The Conference

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The meeting is tonight and I have no idea how to get our kids back. She had talked with Hank and realized the evidence was stacked against them. Nothing to do now but hope for a miracle. We’re good parents who made a few stupid choices, hopefully they’ll see that somehow. It was late morning when Betty walked to the mailbox. She retrieved the parcels and turned to head back inside. A noise caught her attention; Adam stood beside their house, beckoning her closer.

“You said you’d play nice! What are you doing here?”
“I couldn’t help it. I figured we were both off today and I won’t be long.”
“I can’t deal with this today. My husband is inside and the neighbors are nosey! Just go home and I’ll be at work with you tomorrow, okay?”
Adam lifted her shirt to rub her pregnant tummy. “No, I think we’re going to do it right now.” He moved a hand higher, finding she had no bra on. He pinched her nipple, causing her to pull back and hold her breast.

He is just bored and wants to see me suffer. This has to stop. “Just… We need to find some place private, okay?”
“Fine, but you better hurry.” He patted his cargo shorts pocket. “Fruit is waiting for your butt.”

Betty huffed as she rubbed the bridge of her nose, thinking. Where is a secluded area that I can allow this pervert to stuff fruit up my ass without Hank finding out? She walked with him around the house and brought him into the detached garage. We use it for storage because it is so small. She closed the side door and slipped her pajama shorts low enough to give him a complete view of her ass. There are big, open windows on the garage door, but it’s better than being outside. Even if someone did walk by they would have to be right against the window to see what we are doing.

He spit on the miniature orange from his pocket. “Before you ask, I did wash them.”
Betty nodded as she spread herself. “Thank you.” He pressed it against her tight asshole and worked it back and forth. “I’m still healing from last night, please be gentle.” It hurt as expected, but at least the object wasn’t very large and it entered smoothly. “How many are there?”

“Only four.” He took out another and lubricated it, popping it in easily. Betty grunted as she continued to hold her cheeks apart. “Time for number three!” The boy giggled as he forcefully pushed the next one into her bowels. It pressed the others deeper, causing her to groan and step forward. He barely hesitated before the fourth item was parting her asshole. It’s bigger!

He pushed hard and watched her asshole gobble it up. “That was a just a lemon, calm down.” The one pushed the others aside, fitting them snugly in her rectum. Adam slid his shorts down just below his balls and shuffled behind her. Betty stopped him and turned to suck him for a moment before standing up and bending down. The anxious boy slipped his wet cock in between her legs. She reached back and directed him to her pussy.

He pushed until he was in completely. Betty groaned as his thrusts jostled the fruit inside her. She arose as he pounded her, pressing against the garage door. She gasped as she spied Hank approaching. Her mind raced as her husband tilted his head in confusion. “What are you doing?”

Her belly shook as the boy lightly fucked her; she kept her upper body mostly motionless as he did. She could hear reasonably well through the thin door. She tilted her head low to hide her face as she whispered for Adam to be quiet.

“Almost there.” Adam reassured her quietly.

Betty looked at Hank again. “I’m just looking for the tree trimmers.” She animatedly glanced to each side of the window, acting as if she was looking outside.
“They should be in there.” He started around the side to the walk-in door.
“No, wait,” she looked behind her, making sure to obscure the boy behind her. “I think I see them.”
Hank paused. “Want some help?”
The boy behind Betty whimpered as he unloaded into her. “No, I’ll be fine.” Pulses of his juice slowly filled her.
“Come on, you’re pregnant! I can’t make you do that.” Hank smiled, stepping around to come inside. Adam’s sticky shaft rubbed against her leg as he pulled out.

Betty shoved Adam toward a stack of bins in the corner. “Hide!” She whispered urgently.

Adam just got out of sight as Hank stepped through the door. “They’re right there! You’re just as spacey as you were with our other kids.” He pointed to the trimmers leaning against the back wall, right next to Adam’s hiding spot. His eyes cast to the floor. He misses them so much. He tore himself from the errant thought. “Why are you out here in your pajamas?” He questioned as he walked toward the tree pruners.

