits and rolled her large nipples with his fingers.

One could have flown a fleeing lifeboat into Lillian's mouth, her jaw was hanging so far down. Her eyes were also open wide, and her eyebrows were raised in shock. "This ... isn't real. You've created this. Océane must have created this."

"I have the veracity tester going. You can check yourself." Kapnos watched her closely. She didn't want the young woman to go screaming from the room. But it didn't look like that was going to happen. Lillian moved closer to the screen and sat cross-legged on the bed in front of it.

"Mom looks ... so happy." Lillian listened to them grunt and moan. They were talking about some sort of changeling. It was hard to follow the conversation, broken up as it was by cries of pleasure and her mother's hips pounding down into her brother's.

"What about your brother?" Kapnos moved the camera so that Lillian could see George's face better.

"Oh, my. He looks happy, too." Lillian absentmindedly rolled her nipple with her fingers while she studied the video. "I haven't seen him that happy since Saturnalia Morning a decade ago." Her other hand snaked down to her pussy and found her button. If she had been gushing before, the floodgates had really opened now. There was a spreading stain on the bedspread in between her legs. "Why?"

"Well, I imagine he's happy because he loves your mother, and she's giving herself to him without reservations. He is getting the ultimate reward for his good deeds." Kapnos moved behind Lillian and gently massaged her back.

"No ... I mean ... why are you showing me this? I ... shouldn't know this is happening." Lillian massaged her clit faster. She'd never seen anything so stimulating. Her mother's bouncing curves. Her brother's hard body. The bliss on their faces. Their animalistic grunts and moans. The wild slapping of their skin. "I ... shouldn't know this is ... happening. My father ... I'll have to tell him and ... it will destroy him." Despite that thought, she continued to speed her body toward a massive orgasm. She could see from the way her mother's body was convulsing on top of her brother, and from her ecstatic screams, that Anna Zaal was already cumming.

"When we rescue your father, your mother and brother will be the best arbiters about what to tell him." Kapnos reached around Lillian and helped her work her pussy. "You don't want to get in the middle of something like that. Your mother knows what she's doing." Kapnos brushed Lillian's hair back and leaned her lips next to Lillian's ear. "I'm showing you this so that you will know what's possible. When you finally apologize to sweet Georgie, our savior, I want you to give him this gift, too. Families do it all the time. And now you know." Kapnos turned off the video. "Océane, delete the permanent file."

"Noooooooo." Lillian shook her head. "I want to ... uuggghhhhhh ... see it again." Her whole body trembled. She was on the brink of something massive.

"If you want to see that again, you'll have to give your brother his reward." Kapnos nibbled on Lillian's ear. "The princess must tend to the prince."

"Oooohhhhhhh ... nooooooooo ... I'm ..." Lillian thrashed in Gwendolyn's arms as her orgasm came crashing down on her. The widow wasn't done. Lillian was pleasured for several more hours by Gwendolyn, all the while the other woman urged her to reward her brother and reassured her that it was the most natural thing. By the end of their lovemaking, Lillian's bliss-fractured mind thoroughly believed it.

~~

"Well ... we did it again." Anna lay on her back, splaying her limbs loosely around her. Her pulse was still quick but slowing. Her chest rose and fell more and more evenly. "You put it all inside of me ... again." She turned her head and smiled at her son, who lay on his side, regarding her. "I asked you to fill me up, didn't I?" Her memory of their lovemaking was a bit hazy. It was hard to pierce through the cloud of ecstasy that hung over her time with George.

"You demanded it, really." George ran his fingertips along the long slope of her breast as it hung to the side of her chest. He could see goosebumps rise as his fingers moved over her alabaster flesh. The web of blue veins underneath stirred a primal desire to protect her. She was so delicate. A woman of flesh and blood up against whatever the New Guest was. George took a deep breath and tried to forget evil for the moment. "If yesterday was safe, then today should be safe, too. Right?" He wasn't sure how all that worked.

"It should be." Anna nodded. She tried to wipe the smile off her face. They were talking about gravid possibilities: creating a life. She shouldn't be smiling. But she found her happiness would not abate, nor would it allow her face to reform into a serious expression. "We have one condom left. I still think we should save it. What if you meet the woman of your dreams here?" She giggled.

"I've already met her, and no condom is needed it seems." George played with her large nipple and watched it pucker.