The Protagonist System
362 Intermission Dinner and Dancing

I knocked on Sarah's door and waited. After lunch, we had gone our separate ways and I was sure she had rushed home to get ready as soon as the end of school bell rang. Of course, I totally went overboard and changed my clothes into a full tuxedo, taking her 'not casual' comment to the extreme, just to see the look on her mom's face and hopefully make her laugh.

The door opened and an older woman wearing a nice blue cocktail dress stood there, her mouth hung open, and she stared at me as if she was trying to figure out if I was real or not. My own eyes dropped to her modest cleavage and then to her hips, which were a nice width, proving she had given birth at least once in her lifetime.

“I hope I'm not too early?” I asked and handed her a huge bouquet of wildflowers that she tucked into the crook of her arm, which seemed like a well practised move, and I handed her a bottle of wine, too.

She barely glanced at the wine and tried to smile at me, then her eyes widened and she looked back at the wine bottle with clear disbelief on her face. One of the benefits of jumping through time periods as well as worlds was that the things I bought could be more valuable or even worthless, depending on where I went next.

That particular bottle I had purchased back in the Incredibles Universe. Since that time period was set in the 1960s, the bottle had been a nice vintage then. Now? Ooo, baby. There was a reason Olga liked visiting my mom to share a drink whenever she visited the United States. The funny part about that was my mom didn't care one whit about how old the wine was, just that it tasted great, which it did.

“You look ravishing, by the way.” I said and she made some kind of sound in her throat, almost a whine, and I barely stopped myself from making a pun about that. “Is Sarah ready? I can come back later if she needs more time.”

A second later, her dainty hand grabbed mine and yanked me inside and slammed the door shut. She held onto me as she gave me a very particular look, as if she was wondering if the caramel center inside the ice cream was worth chewing through the outer layer or if she should dig it out to eat it first.

“I thought I heard the door?” Sarah asked as she walked down the stairs in red stripper heels, like an expert. They really showed off her calves to full effect, too. She wore a very short black skirt, a red sleeveless top that looked like silk, and a strapless bra that the outline could be easily seen through the thin cloth. She blushed when she saw me in full formal attire. “M-Mark, what... what...”

“Hey, I was meeting your mom. I had to go all out.” I said, completely seriously, and they both made that whine sound. Was it genetic or learned?

Sarah's mom gave her a commanding look before she nodded to me and held out our clasped hands. Sarah took the obvious hint and walked over to me, took my hand from her mother, and led me into the dining room. It was done up a little, in an imitation of a fancy restaurant, and I held out her chair for her with my free hand.

Sarah smiled at me and sat, gave my hand a sad look, and reluctantly let it go. She knew I couldn't sit on her other side if she kept it, so I leaned down to kiss her cheek and walked around her seat to sit beside her. I put my other arm around her back and she leaned in against me briefly.

Her mother came into the room and carefully carried in a large serving tray with two platters of food on it. I tried to protest and offered to help her as I stood, only for both her and her daughter to refuse and tell me to sit down again. I was a guest and wasn't allowed to help, even if I thought they needed it.

I sat back down with a loud sigh and her mother put the tray down, beamed a smile at me, and transferred the platters to the center of the table. I didn't ask where Sarah's father was, because I wasn't an idiot. A light probe of her mother's thoughts told me everything I needed to know about the deadbeat.

Why did so many men feel the need to be assholes to the women in their lives in this world? Maybe there was something in the air that mixed with the chemicals in the water that the GDA dosed everyone with? It was a good theory as any, I supposed.

As it was, I had a hot milf feeding me a wonderful meal, a hot girl at my side encouraging me to talk, and an entire evening to figure out what I was going to do with all that information.

*

Sarah laid on her mother's bed and languished in the aftershocks of a wonderful multiple orgasm. It took her a few minutes to come down from such a great natural high and she turned her head to the side and watched as the nicest guy in school fucked her mother into a similar state that he had given to her.

She didn't wonder why she wasn't jealous, because she had never felt more cared for in her life. He had pampered her, made her feel valued and loved, then he railed her into the mattress at her own mother's enthusiastic encouragement.

Why? Because she had watched Mark treat her daughter with respect, despite her reputation, and she wanted Sarah to experience both ways, which were equally fun when applied properly. Sarah could do nothing but agree as her mother received a similar and yet different treatment. It made her a little more accepting of things, knowing he wasn't exchanging one woman for another, as if they were the same.

Also, Mark really knew how to use his body to make them feel really really good. Sarah had thought him going down on her had been a wonderful experience. Going all the way with him was head and shoulders better, in her opinion, because she had all of him and he had all of her. Out of the several guys she had been with, none of them could compare to what she had just gone through.

If her mother could talk between her yells of pleasure, Sarah was sure that she would agree with her. A loud and very lewd moan and her mother's eyes rolling into the back of her head, let Sarah know she really was going through what she just had. Or was that a while ago? It was kind of hard to tell time when your brain was kind of floating around inside your head and trying to make sense of things.

Mark pulled out of her mother, tied off the condom, and tossed it into the trash can in the corner of the room. “Hey, are you ready for round four?”

