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Susan opened her eyes wide and said, "Ooh! I'd better check on things in the kitchen. Girls, Suzanne, I trust you to take care of our guest." Then she hurried off towards the kitchen.
Glory noticed that Susan had gone through the living room towards the dining room and kitchen while Alan went down a hallway leading in a different direction, but Glory correctly guessed that the hallway went on the other side of the stairway in the center of the house and connected to the kitchen. She'd noticed a concern in Susan's eyes as Alan left and felt almost certain that Susan was really sneaking off to be with him.
As usual, Glory couldn't contain her curiosity. So she said to the others, "If you don't mind, I'm just going to powder my nose for a minute. Can you point to the bathroom?"
The nearest bathroom was down the sa hallway Alan had disappeared into. But she went that way and saw no sign of him, even though putting an overcoat, purse, and flowers away hardly took any ti at all. Glory wasn't really sure where she was going, but as she was about to enter the bathroom, she stopped.
She thought, Susan and Alan are up to no good; I just know it. I'll bet dollars to donuts that they're engaged in so kind of perverted incestuous act right now. If I'm going to break loose from his hold on my heart, maybe that's what I need to see, to shake so sense into . If I see them getting it on, it'll be torture for , but that'll end the spell.
The bathroom door was a few feet down the hallway, so she knew she couldn't been seen from the front foyer. She knew the others standing near the front door would have no reason to suspect she wasn't in the bathroom. She snuck down the hall towards the kitchen, feeling nervous and guilty about acting like a thief.
The hallway led to the kitchen, and as she got closer she saw that her fears and suspicions were confird, because Alan and his mother were standing in a tight embrace in the middle of the kitchen. Her heart was crushed as her worst fears seed to be realized.
She stood just outside the kitchen. She wasn't worried about being seen because she was too distraught to pay much heed to getting caught snooping. Luckily for Glory, Alan was in the best position to see her but he happened to have his eyes closed, so she was at least montarily safe.
But as she stared, she realized that Alan was quietly sobbing into Susan's shoulder, although no tears were flowing yet.
That put things in a completely different light.
[Susan hugging Alan AI Art]
As she watched them, it dawned on her, This isn't an erotic embrace; it's just a mother comforting a son. It looked like a private and intense mont and Glory knew that she should leave them be, but her curiosity would not be denied so she continued to stare. Mostly she wanted to know what was upsetting Alan so much.
She didn't have to wait very long to find out. As if on cue, Susan asked, "What's troubling you, Tiger?"
Alan sobbed, "Mom, I'm losing it! Just losing it!"
Susan stroked the hair on the back of his head tenderly. "Losing what, dear?"
"Just losing everything! Losing my mind! I'm gonna have a complete breakdown, I know it!" "What do you an?" Susan asked in a quiet and soothing voice.
"It's just... Everything is too intense. I an, what happened this morning, and now with Glory... I feel like I'm stretched twelve different ways. I can't handle it!"
It was a very lucky thing that Alan only obliquely ntioned "what happened this morning" instead of referring to Heather by na, since he was mainly thinking about the ntally and physically exhausting ti he'd had at Heather's house. Glory would have thrown a conniption fit if she'd known Alan and Heather had had sex with each other just a short ti earlier.
Susan prodded her son as he continued to sob into her shoulder, "What changed? You seed fine when you left to pick up Glory a short while ago."
"I know. I was so happy to see her. I was really looking forward to it. But she hardly said a single word the whole way here. It was so tense. It was just about the last straw for . I can't take this nonstop roller coaster ride anymore. I'm ready to snap. She doesn't love , Mom! She doesn't love !"
With that, he lost all self control and started to cry.
Susan stroked his back and hair with both hands while still tightly hugging him and said, "Hush, now, hush, you don't want her to hear. This house isn't that big, even with the music on." She was referring to the fact that the stereo in the living room was playing so easy listening background music (Dionne Warwick's greatest hits). That, plus the sheer distance of what was in fact a very large house, could cover up the sounds of normal crying, but not all out bawling.
Alan realized this and the last thing he wanted was for Glory to see him red-eyed and crying, so he managed to stop his tears from flowing before they really got started, at least for the mont. But clearly he was extrely torn up.
Susan just held him and comforted him for a minute or two. She tried by sheer force of will to physically pass her love and energy into him in order to give him the strength and confidence he needed. Her positive vibrations seed to slowly have an effect.
Glory stepped back down the hallway so she couldn't see them, but stayed close enough to remain within earshot of what was being said. She leaned against the wall.
Then Susan said, firmly and matter-of-factly, "Son, you're wrong."
That surprised Alan enough for him to montarily pull his head back so he could look into her eyes and see what she ant.
She pressed on, "I know she loves you. It's a fact. A plain and simple fact! If she was acting cool and distant, that's just because her feelings are strong and she's having trouble getting them under control."
He sadly replied, "She's acting reasonably nice now, but that's just 'cos she's trying to be polite. You didn't see her earlier. She was ice cold. She hates ! She can't handle all the weirdness in my life - she thinks I'm a freak. I've ssed everything up for her! I've ruined her whole life!" He was ready to launch into all out crying as he worked himself up again.
