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“You had sex with him … because he pointed his pistol at me?” George stood inches from Kapnos, who appeared as Gwendolyn. They were near the barricade. They spoke in hushed tones.

“Yes.” Kapnos nodded adamantly. “He’s too dangerous. I needed to get rid of him. But I’m not a killer, George. I have sex. That’s what I do. So I seduced him, which was pathetically easy, and made sure his wife found us.” She would have seduced him anyway, but George didn’t need to know that.

“How does this ‘get rid of him’? He’s going to be even more dangerous and unstable.” George studied her face. “Are you … trying not to laugh? This is deadly serious.”

“It’s not Mr. Haversham I find amusing. It’s your lack of faith in my understanding of the human psyche.” The smile she’d been suppressing broke out into a brilliant white crescent.

“How do you have such a strong grasp on the human psyche? You’re not human.” George frowned.

“Oh, Georgie dear. That is true. But …” She gave him a dainty kiss on the cheek. “I have been intimate with humans for a thousand years. And while each one believes themselves to be unique, they do tend to repeat themselves and respond to the same stimulus in similar ways. I know humans inside and out.”

Roy’s door opened, and he stormed out. “If you really feel that way, Constance, then you’re better off without me.” He walked too far, tipped at the edge of the lagoon, tried to catch his balance, and fell in with a splash.

Constance walked out of the room with her arms folded and a frosty expression on her face. She did not rush to help her husband. “Don’t compound your foolishness, Roy. If you want a break, we can try it when we get back to Earth. There’s nowhere for you to go.”

“Oh?” Roy climbed out of the water. His suit was dripping wet. He walked along the boardwalk to the room he had been sharing with his wife.

“Have some faith in me, Georgie. It’s already happening. Just watch,” Kapnos whispered in George’s ear.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Roy.” Constance walked over to her room and stood in the doorway. She silently watched her husband. When he came out, still dripping, with his backpack slung over one shoulder, she stepped aside for him. “We’ll all need therapy after this. This is just one more issue. You can’t leave.”

“Oh? Mommy won’t let me?” Roy glanced darkly at his wife.

Constance blushed deeply.

“You, Mr. Zaal, help me dismantle the barricade. I’m leaving.” Roy began moving furniture away from the double doors.

George shook his head. He leaned close to Kapnos so Roy wouldn’t hear. “He’ll die if he leaves. The creatures will get him,” he whispered.

“It’s unfortunate for him. But better for all of us,” Kapnos whispered back. “It’s not like we killed him.”

“It’s pretty close.” George didn’t know what to do, so he stuffed his hands in his pockets.

“Roy … please. Don’t be a baby.” Constance winced when she said it. It was so clearly a poor choice of words.

“Baby?” Roy pushed the desk out of the way. The door on the right was free. He put his hand on the butt of his pistol and opened the door, checking the hallway outside. He turned to his wife, his hand still on his pistol, although it hadn’t left his holster.

George pulled his pistol free and let it hang by his leg. He felt Kapnos move behind him.

“You’ll never find that stupid eye. You’re never leaving. And even if you were, the rest of the solar system is probably infected with those things.” Roy’s voice rose. “I will enjoy the rest of my days far away from you.” He spat on the ground. “You can have your precious Zaals for all I care.” He turned and slipped out into the exterior hall.

“Roy!” Constance didn’t run after him. She turned to George and Kapnos. “What are you waiting for? Put the barricade back up. Those things could come back at any time.” She burst into tears, ran back to her room, and slammed the door.

“I am sorry for poor Mrs. Haversham, but it’s for the best. She’ll see that soon enough. She’ll be much more approachable now.” Kapnos went over to the desk and pushed. “Give me a hand.”

“Are you … thinking about sex with Mrs. Haversham?” George went over to the desk and helped her get it back in place. “Her marriage just crumbled … thanks to you.”

“Yes. And Mr. Haversham wasn’t good for her.” Kapnos moved the heavy pieces of furniture slowly. “He wasn’t good for any of us. Not at all.” She put her hands on her hips and faced George. “I mean to live, George Zaal. I mean for us to have a future.”

“I get that. But … this isn’t fair to Mr. Haversham. And … why did you have to use sex?” George tried not to picture his girlfriend with the horrible Roy Haversham.

