"We should finish up," Mark said with Heather's voice as the two shop attendants bagged up their purchases. Mark smirked and wiped a little bit of Heather's cum off one's face. "Lick it," The clone in the attendant eagerly obliged, cleaning off Heather's finger.
"Yeah. Mom and Tim might be missing us." Claire responded distractedly as she scowled at the old clothes she was once more wearing. As soon as they got home she'd put the nerd stuff in the closet forever and only use the new stuff that she bought with Mark. "We need to work faster on that guy. I wanna burn these old clothes."
"I don't know. It might be nice to keep him around. I enjoy the challenge, the thrill of sneaking around." Mark replied, picking up one of the bags as his clone picked up the other one. "Usually I'd just put a clone in the guy or get rid of him but without that option, I feel more... alive. Besides, he might get into one of the big colleges he's been wanting to go to and we can get rid of him that way. Only need to trick him when he comes back for family reunions."
"Whatever you say, Boss. How about some Eye surgery?" Claire rolled her eyes and the two exited the last store for the day. The two attendants shivered as Mark recalled his clones. "Any chance for some ice cream too?"
" We might have to wait a few days and have "mom" make arrangements for Lasik if I still feel like going that route, but we could get you some contacts for now. But I do like the glasses. The Nerd aesthetic is great for some roleplay." Mark started. "And no ice cream. I want to get that baby fat off of Claire, not add more to it.
"Contacts? Alright then. Whatever you say, Big Sis." Claire said cutely and the clone in her skipped towards the contacts and glasses center. "I wonder how 'Mom' is doing with Tim."
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In Timothy Gately's view, the last few days were more than a little strange.
Aside from getting back together with Tracy, he had felt the presence of a ghost of some kind inside of his mom that tried to possess him. He didn't think he'd ever feel that feeling again after... Jezzer.
But it was more than that. When he had confronted whoever it was inside mom, her eyes had been the same. It was possible they just had the same eye color, but if it had been someone other than Jezzer, then it was also possible that they had used some other form of possession. It seemed like he scared them off, however, as he hadn't seen his mom acting weirdly again. Heather was her usual self, and Claire was Claire.
Still, was possession more common than he thought it was? How many more creeps were out there with such awesome power?
"Look Tim. The girls posted a pic!" His mother drew him out of his reverie. He had been carrying her bags with a machine-like focus, barely paying attention to anything else except following his mom.
He could think about all that stuff another time. After all, if possession was common he'd have faced more creeps. The guy was probably gone anyway. Tim almost smiled as he remembered how he had intimidated him out of his mother.
He took a look at the phone his mom was showing him, its screen alive with an Instagram post from Heather. Claire looked... cute. She was definitely growing up. Tim took a breath and saw that she had mistakenly not zipped up enough of her hoodie, showing off part of her newly purchased bra. He took a quick look at his mother and could definitely see that Claire had gotten more of her gifts than Heather had.
"What's wrong sweety?" Rebecca asked, concerned with the expression on Tim's face.
Tim stayed silently for a moment as Rebecca placed her phone in her purse, although not after liking and commenting something on the post.
"Nah... It's nothing, mom."
His mother's face shifted to concern next. "Are you sure, honey? Has it got something to do with Claire?"
Tim sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. "How'd you know?"
"A mother knows, Tim." There was a caring smile on her face... Although Tim could almost see a smirk on the corner of her lips. "Do you... feel anything about her?"
Tim raised an eyebrow at the strange wording of the question but answered nonetheless. "I don't know. It's just that... she never met Dad, you know?" Tim said slowly.
It was Rebecca's turn to raise her eyebrow. "What does that mean?"
"It means... I've always been the man of the house after Claire was born. I've gotten into a fight or two when I heard some things some of the guys said about you or Heather and I never expected to see Claire at the point where she might get the same treatment."
Rebecca uncharacteristically smirked upon hearing that guys were creeping on her and her eldest daughter but she schooled her expression quickly.
