The Chaperone Blues

by Lubrican

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Chapter Five

Lori couldn't believe it when she saw her mother follow Coach into the bathroom. Bobby gasped as well. Both of them had seen their mother's hand being placed on what was obviously Coach's hard dick. And both had seen her hand squeeze that lump. And then there had been the kiss and some whispering. Bobby, who had always had a letch for his mother anyway, felt his prick harden. Lori was thinking about the fact that there was a man touching her mother the way Bobby touched her.

But the reality of what Claire had said to them both barged through those emotions.

"Oh, Bobby, she knows!” moaned Lori. "We have to get out of here."

"Where to, Lori? Where are we going to go?" asked Bobby.

"I don't know, but I love you, Bobby and I'm not going to stop what we do."

"We can't just run away," complained Bobby. "And why did she go in there with him? If she was really pissed off at us, she'd still be here screaming...wouldn't she?"

That got Lori's attention. She was the more grounded of the two, despite the fact that she had seduced her brother without actually setting out to do so. Bobby was right. Their mother had basically announced that she knew they were having sex, and had then gone into the bathroom with the coach. What did that mean? Bobby spoke and broke her concentration.

"What do you think she's going to say to us, Lori?" asked Bobby. "You think she'll come out of there and say, ‘Well, kids, I saw you fucking and it looked really hot, so fuck all you want.’"

"Of course not," said Lori. "But maybe we can explain it to know, how we feel."

"Maybe you were right the first time. Maybe we should make ourselves scarce," advised Bobby. "Hurry, we can't have much longer."

"Mom's been in there for a long time," said Lori. "What can they be doing in there?"

"I don't know," said Bobby. "Come on...get dressed...HURRY, LORI!"

The kids were dressed for the day. Lori was standing by the door, her hand on the handle, looking over her shoulder at Bobby, who was throwing things in his carryall. Lori said, "Now who's holding us up? Hurry UP, Bobby!" as the bathroom door was thrown open and their mother charged into the room.

"What's the big rush?" Claire asked much more calmly than she felt. Lori's face registered shock. Claire's eyes went to the bag in Lori’s hand and the bag Bobby was stuffing full. "The game's not until one."

Neither teen could think of anything to say. It didn't matter. Their actions said it for them anyway.

Claire blanched as she realized her children had been planning to run. Her heart seized as she thought of what that would have been like. They had no idea what it took to stay stay healthy. She was deeply disappointed that they assumed she didn't love them, or wouldn't try to understand...or was incapable of understanding. It flitted through her mind that she DIDN'T understand, but she still loved her children more than anything else in the world. The thought of losing them made her stomach hurt.

"Did you think if you ran away that all your problems would go away?" she asked heavily. "Are you really that stupid?" Claire pointed to a chair. "Sit down."

Chuck exited the bathroom and came up behind Claire. He touched her elbow, but she jerked away from him.

"Chuck, would you mind if I had a few minutes alone with my children?"

"Sure, Claire. I'll go make sure everybody's up and ready for breakfast," he said.

Lori had still not moved. Her hand was still on the doorknob when Chuck got there. She looked at him, fear in her eyes. He winked and then grabbed her shoulders, moving her to the chair Claire had pointed to. A little pressure on her shoulders made her sit. He opened the door and said, "I'll be back in fifteen minutes to take you to breakfast."

Claire wanted to sit down, but knew she needed the tactical advantage of being higher than the children. Skills she had learned in the business world were habit now and she didn't even think about them. "Sit down, Bobby," she said.

"Mom…" he started, but she held up her hand.

"Don't make me yell at you, Bobby. I don't want to yell. Just sit down and let's talk about this."

Bobby turned and sat on the coffee table his bag was laying on. No one said anything for a few seconds. Claire tried to think of what she wanted to talk about, but her emotions were still roiling from the shower.

"How long has this been going on?" she asked.

At least the children didn't try to lie about it. Lori said, "Three months."

Claire was lost. How did you talk to your children about something like this? "I don't understand," she said. "I want to understand, but I don't know how to do that."

Lori spoke again. "Mom, I love Bobby."

"Of course you do, he's your brother," said Claire.

"No, I mean I LOVE him , Mom," said Lori. "I don't want to be with other boys. I don't want to have a boyfriend. I LOVE him, Mom."