Kapnos raised her hand and bobbed on the balls of her feet like she was trying to get the teacher’s attention in class. “Horny alien here, in case you hadn’t noticed.” She dropped her hand and looked at ümraniye escort George’s pistol that was back in its holster. “Chimpanzees are murderous apes that look to solve problems with violence. Bonobos are horny apes that solve their problems with sex. They both share ninety-nine percent of your DNA. But, I think, humans are more chimp than bonobo. I would have been happier if it was the opposite. You can finish the barricade by yourself. I’ve got things to do.” Kapnos stormed off.

George felt queasy. He didn’t like any of it. He wished desperately he could tell his mother and get her sage advice. But he’d promised not to out Kapnos. He grumbled to himself and reassembled the barricade.

~~

“You look nervous, Mom.” George removed his holster and hung it from a chair. They were alone in his mother’s room.

“Well, I am. I’m worried about Mr. Haversham. And the attack on the front door this morning. And all the impossible tasks laid out before us.” Anna rubbed her neck and looked over at her son. “Mr. Haversham isn’t going to make it, is he?”

“I don’t think so.” George shook his head. “The Newest Guest seems to be learning. Its creatures are more dangerous than they used to be. I imagine that trend will continue.”

“Is it bad that I feel no grief for that man? He pointed his pistol at you.” Anna grimaced. “I wanted to tear his windpipe from his throat.”

“There’s a lot of that going around.” George loosened the knot of his tie.

“And he threatened you right while you were in the middle of saving us all again.” Anna took a deep breath. “I feel for Mrs. Haversham. But not for that man.” She stood and shook out the tension from her shoulders. “I’m sorry. I’m wasting our precious alone time worrying about things that can’t be fixed.”

“It’s okay, Mom. Whatever you want.” He gave her a reassuring smile.

“I want you, Georgie.” Anna wiggled her whole body, trying to release the tension. She stopped and returned his smile. “I want to reward my handsome man for the latest time he saved my life.” She straightened her bodice and began removing her gloves. “So, what’s to be your reward?” Gloves off, she held up her bare hands for him to see, moving them in a way she hoped was seductive. She watched his face closely and thought it was working. Her eyes glanced down to the front of his trousers, and she knew it was working. “So, imagine you’re a young man of eighteen, and you love your mother in a way few other sons do. And she loves you that way, too. What reward would you claim?” She danced for him, twirling about and making a show of her pale hands.

“Actually, I have it on good authority that it isn’t so rare for a son to feel about his mother the way I feel about you.” George pulled down his trousers and underwear. His dick sprung into the air.

“Oh, really?” Anna stopped twirling and unbuttoned her bodice. “Well, if you have it on good authority, I’m sure mothers are falling into their sons’ arms all over Earth and Luna.”

“There’s fifteen billion people. I’m sure it’s happening all the time.” George took off his jacket and tie. He unbuttoned his shirt.

“Well, I suppose it only has to be a tiny fraction of a percent to be a decent number.” Anna laughed and removed her bodice. She went to work on her skirts. “At least I’ve got good company.”

“Would it matter if we were the only ones?” His heartbeat quickened as more of his mother’s alabaster skin came into view. She was breathtaking in her bra and panties. His cock was already hard. Seeing her, it became harder still.

“It would not matter. I know this is right. In my bones, I feel it. It’s what we both need to help us survive La Belle Île.” She shimmied her panties down her legs. “Who knew that I was raising a stud to breed bitches?” She giggled, and dropped her voice low. “Who knew that I would someday be his bitch?” With her bra still on, she ran to George and jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his middle. She planted her lips on his and gave him a deep kiss.

George kissed his mother back fiercely. His hands grabbed handfuls of her butt to keep her from falling. Despite her height, she wasn’t a light woman. He was glad of the time he’d spent in the gym, staying in shape for tennis. Her wonderfully pliant curves pressed hard into his body. Her tongue playfully toyed with his. They made out for several minutes while he held her in the air. He could feel her wetness on his lower abdomen as she rocked her hips into him and ground her pussy on his stomach.

When she broke the kiss, Anna was grinning like a schoolgirl. She pecked him on the tip of his nose. “Go on then. You have your mother’s approval to take her in a manly fashion.” She giggled and squealed as he carried her about the room. His fingers pressed into her butt in the most ardent and delicious way.

“You used to carry me around.” George laughed as he ran around the room with his mother, his cock bounding ünye escort below her pussy. “Now I get to return the favor.” The way the weight of her tits pressed into his chest with the gravity of each step was sublime. Her laughing face was inches from his. It made him want to shout for joy.

