But just then, the telephone rang. The won were disappointed because all of them all wanted to hear "all the gory details". Plus they knew that such an inevitably arousing conversation would soon cause Alan to give up his (very weak) resolve to keep Alan Junior untended.
Amy answered the phone in the next room, and then brought it to Alan. "It’s for you." She silently mouthed, "Christine."
Alan took the receiver and went through so pleasantries, trying to ignore the fact the rest of his family was as naked as he was and standing nearby so they could listen to his side of the call. He imdiately sensed that Christine was stressed out.
Christine asked, "Where have you been? I’ve been calling all morning. More importantly, where is our eting going to be? Everybody’s calling and nobody knows what’s going on."
Alan thought, eting? What eting? Oh yeah, that eting. Stalling for ti and deliberately avoiding giving an answer to her question about where he’d been, he asked, "Who all is going to co?"
She replied briskly, "Myself, you, Amy, Katherine, your mother, Amy’s mother, Ms. Rhyr, Simone, and..." She sighed, and then added, grudgingly, "She Who Shall Not Be Nad."
Alan quipped, "Who, Lord Voldemort’s wife? Don’t answer that; I know who. Hey, wait a sec. What about Sean? You didn’t ntion him."
Christine frowned, and her unhappiness was clear in her voice. "Yeah, I called him, but he’s doing sothing with his little sister. He said he’d be able to help with your security at the ga, though."
"Oh." He thought, That’s probably for the best, actually. This eting is gonna be weird enough as it is. "When and where is this taking place again? I woke up not too long ago and I’m kind of out of it."
"I can see that," an exasperated Christine replied. "The when is in half an hour, and the where is unknown. That’s why I’ve been calling, like, every ten minutes. I’ve been telling people that it tentatively would be at your place, but when I talked to Katherine earlier, she said there might be a snag about that."
Alan thought about Christine coming to his house. He thought about the dancing pole in the living room, the big bed there too, and worst of all, the sll of sex. Damn, I can’t EVER let Christine in this house! She’s smart as a whip. Even if we sohow get rid of the sll, she’ll take one look at that pole and she’ll be like a cross of Nancy Drew and that relentless cop dude in the Terminator 2 movie. No way! ... Although it would be pretty damn sexy to see her dressed up in a police outfit. Sweetness!
Although I could think of so improvents to a boring ol’ police uniform. Yes! And if she would find the pole, she’ll be taking nas and making arrests. And strip searches! Definitely strip searches! Heh!
Man, I gotta get a grip!
He looked around and saw all the naked won watching him and listening intently, which was a bit unnerving. Katherine was still sitting next to him, and had started running a hand up and down his leg. He said, "Snag? Um, yeah, there’s a snag." He lied, "My mom’s REALLY sensitive about having visitors. She goes into super freak out cleaning mode, and that’s just the start of it. Can we et at your place?"
"What, and have HEATHER in my house? I feel violated just thinking about it. I’d rather open my house to a crack whore. Oh wait, there’s not much difference, is there?" Her voice dripped with bitterness and sarcasm. "Please, no."
Alan thought about Heather’s house, but then realized she’d feel roughly the sa about having Christine over. And Glory would freak about letting Heather see her apartnt. He said, "Let see what I can do." He was about to hang up and have a family pow-wow over the problem, but then he looked at Suzanne standing there in her naked glory and had an idea. "Hold on."
He placed Christine on hold and asked, "Aunt Suzy, are Brad or Eric at ho?"
Suzanne answered, "No, and they’ll be gone all day. And yes, you can et at my place."
So with a big sigh of relief, Alan got Christine back on the phone and made final arrangents to have the eting at the Pestridge house.
That set in motion a flurry of activity. Suzanne and Amy imdiately dressed and hurried back to the their house next door, presumably to make it presentable. Susan redoubled her efforts to make breakfast, with Katherine again helping. Alan made so calls to inform others about the new plans. Everyone put on at least so clothes to cut down on distractions, even if it was just a robe.
