Former Playmates Pt. 10: Alyssa's Family

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Reunited with her son, nothing will keep them apart.
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Part 10 of the 10 part series

Updated 06/07/2023
Created 11/26/2014
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Author's Note: This is the final in the series – Alyssa's second story. As always, feel free to read The Challenge 4 and/or 8 to learn of these fictional former Playboy Playmates and of the very special incestuous haven that was built for them and many others. This last entry features the most appearances from characters in previous stories. In Alyssa's first story, she left an abusive husband and communicated with her son, via letters, while moving from place to place.

Things are winding down. Certain womanizing men are seeing their supply of women decreasing. Mothers prefer the dicks of someone else – their sons.

Introduction

Rodney was sitting alone on his couch in his Miami apartment. He looked around, shaking his head, confused and angry. His stable of women was dwindling. No more groups of ladies accompanying him to a club, no more gatherings at his place, with several women in his bed. He tugged on his limp cock, unable to get himself horny enough to pleasure himself. Something was very wrong.

His brother Ronnie was experiencing something similar in Charleston. Ronnie was on the beach, surveying the area for pussy, he found some, but all the women were with someone. Ronnie peered at a familiar looking bikini-clad, tall Latina. She was hugging, kissing an older man. Ronnie watched as a much younger guy joined them, hugging her, kissing her lips too.

"Her dad and son?" Ronnie wondered.

He shook his head, looking onward. Ronnie saw another young guy walking with not one, but three women – all dark hair, like the guy.

"I know her," Ronnie thought of one of the women, watching her flirt and laugh with the young man, oblivious to his presence.

Ronnie turned his head, seeing another familiar-looking brunette. She was running toward another younger man. "Henry!" she called out. He stood, scooping the woman up, swinging her around.

"Hey mom!" Ronnie heard him say from a distance. Ronnie's mouth dropped open when he watched them kiss passionately.

"Ok, I'm out of here. I'm going home," Ronnie got his towel, his bag, and left the beach.

Rodney called him on his way home.

"Things are changing," Rodney said.

"I know."

"Hardly any women left in Miami it seems."

"That bad? Charleston is smaller, but man, there's no women here that are interested in me anymore," Ronnie said.

"I can find a couple women here and there, but it's nothing like it used to be," Rodney lamented.

"We had constant pussy. It's like something changed and these ladies are spending time with family members."

"Almost all my women here have moved. A couple even told me they had family business to tend to," Rodney said.

"Yep. I think there's some major, freaky family relationships going on here," Ronnie said.

"I gotta do something. I need to find someone, someone special. And I know who," Rodney said.

"I know who you're talking about. We knocked her up. I bet she still lives in Atlanta."

"Yes. I know exactly where she lives too," Rodney ended the call to his brother.

He looked to his empty bedroom thinking back to when he took her, fucked her, and mated her.

"Alyssa," Rodney nodded his head. "I'm bringing you back here – where you belong."


Chapter 1

Alyssa counted down the days until her son, Joshua, arrived. She cleaned, and re-cleaned her small, cheap apartment close to his college. She worked overtime at the nearby Goodwill where she was an assistant manager. She also re-read her favorite letters from her son.

Sitting on her small bed, going through the box of what's become her most prized possession, Joshua's letters, Alyssa picked out a few to read before his arrival the next day.

"I'll be there soon. Finally, free from Dad, he'll never know I'm staying with you while at school. I can't wait to hold you, to see your smile, to hear your voice. I've missed you so much."

His written words alone brought her smiles. Alyssa folded the letter, placing it back where it belonged. She grabbed another written a couple years prior.

"Mom, your letters are safe. Dad will never find them. I read them at night before going to sleep. Every night I pretend you're with me here."

Alyssa teared up, recalling a letter she wrote him, about how she wished she could tuck him and lay there with him until he fell asleep.

Another letter: "My senior prom was this weekend. As I said in a previous letter, I didn't go. I didn't care. Dad approved of this, reminding me women were nothing but trouble. We stayed home, played cards, and watched TV. The whole time, as is usually the case, I thought of you. I was alone on the couch, imagining you were there next to me. I pictured my arm around you, holding you, watching TV. I can't wait to do that in real life. I can't wait to leave this summer and go to you. Dad will drop me off at college, leave, and I'll immediately make my way to your place. We'll only be two miles apart."

Alyssa folded that one, putting it back in its envelope. She remembered writing Joshua the next day, stating she would like him to stay with her. He wrote back, another letter arriving a few days later.