“Put me down … put me down …” Anna’s chiming laugh echoed around the room. She shrieked when he tossed her onto the bed and then laughed harder. She rolled onto her belly and looked over her shoulder. “I’d like to do our new position again. Would you like that, too?”

“Oh, gods, you’re beautiful.” George stood for a moment, taking in the undulating hills and valleys of her body. Her ass was heart-shaped and perfectly presented, as she was on her belly with her legs together. He crawled on the bed, kissing and biting her calves, then the backs of her thighs, and then her ass.

“Oohhhhh … you’re biting me, sunshine.” Anna opened her eyes wide. “No one has ever … oohhhh … not so hard.” She gripped the blanket tightly in her hands. “Georgie … I love it … I love it Georgie … I can tell from your bites … how much you want me. It feels … spectacular. I … no … no … George. I don’t want you to eat me from back there. Your face will be right in my … butt.” She didn’t want to say butthole.

“Sorry, Mom. I’m going to do it.” He spread her ass cheeks with his hands and lowered his mouth to her pussy.

“Ooohhhhh … gods … so dirty … it’s so dirty. Your nose … is pressing on my …” Anna could indeed feel his nose pressing on her butthole. She had never imagined such a thing. “This … uuuggghhhhhh … doesn’t disgust you?” She reminded herself that he had stuck his thumb in her butthole, so he obviously didn’t have the same approach to butts that Ernest had had in her marriage.

“Nnnnooommmmmm … nah … mmmmmppphhhhh … Mom … I … nnnnaaaaammmmnnnn … love it,” George said between licks and slurps.

“Ohhhhh … you’re not … even touching my … clitoris … and … you’re going to make meeeeeeeeeeeeee.” Anna buried her face into the blanket, kicked her feet into the mattress, and orgasmed for her son. Each time they coupled she learned a new ecstasy. She was supposed to be rewarding him, but somehow he’d taken the initiative and given to her instead.

While his mother was still convulsing from her orgasm, George moved up her body, placed his cock at her slick entrance, and slid in. “I know … your pussy is adjusting to me … but it still feels … incredibly tight.” He placed his hands on the beguiling small of her back and found a rhythm with his hips. He saw his mom turn her face sideways. Tears pooled in her eye. “Mom … are you … ugh … ugh … crying?” He slowed his pace.

“I’m … just so happy … sunshine. So happy … we found this … slice of heaven to share.” Anna didn’t have to do anything in that position except hold on, so she gripped the blanket more tightly and let her son ride her.

“Me … too … Mom.” George pounded into her. She didn’t complain about it hurting at all, so he loosened the throttle. He slammed into her so hard her hips lifted into the air at the apex of each thrust. “I’m your … ugh … ugh … ugh … stud … Mom.”

“I’m … ah … ah … ah … your bitch … Georgie!” Anna could feel another orgasm fast approaching. Her son’s penis seemed to zero in on a spot deep inside that unlocked a river of pleasure. It was like he was a key made just for her lock. It was all so wonderful that Anna said something that truly surprised her. “I’m … uuuggghhhh … safe today … you can … put it inside me.”

“Mom?” George slowed his hips. He must have misheard her. “What?”

“I want … it … George. I need … uuuggghhhhh … it.” She trembled her way through her climax.

George waited for her to stop cumming to ask his next question. He was in awe of the situation he found himself in, but he didn’t want to mess things up. His mother was obviously beside herself. He didn’t want her to resent him for anything later. “We have … that other condom. I could … ugh … ugh …?”

“The condom … would defeat … the purpose … ooohhh … of what I want.” She gazed back at him. He looked so strong and vigorous thrusting his hips up against her shaking backside. “I want … to go about the rest … ugh … ugh … of my day … with your seed … in my womb. I want … to feel that closeness with you. To … ooohhhhhhhh … speak with … the others … while your stuff is still … inside me … our … miraculous … secret. Please … say yes … and fill me.”

“Yes … Mom.” George nodded his head and picked up the pace again. Her words spurred his climax closer at an accelerated pace. He thought of her talking to Mrs. Salazar … or Kapnos … with his cum still inside her. The thought drove him wild. He searched her stormy blue eyes and could see her need. My mother wants me to cum in her! It wasn’t to urfa escort make babies, but still … it was indeed a miracle. “You’re … going to make me … cum … Mom.”

“Yes … yes … yes … sunshine … I want it … fill me … sperm … sperm … sperm …” Anna’s mind reeled. She’d asked for it, and it was almost here. A massive orgasm seized her, and she went rigid just as she felt the heat of his seed inside her.