He thought about the eting. Jesus H. Christ on a pogo stick. To have all those won in one room at the sa ti? What a potential disaster! I was gonna suggest eting at a restaurant until I realized we’d probably draw a crowd with that many beautiful bombshells all in one place. Heck, just taking the entire family four out in public at the sa ti is problematic, even when they dress up like the Amish going to a funeral. But the big problem is, what am I gonna do about Heather and Christine? Or Glory and Heather? Or Christine and Mom? Fuck!
To Alan’s surprise, Susan managed to hold back her usual lusty urges and was in a fairly efficient "mom" mode, cooking and serving the al, cleaning up, joining in the conversation, and finding ti to eat herself. (It helped a lot that she’d had a nice climax while sucking him off, even though she was sad she hadn’t managed to get him to cum in her mouth.) She would have seed the prototypical "supermom" except that she did it all while wearing her apron, high heels, glasses, and absolutely nothing else.
As the three of them ate, Alan said, "Mom, I gotta warn ya. For this eting, and heck, for the ga too, we’re gonna need the old Mom. The prudish Mom. The fully CLOTHED Mom. Especially whenever you’re around Christine. You are going to the ga, right? I assu that’s why you and Aunt Suzy are in on this eting thing."
"I wouldn’t miss it for the world, Son. For one, it’ll be a treat to watch my two daughters shake their sexy booties." She smiled benevolently in Katherine’s direction. "I’m sure I’m gonna get extrely hot and bothered just looking at the whole cheerleading squad and all the while knowing that you’re boning every single one of them. Angel, maybe you could borrow so extra uniforms after the ga and we could have our own little cocksucking, bisexual sex squad here at ho!"
"Okay!" Katherine enthused.
Alan was about to complain to Susan that such thoughts were way out of line for the "old Susan" he wanted at the ga.
But before he could, Susan’s mood suddenly changed. Her eyes narrowed and her voice beca strong and nacing. "But also, I’m not just gonna sit at ho and fret, not with all those nasty football players on the loose. If they harm ONE HAIR on your head, or Angel’s head, or Amy’s head, there will be hell to pay."
When Susan said "there will be hell to pay," the happy-go-lucky soccer mom smile was suddenly wiped off her face. She looked more like a hardened rcenary killer. But when she stopped speaking she was all smiles again.
Alan thought of movie superheroes when they grimly said tag lines like, "Hasta la vista, baby," just before killing sobody. He grinned and thought, Man, I almost feel sorry for Ryan and his gang. They don’t even know what kind of can of whoop ass they’ve opened up. He ntally snickered.
Then he said, "Mom, that’s great, but what about being low profile? Can you do that? Heather’s super suspicious about the whole incest thing. She may try to lay so kind of trap. That goes for you too, Sis. And I don’t think Christine is suspicious yet, but if she ever is, she’ll be like the ultimate bloodhound from hell. You need to be extra hyper vigilant around her; I can’t emphasize that enough. If you so much as look at longingly when she’s around..."
Susan just smiled. "Don’t worry, Son. I did all right when Glory ca over yesterday, didn’t I?"
"Weeeeeellll, kind of," he replied, not feeling too confident about that. Glory already knew of the incest, but it had been a very good thing that Susan had managed not to rub it in Glory’s face with blatant reminders. But he rembered so close calls they couldn’t afford to have around Christine. After all, Glory already knew everything and it was just a matter of being sensitive to her feelings as she slowly adjusted to that knowledge. But if Christine found out about the incest, he was sure all hell would break loose.
He looked back and forth between Susan and Katherine. Susan’s apron didn’t cover anything to begin with, but even its shoulder straps were slowly sliding off her shoulders. Katherine was wearing a robe, but she might as well have not been, since it was completely open in the front. She was eating her pancakes but sohow making it look like she was practicing giving a blowjob.
He had a raging hard-on and was wondering why he’d been so reluctant to climax ever since getting back from the walk. It was too late to rectify that now since there was too much to do before the eting started. Oh man, what am I getting myself into? he thought. Why do we even need this stupid eting, anyways?
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