"Yes! I would love to stay with you. I'll clean for you, cook for you, I'll take care of you. I love you so much. We'll make up for lost time! It'll be wonderful. I'm shaking as I write this. I wanted to ask if I could stay with you, but I was too nervous."

Alyssa chuckled, wondering why Joshua would be nervous to ask his mother if he could stay. He never went on to say why. Alyssa grabbed another letter.

"It won't be long, Mom. I'll be there with you. Since you left, I can't tell you how many times I've dreamed of gazing into your beautiful, green eyes, wrapping my arms around you and holding you, never letting go. When I get there, it'll be the happiest time of our lives. It'll be you and me, together – it'll be perfect, like you."

Alyssa wiped tears of joy. His letters were so special. She couldn't help but see them as something other than letters to a mother from a son. There was more there. She dismissed it, thinking as Joshua said what he was writing in his head, it sounded totally different than how she read it in her own.

Still, Alyssa saw now, there was certainly more to his letters, more than just love from child to parent.

She missed him more than anything. The second happiest day of her life, behind giving birth to Joshua was upon her. Her estranged, abusive husband would never know the son, who he no doubt wishes would have nothing to do with his mother, would be living with that very mother.

**********

The tears of joy were amplified tenfold when she saw her son the next afternoon. Joshua was in Atlanta for a few days, his father driving him to school, staying a bit to get him set up, and then leaving. The second his father drove off, Joshua took off to his mother's apartment, a couple miles away from his college campus.

He was much taller than she thought he'd be, having grown more than a foot since Alyssa last saw him at age 14.

They didn't do anything at first – Joshua stood there, shaking, eyes filling with tears. Alyssa did the same, covering her mouth, as she sobbed.

After a moment, he opened his arms wide, pulling his mother in for a long embrace. Alyssa sobbed in his arms, wrapping them around him, squeezing him tightly.

Joshua held her head against his chest, his fingers sliding through her long, dirty blonde hair. Mother and son, reunited, stood in her doorway for several minutes.

Eventually, Joshua ended the embrace, his hand at his mother's waist and guided her into the apartment. The door closed behind him, and they stood once more, holding one another.

He caressed her face, staring into her green eyes, "Mom."

His voice was different, deeper, causing Alyssa to cry again. She couldn't believe he was here. All the planning and letters, Joshua finding and being accepted to a nearby college, his father being kept in the dark, unaware of Alyssa's whereabouts, paid off. Joshua was now with his mother.

Arms entwined, she led him to the couch. Sitting next to him, she examined his face, as if to make sure he was really there. Alyssa hugged him again, pushing Joshua back. He held his mother, slowly rubbing her back, while she held on tothis his waist. Alyssa closed her eyes, all felt right in the world.

"How are you?" she asked, when finally able to speak, sitting up.

"I'm great, now. Better than ever," Joshua held her hand.

"Your voice," Alyssa noted.

"Yes."

"I wished we could've spoken on the phone, but I had no money, I can barely afford this – " – "

"Mom, it's fine," Joshua patted her hand.

"Is this apartment ok? I know it's small and – " – "

"It's perfect. I'm here with you. That's all that matters."

Alyssa threw her arms around him again, crying once more, "I missed you so much!"

"Mom, I missed you too," Joshua kissed the top of her head.

"I love you," he added in his new-to-Alyssa deeper sounding voice. He sounded like a grown man now.

"I love you too," Alyssa sat back up, resting her hand on his face.

As Joshua lovingly stared into her green eyes, Alyssa saw something else, something that made her think of his letters once more. It wasn't a child looking into his mother's eyes, but a man looking at a woman he loved.

She shook the thought from her head, thinking it was the emotion of their reunion. Alyssa relaxed sitting back with him on the couch, his arm around her. A few moments of peaceful calm and Joshua pulled out his phone.

"I have to call someone. Someone I've been in touch with," Joshua said, dialing a number. "She wanted me to let her know I'm here with you."

**********

"Hi Joshua!" Sandee said, answering his phone call. She was naked, as usual, her daughter, Rachael was too. Both women were several months pregnant, sharing a bath together.

"Hey Sandee," Joshua said, Alyssa sat up, her face lighting with confusion yet happiness. Sandee was her half-sister Diane's oldest child – her half-niece.

Alyssa was several months older than Sandee. Sandee helped Alyssa escape her husband, letting her hide out at her place in Los Angeles, before traveling to the east coast.