“Mom … Mom … aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh.” George’s hips fell out of rhythm. His orgasm went on and on. He was certain he’d never cum so much in his life. It was lucky it was her safe day, because he’d have knocked her up otherwise. Finally, his hips came to a rest on her ass. Then, a few seconds later, they spasmed once more as he shot three final blasts deep into her womb.

“Nnnnnnnggggggggggggg.” Anna’s eyes rolled back, and her back arched, pushing up into her son as he collapsed on top of her. This was more than a slice of heaven. She’d found paradise itself.

~~

The sound of splashing and laughing in the lagoon was oddly comforting to Constance. Her whole life was unraveling, but others were still finding joy in the hell-pit of a hotel they found themselves in. She stepped off the boardwalk onto the beach, curling her toes around the soft warmth of the sand. She was wearing her swimming suit, and carrying her holstered pistol in a gloved hand.

Constance stopped at a bar for a cocktail, and continued on, sipping it with her free hand. She found that Lillian and Gwendolyn were the source of the noise. They were roughhousing in the water. “Greetings, ladies.” Constance gave them a curtsy, put down her gun on the beach, and walked into the water. She found an underwater bench and tried bravely to curve her lips into a smile. Both of the women had flushed cheeks and looked like girls caught with their gloves in the cookie jar.

“Good day, Mrs. Haversham.” Lillian nodded her head since she was in the water and couldn’t do a full curtsy.

“You look like you’re bearing things well, dear.” Kapnos gave Lillian a quick pinch on the butt and swam over to Constance. “What can we do to help?” She patted Constance’s knee under the water and sat on the bench at a respectful distance.

“What I desire, you cannot give me.” Constance sighed and sipped her blue drink.

“And what is that?” Kapnos smiled sweetly. “Maybe we can help?”

“Revenge, Mrs. Valentine.” Constance took a deep breath, pushing down her feelings of rage. “If this hotel were full of guests, I would go to a bar and pick up a tall, handsome man. I would take him back to my room. And afterward, I would tell Roy all about it.” She glanced at Gwendolyn. “Your lipstick is smudged, dear.”

“Oh, thank you.” Kapnos turned away. She took some lagoon water and scrubbed around her lips.

“There is a man here, Mrs. Haversham.” The wheels spun in Lillian’s head. Maybe she could help make up for past troubles with her brother by giving him this. “He is tall and handsome. He admires you greatly and would be forever grateful to be used for revenge.” Lillian kept her hands underwater since Gwendolyn had pulled off her gloves earlier, and she didn’t know where they were.

“I’m not going to sleep with a teenager.” Constance barked a quick laugh. “Not even for revenge.”

“He’s eighteen, Mrs. Haversham.” Lillian persisted. Her time with Gwendolyn had given her some confidence. “A man grown. And like I said, you would blow his mind. You get your revenge, and he gets the memory of a lifetime.”

“Your commitment to your brother’s sex life is admirable.” Kapnos turned back to them, her lipstick washed off.

“Although perhaps a bit unseemly.” Constance felt something float against her leg. She reached down and plucked a glove from the water. It matched Lillian’s suit. She raised an eyebrow and looked at the girl. “Lose something?”

“I … um … I … well …” Lilliam stammered.

“Since it was just us ladies, Lillian removed her gloves to show me a wonderful antique ring she had.” Kapnos scooted closer to Constance and beckoned Lillian over. “Come over here, Ms. Zaal, and show off your ring.”

Lillian hesitated a moment and then swam over to them. The water depth was to her clavicle in front of the bench, so she stood on the sandy bottom and raised her hand out of the water. The ruby and diamonds glittered in the warm light of the lagoon.

“Isn’t it lovely?” Kapnos moved closer to Constance. Their thighs were now touching. “Doesn’t she have the most delicate and dexterous looking hand?”

“Unseemly.” Constance finished off her drink. “Put your naked hand away, young lady.”

“There are no men about. What’s the harm?” Kapnos purred.

“Women sleep with women, too. Or so I’m told. We wouldn’t want to spark such desire.” Constance turned her face to the pretty widow. They were close enough that Gwendolyn’s sweet breath entered her nostrils. “I dare say, it’s not my place to judge if they do. So long as they’re all consenting adults. But it makes a woman’s hand unseemly under such circumstances for sure.” Constance moved away from Gwendolyn and turned her steely gaze on Lillian. “You’re older than your brother, correct?”

“Yes. I’m engaged to be married, remember?” Lillian dropped her hand underwater.