"I know, honey. I'm sorry you had to feel like you had to grow up so fast. If it's any consolation, I'll always think of all three of you as my babies. I'm a mom though, so you might have to accept that your baby sister isn't just a baby anymore." there was a glint in his mother's eyes now. "You're gonna have to start thinking of her... differently... soon."
Tim frowned, not sure exactly what his mother was getting at. "Like I think of Heather you mean?"
Rebecca pursed her lips and continued on walking with him beside her. "Maybe... Although I was thinking more in terms of her being her own woman."
"Right. Sure." Tim said, still thinking about that. Could he really discard years of treating Claire as his baby sister?
"Here we are, the last shop." Tim's arms ached at the mention of more shopping, already loaded with several bags with products ranging from food, toiletries, and stationary. When he realized what store they were standing in front of, he developed a light blush on his cheeks.
"I'll wait outside." Before he could turn around and find a bench nearby, his mom took a firm grip on one of his arms and dragged him in with her. "Nonsense! You can carry my stuff, Tim. A woman should always take advantage of a strong growing boy she has for a son."
Tim blushed as his mother dragged him around the store, picking up different pairs of lingerie and draping them over her clothed body before turning to him.
"What do you think Tim?"
"I don't know, Mom." He said that last word louder than his normal speaking voice, dragging it out a bit to make sure the women around the store giving him looks knew the situation. He hoped no one confronted him or called him a pervert. He didn't want to ask why she was buying it, he trusted his mom enough to know she wouldn't date a deadbeat or that she was probably just buying it to make herself feel better.
His mother seemed to almost revel as he squirmed in discomfort. Was it just a parent thing to want to embarrass your child? He was already holding a shopping basket with a decent selection of his mother's choices.
"Well, I think that's all I need. Come on, let's head to the fitting room, Tim." Before he could complain, she dragged him to the row of curtained-off rooms.
"Mom stop." He whispered to her. "I can't go in there."
She seemed almost intent on pushing but saw an attendant looking at them funnily. "I know that. Just wait outside the changing rooms."
"I'll just head outsid-" "No way Tim, you're staying in the store. I don't want them to accuse you of shoplifting or anything."
Tim only gaped at her open-mouthed as she shut the curtain in front of him. His face was red, he was sure. Tim wasn't dumb enough to just stare back at the other customers so he just closed his eyes. He heard a few whispers but tried his best to shut them out.
He heard the curtain draw back and he turned to face his mother. "What do you think Tim?"
As he opened his eyes, he almost choked on his saliva out of shock as he got an eyeful of his mother's breasts on almost full display, only a lacy blue set of lingerie blocking his view. "MOM!" He blurted out.
More than a few of the young women in the store looked over his way as he shut his eyes. He noticed one older woman just laughed, though. Yeah it was a mom thing to embarrass your kid, wasn't it?
"Tim, just tell me what you honestly think of each piece, and we get to finish faster." his mother said in a sing-song voice.
Reluctantly, he answered. "It looks... nice."
As the curtain shut and opened several more times, Tim got more and more of a show as his mother showed him her new purchases.
"Mom this is really starting to get-"
"Shhh. What do you think of this red one?"
"It looks nice too, Mom." Tim took a quick look and then looked down at the floor. Fuck, he could feel the
After a few minutes of the same, Tim had said maybe a dozen variations of "It looks nice", his mother finally changed back into her normal outfit and dragged Tim to the cashier. He got more than a few dirty looks from the other women in the store, so he just looked down at the floor and tried to shove the embarrassment down.
As the cashier rang them up, he let out a sigh of relief as they finally left the store.
"Well let's meet up with your sisters," Rebecca said, almost amusedly. That was not a shopping trip he enjoyed, although it wasn't like he actually liked shopping at all.
"Let's get some lunch as a family and then head home." She said, as if the idea just popped into her head.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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