"I'm here," Joshua said.

"Wonderful! How are things?" Sandee asked.

Joshua paused a moment, staring at his mother's smile. "Wonderful," he quietly replied.

"Good, good! Can I speak to her?" Sandee asked. Joshua handed the phone to Alyssa.

"Hey," Alyssa said.

"Ah, a mother and son reunited," Sandee grinned on the other end. "He and I have been in contact over the years. I'm so glad he's there with you now."

"Yes! Me too. How have you been? It's been awhile since we've spoken or seen each other," Alyssa asked.

Sandee looked at her pregnant daughter across from her in the tub. "Oh I've never been better! We'll go into that in more detail next week when I arrive."

"You're coming here?"

"Yep! Crystal and I, along with a couple of special people," Sandee said.

"Wow. Why?"

"Because we miss you. We live in Charleston now, so we're much closer. Now that Joshua is there with you, it'd be a great chance to see all of you."

"Next week?" Alyssa asked. She assumed Joshua planned this, along with Sandee and Alyssa's good friend from her time living in Florida, Crystal.

"Yes! We'll have a great time!" Sandee said. "But I gotta go now. I'm so glad you and he are together again."

"Wait Sandee – " – "

"Bye!" Sandee hung up her cell phone, putting it on the counter. She sat up, Rachael doing the same. They shared a long, passionate kiss, enjoying the rest of their bath.


Chapter 2

They were quiet after his arrival, substituting words with embraces, holding hands, studying each other's facial features after the long absence they endured.

They had a simple meal, sitting at a small table. They discussed Joshua's college plans, how he'd go to class, and come back to her apartment. His father would never know he wasn't living on campus.

Alyssa showed her son a make-shift bedroom she created for him. There was a tiny cot of a bed in a storage room she cleaned out.

"Sorry, it's not much," Alyssa said, looking down.

"Mom, I don't care. I'm just happy to be here with you," Joshua reminded her. He tipped her chin to face him, rubbing her cheek with his thumb.

Alyssa nodded, her hand on his chest. Gazing into his eyes for a few seconds, Alyssa changed her mind.

"You know what?" she shook her head, grabbing his hand, leading him back to her room. "We can share a bed. I want to stay awake with you as much as possible tonight anyway."

Alyssa changed into her pajamas, a tank top and shorts, in the bathroom, while Joshua changed into his in her bedroom.

Joshua was waiting for her when she exited her small bathroom. She smiled, climbed into bed, into his arms. "Where I belong," she thought.

His first night there, they were wide awake. As Alyssa ran her hand over his chest and stomach while lying in bed with him, she couldn't help but think how different he seemed. She thought of his letters, his demeanor, his touches – he seemed so much like a man spending time with the woman he loved, separated and reunited again. He didn't seem like her son.

They fell asleep hours later, their foreheads nearly touching.

The week passed slowly – just like Alyssa hoped. She couldn't believe how different her son was. She loved it.

He would hold her from behind while she fixed breakfast, kissing her head, sometimes rubbing her shoulders.

Alyssa had no TV, so instead they sat on the couch. Joshua would hold his mother as they stared out over the small balcony area, enjoying the cool night air in silence.

At night she would lay in his arms, always, savoring his presence, loving his soft and gentle touch. Alyssa felt more love from him than she ever did her estranged husband – before he becamewas abusive.

The following weekend arrived. Joshua was cleaning the apartment for her without being asked. He took the trash to the dump in the apartment complex, kissing his mother before he exited the apartment.

Alyssa opened the box under her bed, taking out a random letter.

"I've had a rough week. I really miss you. But picturing your beautiful face is getting me through it. When I arrive, maybe we can go out. We could go to dinner, to the movies. Or we could do nothing. We could sit there, I could hold you."

Alyssa folded the letter, putting it back in the box as soon as Joshua returned.

**********

The night before Crystal and Sandee arrived, Alyssa found herself in Joshua's arms again in bed.

"You look beautiful by the way," he spoke. "I mean you still do, you always have, to me."

Alyssa rose on her elbow, caressing his face, her large, braless breasts resting against Joshua. "Thank you."

"You're so different," she added.

"How? Is that good?"

"Yes, very good. I feel so," Alyssa paused.

"What?"

"So loved. Even through your letters. And now you're here. It's so wonderful," Alyssa rested her head on his shoulder.

"You're wonderful and you deserve it," Joshua rubbed her back, his hand going low then back up again, accidently bringing a bit of her tank top shirt with it. His fingers grazed the small of her back. Alyssa felt tingles.