Claire's head swiveled to Bobby, who was sitting up straight.

"I feel the same way," he said.

Claire tried to lighten the mood. "Well, I'm happy that you don't want a boyfriend too, at least."

Neither teen smiled.

"Sorry," said Claire. "I'm a little nervous. In the last twelve hours a lot has changed for me and I'm not at all used to those changes." She shook her head. "But one thing needs to be clearly understood. We are a family. And if we have some problems, then we'll work on them as a family. Running away won't do anybody any good and it would have just killed me if something would have happened to you two. So the first thing you have to do is promise me you won't run away."

Both Bobby and Lori had expected shouting...maybe threats. Bobby had even felt there was a chance that their mother would throw them out. But her behavior, if not a polar opposite, wasn't anywhere near what they had expected. And exacting that promise from them actually made them feel better about things. With that off the table, they didn't have to think about it and all it would entail.

Bobby looked at Lori. There was yearning in her eyes. She nodded.

"OK, we promise," said Bobby for them both.

Claire felt relief herself. "Now, the second thing I want you to understand is that you're my babies and I love you." She saw the reaction in the faces of her children. "Come know what I mean. I know you're not babies, but you used to be, and every mother thinks like that. The important thing is that I love you both. I don't understand what you've done, but that doesn't matter. I love you."

One of the things Claire had learned about personnel problems was that, during a counseling session, it was usually valuable to find out what questions the employee being evaluated had. Sometimes they brought things up themselves that the boss wanted to talk about anyway.

"What questions do you two have about all this?" she asked. As she thought about that she decided that had been a stupid thing to say.

"Are you going to make us stop?" asked Lori.

Maybe it wasn't so stupid after all.

"I don't know," said Claire. "I have to think about that."

Both youths were shaken by her answer. They had expected a very quick effort by their mother to forbid them to do anything ever again and both were prepared to fight for their love. Now, though, her answer didn't require a fight and their thoughts fragmented as they tried to adjust.

Claire thought about what Chuck had said. "You probably wouldn't stop if I told you to," she said. "And I can't make you fall out of love." She frowned. "But what you're doing is dangerous and you need to understand that. It's dangerous because Lori could get pregnant. It's dangerous because society says it's taboo, and if anyone found out there would be a scandal. Chuck already knows, but I don't think he'll make a fuss about it. That's not true of others, though."

"Coach knows?" Lori's voice rose to a soprano whine.

"You two made enough noise last night that I wouldn't be surprised if the people in the room next door know about it," sighed Claire. Bobby rocked backwards and Claire held up her hand. "It wasn't that bad. I was exaggerating, but you were a lot louder than you thought you were. Both nights."

Lori blushed. "You heard us...both nights?"

"It's not all that dark in the room, dear. I saw you too."

"When you got up and went to the bathroom?" asked Lori.

Claire nodded.

Lori turned to her brother and hissed, "I TOLD you so, Bobby. You should have LISTENED to me."

"Stop!" said Claire firmly. "Fighting between yourselves won't solve anything either." She asked something she'd been curious about, but didn't want to ask sooner. "How did this happen?" she asked. "I mean how did it get started?"

Lori looked at Bobby, but he shrugged, as if to say "Don't ask me." She glared at her brother when it became obvious she would have to answer that question.

"Well, we were cooking one day. We were making pies and cookies and cake."

Claire remembered that day. She'd come home to find the kitchen completely trashed, a whole pan of cookies burnt to a crisp, and her children giddy with laughter. They'd been so happy she couldn't be angry with them for failing to clean up. And, they had worked willingly and happily together to straighten things out. She nodded so that Lori would go on.

"And we started teasing each other," said Lori. She darted a look at Bobby. "And the teasing got kind of excited and we got kind of excited and things got kind of complicated and it just happened."

Lori looked at her mother to see if such a vague description was going to fly. Claire's eyes were unfocused. She was thinking about how well that description could be used for what had just happened in the bathroom. Then she thought about what had happened in the bathroom and how wild and spontaneous it had been.