“Oh, you’re right.” She distracted him. “I want to do it, but I’ll get dressed first. It’s just a few twigs, nothing big, I promise.”
“Okay.” His eyes dropped as he turned. She looked down to see a large wet spot on her thin pajama shorts. “Are you? Isn’t it too soon for the baby?”
“Oh… It’s not that… I just- I just am excited to see you.” Adam’s sperm… and the four pieces of fruit in my ass might be making me a little wet too. “Want to fuck?”

“Out here?”
“Sure, it’s spontaneous!” She rubbed the growing bulge in his pants. She slipped her hand down the front and began stroking his cock. Hank grinned as he pulled her shorts down and unzipped his pants. She maneuvered his rod through the opening and pulled her hand free. His dick was nearly double the size of Adam’s. I’m so drained, but I have to so he will go back inside. She knew she was wet enough, so she lifted her leg and ushered him inside. It was a constant struggle to keep the fruit from plopping onto the floor.

Betty fought to hide her discomfort as she endured his member pressing into her. The fruit in her ass wouldn’t bother her so much if she had healed for a few days. The next encounter has to be the last. She spied the boy’s head peering around the bins. She locked eyes with him as Hank thrust inside. She was too sore to enjoy it and orgasm was nowhere close for her. She waited patiently, feigning interest as her husband fucked her. He held her leg up as he pressed her back against the garage door. There were audible thumps as he relentlessly pressed in and out. Minutes of discomfort passed before he finally reached completion. His seed mixed with the boy’s and after a moment he slid out, smiling from ear to ear.

She smiled, glad it was over. He kissed her and thanked her as he zipped up and went back inside. Adam stepped out as the coast was clear. “Man, you are such a slut. Maybe I should tell him he had sloppy seconds.”

“Adam, if I get caught then it will ruin my life.” She paused for effect, “I’m a pregnant mother who has two children that are forced to live with my sister. My husband only works every couple of months and I work a minimum wage job. If you get me caught then I will get fired, my kids will be taken away and I will get divorced. Do you really want that?”

“Why should I care? Do what I say and none of that will happen, bitch! See you tomorrow.” He left her, full and used. That little shit! Betty decided to go inside to remove the fruit. Luckily Hank had planted himself in the living room. She went to the bathroom and shakily removed the objects in her backside.

Jack found Jason by his locker. It has been a while since I’ve talked to him. I haven’t had enough time to play the games he brought me so I kind of lost interest. “Hey, are you still… with my mom?”
“Well, I didn’t yesterday because I was sick, but yeah. I think she just wants to… I mean, do you still want games? I mean, since I haven’t seen you for a couple of weeks I figured…”
“It’s okay, I was just wondering.” I need to end it.
“Oh, good. I think Adam is making her miserable, though.”
“Who is Adam?” Jason explained the predicament in his awkward way. How Adam would ruin their fun. How he bragged about forcing lemons into her butt while people were around.

Jack stormed away – too angry to listen anymore. He walked outside and tried to calm himself. The school day was finished and he knew the family conference was only a few hours away. He started home before he recalled Ashley’s favor. He walked to another entrance and noticed the older woman waiting on the nearby bench. “Irene?”

She looked up, puzzled. “Yes, who are you?”
“I’m a friend of Ashley’s.”
The woman smiled. She had a big nose, but her brown eyes were entrancing. Jack could also see that her body, while slender, still had an amazing form. I need to command her to have a better life, but I need to figure out what she wants first. He sat down, trying to put the situation with Adam to the back of his mind. “What would make you happy?”

He urged her to answer. Her smile faded as she thought. “Well, now that Ken is away for the foreseeable future… I have no job and I’m probably not going to find anything else since they caught us… I don’t know. I wanted kids until I focused on my career. Now I’m too old for both.”

Jack contemplated how to direct the woman. His mind kept returning to the thought of his mother having fruit forced up her ass by someone. That little prick! Jack had commanded her to accept that from Jason once, but this kid is going too far!Why the hell would she let him do it, anyway? His mind returned to the situation at hand. Irene needs a better life and I have to help her somehow.