He kept at it, his fingers touching her bare skin, eliciting electricity each time. Alyssa smiled, sat up a bit and pulled the back of her shirt up, exposing most of her back.

"Feels nice," she said, snuggling up to him again.

His hand glided along her back like a gentle stream over rocks. Joshua's touch was so soft, gentle, loving. Alyssa was in heaven, unable to stifle a moan.

She caressed his face, kissing his cheek, "I love you," she whispered in his ear.

"I love you too," Joshua turned to face her, running his fingers through her hair with his other hand. He held her face;, they stared into one another's eyes.

His phone rang, shaking them out of their trance. Alyssa smiled, sat up and pulled her tank top down over her back. Joshua answered his phone. It was his father checking in on him.

After a few lies regarding Joshua's dorm room, he ended the call and rolled over toward Alyssa. She buried her head in his chest and both were asleep a little later.


Chapter 3

Three pregnant women arrived the next day around dinner time. Sandee, her daughter Rachael, and to Alyssa's surprise, her friend Crystal was also pregnant. Crystal brought her son, Jared, too.

After hugs, Alyssa introducing everyone, besides Sandee, to Joshua they went to dinner – Sandee's treat.

Alyssa and Joshua felt out of place, underdressed. Sandee took them to the nicest, most romantic restaurant she could find.

Another oddity was Sandee and Rachael, along with Crystal and Jared they seemed like couples. Jared had his arm around his mother, sitting across from Alyssa. Sandee rubbed all over Rachael's pregnant belly. Alyssa simply sat next to Joshua.

They ordered dessert after the meal. The mother's feeding their children with a fork, and then taking a bite themselves. Alyssa followed suit, nervously dropping the fork.

When she slid her chair back, reaching for the fork, something under the table across from her caught her eye.

"I knew it!" she thought, eyes glued to Crystal's hand as it slowly jacked Jared's cock under the table. Alyssa thought back to her time in Florida living with Crystal in her trailer park. She suspected she and Jared had a sexual relationship going on.

"You ok, sweetie?" Crystal asked in her deep Southern accent.

"Mmhmm," Alyssa nodded, pretending she didn't see anything.

That night back at her apartment, Alyssa set up quilts and blankets for her and Joshua to sleep on the floor. She was looking forward to it. The light of the full moon would shine through her living room window onto them. She couldn't help but think it'd be romantic.

She let Crystal and Jared have the small cot in the storage room. Sandee and Rachael took Alyssa's bed.

All was peaceful, quietquite, and wonderful as usual in her son's arm, her head resting on his chest. Then the sounds of sex filled the apartment. Alyssa's eyes shot open, she held her breath.

"Oh crap," she thought. "Crystal and Jared."

They were loud, not caring, not trying to be discreet. "Yes! Yes! Harder!" Crystal ordered her son.

She sat up, smiling awkwardly to Joshua. "Heh, I'll uh, I'll be right back."

Alyssa barged into the guest room. "Quiet!" She watched Jared pull out of his mother;, Crystal lay on her back, her big pregnant belly on display.

"Mmm, hey sweetie," Crystal said rubbing her stomach. "A few more months and Jared's baby will be born."

Alyssa rubbed her temples, "Please keep it down."

Jared moved to her, quickly pushing her against the wall. He grabbed Alyssa's breast, while kissing on her neck. "Jared!"

"That's it baby, get her worked up and maybe she'll join us!" Crystal encouraged.

His hand underneath Alyssa's shirt, he squeezed a big tit. "I can't," she pushed him away. "Jared, no."

"Get back over here, baby. Give me some of that cock," Crystal told him.

"Please, you two, keep it down," Alyssa begged.

"Alright, alright," Crystal said. Jared grabbed her large belly and slid his cock back inside her.

Alyssa straightened her shirt and hair, rejoining Joshua on the floor. "Sorry," she embarrassingly said.

"It's ok, Mom," Joshua pulled her back into his arms.

A few moments later, Alyssa heard it again – moans and cries of pleasure. This time it came from the other side of the apartment.

"Sandee," Alyssa rolled her eyes. "I'll be back, Joshua," she sighed climbing off her son.

She barged into her bedroom, seeing Sandee and Rachael in a similar position. Sandee, wearing a huge strap-on, was behind Rachael, fucking her as hard as Jared was fucking Crystal.

"Oh geez, Sandee. Come on!" Alyssa exclaimed, annoyed.

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