Bobby spoke. "We didn't actually intend for anything to happen. But I got so excited I couldn't control myself and Lori couldn't make me stop." He had decided to take the blame. He'd always felt that he should be blamed for the initial incident. Her screams as her hymen was torn and her pussy cruelly stretched were permanently etched in his memory, regardless of how happy she was to welcome him between her legs now.

Lori waved a hand dismissively. "Don't pay any attention to him, Mom. He thinks he raped me, but it was actually the other way around. Once I had him in my hand I wouldn't let him leave without feeling it inside me." Her relief at finally being able to talk about her relationship with her brother was so strong that it freed her tongue a little too much.

Claire was, in fact, a little shocked that Lori could talk about that so lightly. It made her a little suspicious. "So, are you two sexually active with anyone other than each other?"

Both children shook their heads immediately, and together. Their response was too immediate to be false...unless they had practiced it.

Claire looked at Bobby. "And what have you done to protect her, Bobby?"

He looked uncomfortable. "Well, we use condoms most of the time." Lori snorted. He glared at her. "OK, sometimes."

Claire finally decided she could sit down. She chose the bed. It still gave her a tiny height advantage.

"I have three friends at work who use condoms for birth control," she said. "They're all pregnant."

Both teen's heads jerked towards each other at that comment.

"Yeah, condoms are a lousy way to prevent pregnancies. They break, and leak, and have pinholes in them," said Claire, like it was a discussion about how to chop carrots.

"I didn't know that," said Bobby.

"Which is why you probably shouldn't be having sex. You need to learn about adult things before you do adult things," said Claire.

"We're not going to stop, Mom," Lori said firmly. Chuck had been right.

"Even if continuing gets you pregnant?" asked Claire.

"I love Bobby," Lori said stubbornly. "And if I get pregnant, I'll love our baby too."

"Well, now THERE'S a plan for the future," snorted Claire. "Look, kids, I love you both, and I'm NOT sorry I had you, but I probably had you too soon. And when your father left, I was too young to get a good job and we had to really struggle for a long time. I don't want you to have to go through that."

Lori looked at her mother thoughtfully. "Mom, if I got pregnant—from anybody—would you make me move out?"

Claire snorted again. "Of course not. That's the last thing I'd want you to do. I just told you it's hard to raise a baby. If you were married, then yes, you'd have to go live with your husband. But you can't marry Bobby. Nobody's going to allow that."

The door opened and Chuck walked in. "Time's up," he announced. "Ahhhh, I see there aren't any bloody corpses lying about, so I have to assume that things have been civilized. That's good, because I'm hungry and if there had been murder and mayhem the police would come and we'd have to all answer questions and I'd just starve to death." His attempt at a joke had been so long that he ended up panting a little. "Anybody hungry?"

While he didn't get the chuckles he hoped for, Chuck's intrusion wasn't a problem either. Everyone had had their say…to a point. All three Richardsons stood up and they went to breakfast

The day was spent chasing around a perplexing mix of emotions. Nothing had really been "decided." Lori and Bobby still didn't know what their mother was going to do about...them. And "them" was something that was so important to both of them that it affected their behavior. Lori didn't have quite the verve that she usually displayed when she cheered on the team. Bobby fumbled the ball twice and at halftime the team was behind by fourteen points.

Claire, watching the game, had a hard time paying attention to what was going on. Every time she looked at her son or daughter, all she could conjure up in her mind's eye was Bobby hunched over Lori, her legs spread in welcome, as he grunted in that special sexy way that meant he was filling her with his spunk. That, added on top of her own emotional turmoil—whenever she looked at Chuck her stomach did flip-flops—began to rob her of the joy she usually experienced when she saw her children doing what they loved to do.

In short, her life...and the lives of her children...had been knocked topsy-turvy.

As sometimes happens to adults in that situation, usually when they aren't at all ready for it, her mind began to question some things she thought WERE "decided." She had pretty well become resigned to the fact that there was no man in her life. In fact, she realized, she had unconsciously kept men at bay, feeling that she didn't need a man in her life any more. Now, after what had happened in the shower, and the feeling in her stomach when she looked at Chuck, Claire's decision that men weren't worth the effort it took to have a serious relationship had taken a few hits. Then there was the whole incest thing with her kids. Incest was wrong. Everybody said so. It ruined the families that were involved in it...didn't it?