Sarah lazily blinked her eyes at him. “F-four? Isn't this our second time?”

Mark chuckled and slipped another condom on and climbed on top of her. “I am totally going to tease you about this in the morning.”

Sarah opened her mouth to ask him what he meant, then he pushed his way inside of her once more and her lewd moan echoed off the walls. She forgot what she was going to say and pulled her fantastic lover down into a passionate kiss. Whatever it was couldn't have been important if she forgot about it so quickly.

*

Olivia opened her eyes and felt both horrible and better than she ever had in her life. Her body ached in places she didn't know she had places, as if she had been through the most intensive workout ever devised, then she remembered what happened the night before after she had two glasses of a bottle of wine that could have been used as a down payment for her house.

She hadn't minded sharing such a precious thing with her daughter, since she was almost 18 and about to graduate. What she hadn't expected was to pretty much throw herself on top of the most beautiful manhood that her daughter had intentionally revealed to her.

Why did her slutty daughter have to do that, anyway? To show off something she herself hadn't had in years? Well, she showed her. She took that dick like a champion! No prep work was needed, either. She had been drenched down there since the handsome young man had handed her the flowers and wine and not given them to her daughter.

It was a bit selfish to think Mark was courting her instead and the bit of mental gymnastics had put her in a great mood for the entire meal, which he praised her for. It was just slightly better than her normal fare of food and he claimed it was delicious, which really had her motor running at being complimented over something so simple.

Was she so starved for praise and attention that she would hop in bed with anyone that paid her a genuine compliment? No, she wasn't that easy. How did they end up in bed again? Oh, right. Her slutty daughter pretended to drop her fork and whipped his cock out and sucked him off right there at the dinner table. As if she could ever ignore something like that!

“Good morning.” Mark whispered and she shivered with pleasure. He had whispered so many dirty and sexy things in her ear the night before that he only had to use the same tone and she came again.

She turned her head to return the greeting and his lips met hers and she lost herself in the feeling, then he was inside of her again and she mewled and squirmed under him as he gently took her again. The slight regret she was feeling was washed away as another orgasm overtook her and she promised herself that she was never going to regret jumping him as soon as she had the chance.

She was sure she lost some time somewhere, because she kind of came back to her senses as a tray of great smelling breakfast was put on her lap. Her soreness was a lot less than it was, too. How was that possible? She had no idea. In her experience, too much sex in so short a time was painful, especially after those great feelings faded and you realized you really abused your body past what it could handle.

“Should you call in sick this morning?” Mark asked her.

“I should.” She responded and glanced at her unconscious daughter. “For both of us.”

Mark smiled and nodded, leaned in and gave her a tender kiss, and stood up. “When she wakes up, tell her I'll call you later.”

She couldn't help but chuckle at the reminder of the joke he had made the night before about her waiting by the phone for him to call and not her daughter. “I'm sure she'll appreciate it.”

“As much as you do?” Mark asked and she blushed. “I need to go.”

She nodded and he walked over to the bedroom door. “Mark.”

He stopped with his hand on the door handle and looked back at her.

“Don't be a stranger.” She said, a bit pointedly. She tried to convey her feelings about abandonment and that her daughter deserved something better than to be used and tossed aside like she was.

Mark walked back over to her and gave her a warm smile that made her blush even more. “You don't need to worry about that, Olivia. I don't intend to hurt either of you.”

She looked into his eyes and wanted to believe him. She really did.

Mark leaned back down and gave her another tender kiss. One hand caressed her cheek and the other hand pet her hair, which was something she didn't realize she enjoyed. Was it because it physically showed that he cared about her? She couldn't say.

What she could say was that her heart sped up and almost thundered in her ears when he broke the kiss and gave her the same warm smile that had her blushing like a virgin. He didn't say anything else and left the room with barely a sound.

After that little encounter, Olivia no longer wondered if she would ever see the handsome young man again. She rolled over and tried to go back to sleep, only to sigh as it evaded her. After a few minutes, she climbed out of bed, gave her still unconscious daughter a jealous look, and went to the bathroom to do her business.

She dressed in day-old clothes instead of showering, after deciding this was going to be a lazy day, and used the telephone to call her work to book off and the school to tell them Sarah wasn't feeling well and would be staying home for the day.

With those important things out of the way, she went to the kitchen, made breakfast for herself and Sarah, put her daughter's aside, and went to the living room to recline on the couch. Her eyes barely looked at the television as she ate and her mind went over what happened last night and this morning.

The pleasant soreness she felt would be a constant reminder as well, not that she needed it. It had been an incredibly unforgettable experience and she couldn't wait for it to happen again. At least, she hoped it would happen again. His words implied that it would. That did make her wonder if he meant with the two of them at the same time again or would he try seeing them separately and at different times.

Which would she prefer? Alone, obviously. She didn't want to compete with her daughter for his attention, after all. Last night had been wonderful, and he had taken turns instead of trying to include each other in bedding the other one, which had been a relief, honestly. She didn't want to molest her daughter, no matter how out of her mind had been with pleasure.