Before I would have given her a baby myself, but I’m not going to be that selfish now. He had to avert his eyes from her long, muscular legs. He touched the command rod in his pocket. “What is your dream?”

She gently smiled. “Oh, well, I always wanted to be a photographer.”
“I command you to get a job you don’t mind and save up to buy a camera and then pursue your dream. Be more confident and find a good boyfriend that wants kids.” Jack felt good about helping someone. I need to be more responsible with this. I have a second chance now.

Jack’s thoughts derailed as he spied Jake and Ashley walking through the doorway accompanied by another girl. The boy slapped Ashley’s ass. She turned and held up her hands. “Not in public, Jake!”
The other girl laughed. “Well then you shouldn’t be shaking that fine ass in front of him!” She kept her volume down, but Jack and probably a couple of other kids in the close vicinity heard.

“Fuck me!” Jack mumbled a few swear words as he marched toward the group. Ashley demanded that they stop. Jake turned right as Jack punched him in the kidney. The older boy took a few steps back, feeling more surprise than pain. “What the hell?”

Jack tried to hit him again, but the jock easily caught his arm and bent his wrist. “Leave her alone, asshole!”
“Stop, Jack!” Ashley spoke sternly. “He is just being a creep like usual.”
Jack turned to her, confused. “You mean he’s done this to you before? He’s going out with Karen, why the hell didn’t you tell me he does this?”
“Cause she’s keeping his dirty little seeecret.” The girl accompanying them smiled knowingly.
Jake gave her a narrow eyed glance. “You’re not helping, Candice.”
“I know.” She smiled as she shrugged.
“What is she talking about, Ashley?”
“It’s nothing, Jack, just leave it alone.” He touched the command rod and forced her to answer. Ashley looked to the ground whispering sheepishly. “He’s the guy who kept peeing in my butt.”
Jack’s expression went to confusion, then revulsion, then anger. “This fuck-head? He did it multiple times?”
Jake glared. “Well, I guess this bitch isn’t shy anymore.”
Ashley nodded to Jack. “I wanted it then, but then I realized it was wrong!”
Jake stepped closer, holding up a finger. “Look, kid, just stay out of this. What she does with me is our business.”

Jack’s mind was swimming. My mom is forced to take food in her ass, my friend had a complete jerk using her ass as a toilet, and my sister is doing god-knows-what with that fucker! Jack used all of his restraint to keep from punching the snide pretty-boy in the jaw. His face flushed and he took out the command rod. “Jake I want you to-“

“Controller!”

Ashley caught him before he could make a command. He passed her the rod without restraint. The other two raised an eyebrow as Ashley slipped the plain black object into her pocket. I don’t want him to be mad, but I understand why. I’m a slut, but this shows he actually cares about me. Jake stared at the boy as an irritant. I can’t have them getting into a fight here. Jack is going to get himself hurt. She contemplated what the best option would be in this situation. “Jake, I command you to get into an argument with Karen and leave her.”

She thought about the other two. “Candice, go get fucked like a dog.” Karen spoke dismissively. I don’t know who she’ll fuck, and I know how petty that is, but I just hate that bitch. The girl turned and left without another word. “Jack, I want you to…” Her mind danced with ideas. I could command him to love me, but that seems so cruel. I don’t want to remove his free thinking, but I guess he doesn’t mind doing that to everyone else. I know he’s just an asshole like all the rest, but I can’t stop thinking about him. What is wrong with me?

She was drawn from her thoughts by Mr. Hale’s ex-wife watching them. Crap, what did he command her to do? Ashley waited for her to approach. “Are you kids okay?” The scene was certainly odd – a bunch of kids arguing before they all stopped suddenly, staring blankly as Ashley doled out orders. She wasn’t sure how much the woman had overheard.

“Irene! Sorry I didn’t meet you earlier. What did Jack tell you to do?” She still held the rod.
“He said fuck me.”