But her children were obviously happy, and normal in every other way she could think of. They got good grades, were reasonably popular, and seemed well adjusted when compared to other brothers and sisters she saw together. Nothing had happened in the three months they claimed to have been having this relationship that made anything look different at all to Claire. Was it actually possible for a brother and sister to love each other...that way...and for it to actually work out well?

So many of Claire's assumptions about her life were in question that she didn't even know HOW to think about them, much less WHAT to think about them.

Chuck nudged Claire and her head jerked as she realized she had been staring at the stats sheet in her lap for quite a while.

"Claire, I need you to pay attention," said Chuck gruffly. It was his "coach" voice. "I think I might be in love with you, but I need you to pay attention to the game," he said.

Claire's head jerked again in surprise. That was all she needed. He might be in LOVE with her?!

She ground her teeth in frustration, and blushed, but nodded tersely. "OK," she said.

Claire had the capacity to be single minded and she called on that talent now. Statistics were kept in two identical books. Volunteer students maintained them, but one of the volunteers had been unable to attend the contest, so Claire had offered to do that. She and the boy who had the other book were sitting side by side, and she leaned over to talk to him, catching up her sheet. Then she paid strict attention to the game, shoving her other thoughts away.

It was then that she was able to notice that Bobby wasn't playing well. She began watching him more closely and saw the frequent looks he shot to the sidelines...not at the coach...but at his sister...and at his mother. Knowing how roiled her own emotions were, she had no trouble identifying what was on Bobby's mind.

During a time out, when he ran over to huddle with the coaches, she pulled at his shoulder pads.

"You keep your mind on the game," she barked.

"I can't," he said.

"Bobby, honey," she said, her voice pleading. "We'll get through this...difficulty. We'll work on it as a family. But if you can't discipline yourself when things get difficult, how can we ever make this all work out? I love you. I'm not going to stop loving you. Lori obviously loves you too. But...that...can't be the only thing in your life, Bobby. You have other responsibilities."

"All I can think about is where I'll be sleeping tonight," Bobby said miserably.

Claire thought. Her questions about whether society was right or not boiled over in her mind. Who were strangers to tell her…and her wonderful children...what was right and wrong for them?

She made a decision she couldn't believe she was making. "Well, if you don't start paying attention to the game I may make you sleep with ME tonight. There are only two beds in the room. If you want to sleep in Lori's bed tonight you'd better get back in there and kick some ass!"

Unbeknownst to Claire, her "threat" to make her son sleep with her played to the overwhelming emotions that were surging through his body. Unbeknownst to Claire, she had suggested what evolution had primed men to believe: If you wanted the best women...the most fertile women...the most desirable had to be the alpha male in the group.

And, as far as Bobby was concerned, his mother and sister WERE the most desirable women in the group. The surge of adrenaline and testosterone in his system caused his muscles to swell and his mind to sharpen. He was primed for combat.

And it made a difference. The fourteen point advantage the other team was enjoying melted away in a mere three series. Claire felt a surge of excitement as she saw his play improve dramatically. At one point, when the defense was on the field, Claire saw Bobby run over to his sister and hold an animated discussion with her. Lori glanced at her mother and then back at Bobby and her level of participation in the game increased as well.

In the end, the team won by six points.

After the game the atmosphere was electric with excitement. They had advanced to the semifinals and, if things went well, were only two games away from claiming the trophy. All the kids were giddy, talking too loudly, full of energy, even though they'd just played a hard game.

Chuck called them all together. "OK," he started. "I know you all are excited, but this is the time discipline is needed." Claire saw Bobby look at her and grin. Chuck went on, his hands out, facing the group. "So even though right now you don't feel tired, and you want to party, you really need to think about getting some rest. We have a big game tomorrow and you need to be fresh and able to concentrate. We had a pretty miserable first half today. Let's not have that problem tomorrow. So after supper, get to your rooms and keep the socializing to a minimum. Watch TV or something and try to get some extra sleep."

There were groans of disappointment from both girls and boys. The boys had, at some level, done what Bobby had done—fight for their right to claim the woman of their choice. And the girls had watched, their own hormone levels elevating as they appreciated the strength and vitality of the potential mates their unconscious minds saw cavorting on the field.