But Susan cut those feelings off with a simple gesture of a finger on his lips. "No," she said empathically, her voice carrying surprisingly quiet authority and power. "That's not true. If she didn't love you, she wouldn't be here. I'm sure it wasn't easy for her to co here. Yes, she must think we're all a bunch of freaks, including you, but she still ca anyway. That's a true sign of love. Now, it's true that maybe physical love with her isn't in the cards; I don't know. But I do know that she loves you, just as much as you love her, and the two of you have so kind of special bond that can't be broken."
So far, Susan's words were keeping his tears at bay, but just barely. "How do you know?" he asked doubtfully.
"A mother knows these things. I can see it in her eyes."
He buried his face into her shoulder again, but at least he still wasn't crying. "I don't know, Mom. I just don't know."
"Trust . Have I ever been wrong about these things?"
He thought back about it, then chuckled as he said, "Frankly, yes!" He recalled tis when she was too overconfident about him, for instance thinking that Christine would say yes when he asked her out two months ago. She thought so highly of him, even before their sexual fun began, that she practically felt he could walk on water. Needless to say, that clouded her judgnt and both of them knew it.
They shared a good laugh at that, which at least lightened the mood enough to push further crying from his mind.
As Susan continued to stroke his hair in a motherly way, she said, "Well, okay, you got there! I can't help it if I think you're great. But I'm really very sure this ti. Call it a mother's intuition. I know how strongly you feel about her, and I know that whatever happens, it's going to be for the best."
"I don't know. I just don't know, Mom. I an, what would I do without her? I know that
sounds absurd given all the won in my life, but there's just one Glory, you know? I love her! Am I crazy to want her so badly when I have you and the others with ? Am I selfish? At tis like this I feel like I must be mad. It's just not right to have so many lovers." "Now, now, Tiger, you don't know what you're saying. Everything is going to be just fine.
We've been talking for far too long now though and people are going to start asking questions if you don't go back out there. I want you to go back out to our guest and be your charming best. Rember that you're surrounded by a cradle of love. We all love you so much. You're not going to crack up or fall apart because I won't let that happen! I'm going to be right here, praying for you, just like always."
She thought, I wish I could suck Tiger's cock for a couple of minutes, at least. A nice little spermy load down Mommy's throat would help him relax. But I have to be good, with Glory in the house. Besides, he needs as a shoulder to cry on now. She playfully slapped him on the butt, spurring him to get his act together and go back to be with Glory.
"Thanks, Mom. I'll try." He closed his eyes and leaned in to kiss her on the lips. He felt a couple of passionate French kisses would put him in a much better mood.
But Susan leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek, causing his mouth to plant itself on
her other cheek. Then she pulled away before he could rectify that and et her lips with his. She spanked his butt again, less playfully this ti. "Co on, don't dawdle. I'm sure Glory's wondering what's up already. Tell them you had to help in the kitchen with the turkey. And rember that Suzanne and I and everyone else are standing right behind you all the way."
"Thanks, Mom. I love you so much." He felt the urge to French kiss her again, but sothing held him back. He sensed she must have a good reason why she'd just kissed him on the cheek and had a feeling that he should just accept it and go join the others. He stepped away and said, "I'd better get cleaned up first. I must look like a ss."
He still looked sharp in his suit and tie, but his hair was even more tussled than usual, and there were a few streaks of tears down his cheeks.
Glory had been lurking down the hallway, spending most of the ti out of sight. Once she realized that mother and son were just endlessly hugging each other, continued gawking served her no purpose except to increase her chance of getting caught. She had crept a bit closer to the kitchen door to see if they would kiss, but now she realized that there was a good chance Alan would co down the hallway she was standing in to use the bathroom she'd passed through to make himself presentable again.
She ducked back into the den and then through to the bathroom. Checking herself in the mirror for a few monts to confirm that she still looked presentable, she was about to open the door but then rembered to flush the toilet to make it seem like she'd had to go to the
bathroom.
As she went through the act of washing her hands, she thought, Boy, that was not what I
expected... at all! I feel so guilty, sneaking around like a common criminal, when Susan is just being a good mom! Maybe I have it all wrong. I an, I know those two must be having sex, and it pains to even think about that, but at least it looks like it hasn't twisted their basic mother-son relationship all out of shape. I'm probably being too judgntal. Alan's a good kid. I know that; I just have to rember it. It's not like his mother is thinking of having sex with him 24-hours a day and blowing him under the table while he's eating at every al or anything crazy like that. Probably they're just
like any other family most of the ti. I have to get a grip instead of letting my imagination simply run
wild all the ti.
Feeling a lot better about things, she opened the bathroom door to rejoin the others. It
seed like a long ti but in reality it had been less than five minutes since she'd walked inside the Plumr house.
Glory didn't realize that even her wildest imagination couldn't compare to just how sex-
crazed the Plumr house was most of the ti, or how rare it was lately for Alan and Susan to share a completely non-sexual embrace like they'd just had. But Susan had a good mother's intuition. After Alan started sobbing so loudly, Susan grew concerned that Glory might hear and co to investigate. She almost felt as if Glory was watching, and tried to behave as if Glory was watching, which was a very lucky thing since Glory WAS watching. It wasn't that what she'd said was dishonest, but there were other things she otherwise would have said and done (such as French kissing) if she hadn't have a gut feeling to be careful. After another minute or two, both Susan and her son returned to where Glory and the others
were standing by the door. Everyone else was so engrossed in conversation that the two of them didn't even find an occasion to give their excuses as to why they'd taken so long.
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