There were some lines that she refused to cross and that was one of them. No incest. Being in the same bed had been very close to crossing that line, too. At least her daughter had enough of her faculties to not try to kiss her or grabbed her breasts. It would have soured the mood enough to make her rethink her life choices if her daughter had kissed her like a lover.

She finished eating and went back to her bedroom to see Sarah was curled up under the blanket and her loud snore made her chuckle. That meant she was finally getting actual sleep and wasn't knocked out, so she was going to be a while before she woke up. She went back to the kitchen, wrapped up the food she made, and put it in the fridge.

She gave the wine bottle a look, shrugged, and poured out half a glass. It was too delicious... and expensive... to gulp it down. She went back to the living room and used a throw pillow as a backrest and tucked herself into the corner of the couch and relaxed.

A smile started to form on her face as the slowly sipped wine gave her a tiny buzz. She had to patiently wait for her daughter to wake up before she could tell her what Mark said and she couldn't help herself but feel giddy at what expression Sarah could have on her face.

Who would ever expect a one night stand would want to stick around? Olivia asked herself and finished off the wine in her hand. She looked at the wine glass, at the kitchen entrance, and chose to not indulge herself with more wine that she didn't really need right then.

In her mind, she needed to save the rest of that liquid courage to help her accept that a younger man actually wanted her. He had also ruined her for any other man and he would be coming back for more, so she definitely needed to save the rest for the next time Mark came over to the house.

*

Mark stepped out of the alleyway and walked back to his house, used the key to unlock the front door, and walked inside. “Mom! I'm just stopping in to shower and change for school!”

There was a loud shriek from the kitchen and the sound of several pots and pans falling onto the floor. Mark tried to not smile at his mom being caught at something and stayed standing by he door to wait. After a minute, a severely blushing Debbie came out of the kitchen with a grinning Atlas standing behind her.

“M-Mark, th-this is Atlas.” Debbie said, clearly nervous.

Mark glared over his mother's shoulder at the tall man behind her. “What are you doing here?”

“Your mom.” Atlas said without hesitation.

“Greg!” Debbie gasped and then looked really embarrassed. “I'm sorry! I didn't mean to give away your secret identity.”

“It's all right, Deb.” Atlas said and put his arms around her, then kissed the top of her head. “I work for Mark, remember? He knows all about me.”

Debbie shook her head. “No, you trusted me with your real name and I broke that trust right away.”

Atlas chuckled and turned her around. “No, you don't get to beat yourself up over a misunderstanding.” He said and grinned at Mark, then he leaned down and gave Debbie a passionate kiss.

“Hey!” Mark exclaimed.

Atlas broke the kiss. “It's all right. We're going to be seeing a lot of each other from now on, so you need to get used to having me around.” He said and looked down at Debbie. “You both do.”

Debbie blushed and nodded, gave Mark an apologetic look, and pulled Atlas back down to give him another kiss. “Be careful out there.”

Altas smiled warmly. “Now that I have a reason to be, I will.”

Mark almost growled at him as the costumed hero walked by him.

“Relax, Mark. I won't do anything you wouldn't do.” Atlas promised and patted his shoulder.

Mark opened his mouth to argue, then sighed. “Fuck, I can't even argue against that.”

“Mark!” Debbie gasped.

“Sorry, mom. When he's right, he's right.” Mark said and looked back at the hero when he opened the front door. “As long as I don't see it, I can't complain about it.”

Atlas gave him a thumbs-up gesture, blew a kiss to Debbie, and flew off into the sky.

“Mark, I... I didn't expect you to come back this early.” Debbie said, her voice low.

Mark closed the front door and sighed. “No, he's right. Like I said, I can't complain about it. He's making you happy in a way I couldn't. I can't... no, I won't hold that against him.”

Debbie walked over to him and pulled him into a hug. “Thank you for being so understanding.”

Mark hugged her back and let her go. “After the night I had, I'd be a huge hypocrite if I didn't.”

Debbie smirked knowingly at him. “Sarah liked your attempt at overdressing?”

“So did her mom.” Mark said and told her about the woman's reaction when she opened the door.

Debbie chuckled and led him inside and up the stairs. She asked him to keep talking as he showered and he went through the meal and their conversations, then how Sarah took matters in hand and brought him to bed. He didn't go into details, like her mom also being there.

“I'm glad you had fun.” Debbie said when he came out dressed in his school clothes and carrying his backpack. “Try to not make the other girls jealous when they find out about your fancy date.”

“Oh, you don't have to worry about that. Sarah called off sick today.” Mark said and kissed her cheek. “I've got a day or so of reprieve before the glares and jealous looks start up again.”

Debbie chuckled and followed him back downstairs. “Do you have the money for lunch?”

“I got it.” Mark said and opened the door. “Maybe you should call off for the day, too?”

Debbie gave him a smile. “I think I will.” She said and put a hand on the door. “I'll see you after work for supper.”

Mark nodded and slung the backpack over his shoulder and walked away. He had plenty of time to get to school and didn't need to use his normal shortcut of stepping to a nearby alleyway. Nothing happened along the way and he entered the school with a smile on his face.