Both Claire and Chuck recognized the sexual tension in the kids. It was easy. They felt the same tension themselves. At supper they ate alone together at a small table, letting the kids mingle and drift from table to table. Claire noticed that Bobby and Lori started at different tables, but ended up at the same one.

Chuck saw her looking at them. "So, have you decided what to do about them?" he asked.

She turned her gaze on him and felt her pussy tense up. "I haven't even decided what to do about YOU." She smiled a wan, tired smile.

"That's easy," he said confidently. "Just love me."

"I've only known you for a week," she said. The memory of their passion in the shower flooded through her and she flushed, heat suffusing her face. "You must think I'm a slut."

He put his spork down on the table as if it were fine silver, and then wiped the corner of his mouth with a paper napkin.

"Slut isn't a word I'd use with you," he said, his voice level. "I have standards. I wasn't actively looking for a woman to complicate my life," he said. "But if I had been, it certainly wouldn't have been a slut." He looked at her for a long, agonizingly silent moment. "I've been with two women in my life," he continued. "The first was a girl in high school. I don't just jump in bed with any woman I happen to share a motel room with."

"I don't understand you at all," said Claire, full of self doubt suddenly. "I'm divorced with two teenage children. I'm older than you. You're gorgeous, and unattached…you could have any woman you want!"

"Let me see," he said, leaning back in his chair. "What do I look for in a woman? Gosh...I don't really know," he said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "Well, I suppose I demand that she be beautiful. And intelligent would be nice. And, oh yes, she has to be susceptible to my charming know...lure her into a motel room with her two kids watching and then jump her bones while she's not looking." He smiled tightly. "You know, just the average woman. I wonder if I'll ever find her."

"Joking about this won't help," said Claire, her appetite suddenly gone.

"Claire," he said, and her stomach did flip flops at the way he said it. "What happened between us was fast, and furious, and unexpected for both of us. But I can't question how I feel about you. I know you're a careful woman, who has her own set of plans and dreams, and that I might not fit into those plans and dreams. But I also know plans and dreams have a way of changing. I'd like you to give me a chance. I think you'd really like me when you get to know me. I don't care about any age difference. I just care about the way I feel about you."

Claire felt her emotions roil again. "You probably just want to get in my pants again, you sliver"

"Desperately," he agreed. "Immediately if possible. I mean not here, in the restaurant...but maybe outside? In the bus? I can command the kids not to watch."

"There you go joking again," she complained.

"Who says I'm joking? I can't deny how I feel about you. What happened in the bathroom this morning was amazing. And it's even more amazing because I LIKE you too!"

Out of the corner of her eye Claire saw movement. She looked up to see Bobby approaching their table.

"Mom?" he said. "About what you said this afternoon. Are you really going to make me sleep in your bed tonight?” He didn't actually sound like he was upset at the idea.

Chuck's eyebrows rose. He was a man, and he knew what lust looked like in another man. Did Bobby lust after his mother too?!

Claire looked at Chuck helplessly. "I threatened to make him sleep with me if he didn't concentrate on the game," she explained.

"And you thought that was a threat? I'm amazed he didn't fumble the ball twice on purpose!" He looked at Bobby with a calculating eye. "Well, too bad, bucko," he said to Bobby. "You DID concentrate on the game, so you're stuck with your sister.” He looked startled that he'd said it out loud and turned red. "I's between you and your mother. Oh man, I'm going to go get something to drink. I think I just put my foot in my mouth."

Claire couldn't get her mind wrapped around the concept that her "threat" might have been perceived by Bobby the same way it might have been perceived by Chuck. She looked at her son, who was blushing, as if what Chuck had suggested was...true. To her, her threat had been to deny him a place next to Lori. But Chuck was suggesting that Bobby might have performed well BECAUSE the idea of sleeping with his mother was...exciting! With everything that had happened she didn't know what to think or how to feel about it all. She was astonished that the mere thought of "sleeping" with her son didn't disgust her at all. Her mind whirled with doubts and uncertainties.

"I think we need to finish our talk," she said, trying to dismiss the idea that her son might feel about her the same way he felt about his sister. "Why don't you go get Lori and let's go back to the room. Chuck can take care of the rest of them for a while."

Chuck was still embarrassed by his blurted statements in front of her son and nodded. "I think that's probably a very good idea."

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