That horny bastard! He just can’t do something nice for anyone! I can’t trust him with this! “Forget he said that.” She could see a teacher approaching. “Uh, just forget Ken and go after your true calling.” She knew it wasn’t a proper command, but it would have to work for now. I’ll find her later and make sure it’s working out.

The older man stepped close enough and asked if there was a problem. “No, we were just arguing, but it’s okay now. Say it’s okay, you two.” Jake and Jack agreed. “Don’t fight.” She slipped in the last command and they nodded.

“Well, you should go home now, okay?”
“We were just about to do that. Yeah, go visit Karen, Jake. Come on, Jack.” Ashley passed close to Irene again, whispering. “Go home and relax.”

Once they were far enough down the sidewalk, they stopped and looked at each other. “Jack, I command you to go to the family conference tonight and tell them that you were going through a rough phase and you plan to get better.” She knew how risky it would be to go without the command rod, but she could only imagine the damage he could do if he had it. “Forget about the command rod tonight.”

She let go of the metal in her pocket. “Let me know how it goes tonight, okay?”

Jack and Karen were a bundle of nerves as they sat in the backseat of their aunt and uncle’s car. They came to a stop and went inside. Jack was glad to be home after so long. They stepped into the living room and found chairs amongst the small crowd. The two officers that found them, Principal Hyun, Betty, Hank, and the Social Services worker all sat watching their entrance.

Their caseworker was a short, stocky woman. Large breasts dominated the upper half of her body, while short, slender legs gave her a very top-heavy appearance. Her chubby face was pretty, but stern. Her shoulder-length brown hair framed her wide, caring features. She looked all business at the moment, however. She gave a fake smile as she spoke. “Hello, my name is Alma, and now that everyone is here, I will be asking a few questions to determine where to proceed with the Olsen family.”

The woman asked countless questions. She discerned from the police officers that they found both Jack and Karen visibly having sex with their parents after they were investigating an argument. Betty argued, but the statement of two officers easily trumped her. Alma stated that they could not perform a paternity test on Betty, as DNA from father and son would be too similar. They did perform a test on Karen. The results came back showing Hank as the father.

Steph shook her head, “Hank, how could you?”

The two officers stepped closer and placed handcuffs on him. They placed him under arrest and read his rights. One of them led him outside to mixed reactions. Betty and Karen pleaded not to take him. Once they left, Alma corralled them back to their seats.

“I understand this is tough, but we need to finish.” The woman’s jaw set. “Jack, how many times have you had sex with your mother?”
“Uh, n-never.” Jack knew that one mistake would mean she would be arrested too.
“A police officer saw you, Jack.”
The uniformed man spoke, “I saw you both naked and together, and there is no other explanation.”
Tears welled in Jack’s eyes. “I wasn’t doing that… You saw something else.”
“It was only once!” Betty broke in. She knew immediately that she had said too much.

They stopped the questions. The police officer stepped closer and put handcuffs on Betty, there was mostly silence this time, silence and tears. Their principal shook her head and Stephanie scoffed as her sister passed in front of her.

Alma sighed deeply, shaking her head. “I am sorry that you both were forced to experience that. I’m sorry that they did those things to you. Now we shall discuss more permanent housing.”

Hank sighed and Steph rolled her eyes as they looked to one another. “We’ll take them.”

The rest of the encounter seemed like a blur. I should have planned better, I shouldn’t have done it. I can’t believe this is happening. Karen cried softly as Jack approached Alma. “It was just a mistake. We can change.”

“You will, now those monsters won’t be able to hurt you anymore.”
Monsters?! They’re my fucking parents. I love them more than anything in the world! “You bitch, why can’t you let me stay with my parents? It was a fucking mistake and all you have to do is say we should stay together. Please don’t take them away!”

“It’s okay, this is for the best.” Hank tried to console them.
“Yeah, we won’t try anything like that.” Stephanie declared. “We’re not sick fucks like them.” She muttered under her breath just barely too loud.
Jack punched the wall. He nearly called his aunt a dirty bitch that seemed to love the enema last night, but he restrained himself. Everyone is against me.

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