Incest/Taboo Miracle Cream

Sitting on the top step, with her chin resting on the palm of her hand and her elbow on her knee. Nodding along as she listened on, growing upset at some parts and siding with the newcomers on others. She could see where Cory was coming from and how it did look like they had set up Dayana the way they did. Yet she could understand Alice's desire to have a child. Even she had stated in the past she wanted Cory's baby. Zoe had a sneak suspicion the woman had other motives for the rush to their home. If she had to guess, it would be Cory's cock, not that she could blame the woman.

She recounted the first time she had felt it deep inside her cunt. How it just filled her up like no one else before him. The way it made her pussy just orgasm as if it was a geyser. So Zoe could understand the woman's need to keep Cory around for the time she broke her vows again. As the hour stretched into two, she got the feeling the four of them really needed this talk, given how she got the impression they hadn't really talked since the incident. When she heard their guest getting ready to leave, she made her quiet, hurried way to her room.

"Can someone please explain to me whose bright idea it was to start the fall semester on a fucking Thursday?!" Cory grumbled loudly at far too early in the morning from his summer reverie. Which as you can guess got a chuckle out of his mother as she sipped on her morning coffee while his sisters had a bowl of cereal as he made his own cup of coffee.

"You could always drop out and go and work full-time, Cory," Celeste mused as she turned the page of her morning paper. "Or you could stay home and be my wanton sex toy," she purred, glancing seductively over at him. "You know I'd take care of you."

"Then whatever would I do with the other twenty-three hours of the day after I leave you comatose on your bed?" Cory asked as he sank down into his seat, placing his bowl and mug on the table.

"Oh, I can think of two somethings, maybe three if Cassy were around," Celeste teased, watching her daughters blushing into their cereal bowls.

"Yeah, okay, but that still leaves me twelve hours if you subtract the hours of sleep I'll need," Cory jested as he poured himself a bowl of cereal and finished off the last bit of milk once he had sweetened his coffee; how he liked it. His eyes looked at Dayana, then glanced at their mother. If they were going to be living there like how his mother wanted, they could at least chip in on the food bill.

"What's this for?" Celeste asked, perplexed when Dayana handed her three crisp hundred dollar bills.

"Cory and I thought if we're going to live here, forever," seeing the luster in her mother's eyes, "we thought we could at least chip in on the grocery bill, lights, water, cable," Dayana said before bringing her spoon up to her lips.

"And just how did you get this money?" Celeste asked, knowing that now Cory wasn't working, and Dayana never did since she opted to go to school, which she and Jairo fully supported; she knew they possibly couldn't have that much free cash on hand.

"Umm... I invested Cory's money," Dayana mumbled into her bowl.

"Do what... we'll talk about this later tonight," Celeste said, noting the time, knowing if she didn't leave, she would hit the heart of rush hour traffic, and she had no wish to be stuck on the interstate for an hour-long crawl. Pouring her coffee into her traveling mug, placing a kiss on top of Cory's head. Remembering how Jairo had called her in tears, telling her how Cory had finally said those three words to him. Wondering when she would hear those same words once again from her son's lips. "I love you, Cory; I do hope you know that," she whispered into his hair.

"Love you too, Mom," Cory mumbled from around his spoon. Seeing Dayana's eyes widen, knowing what him uttering that phrase meant, and feeling his mother growing still above him. That was until his mother crushed him in a hug, nearly causing him to lose his hold on his spoon; he couldn't say about the spilled Apple Jacks on the floor.

"You don't know how long I've waited for you to say those words," Celeste spoke in a loving voice before placing a wet kiss on his right cheek. Huffing that she couldn't hold Cory longer when she really had to leave. "Dayana, Zoe, watch out for your brother on his first day, don't let any of those harlots get our cock!" she called back to her daughters as she walked happily out the door and to her car.

"You finally said it?!" Dayana gasped as her spoon fell into her bowl.

"I'm a father now, have to rise above my troubles; how else can I look at my child and show him or her how to be a decent person if I'm not willing to lead by example," Cory uttered, burying his face in his bowl when his sisters got this rather lovey-dovey look in their eyes when he said that. It kind of creeped him out.

"You kind of sound like Dad, you know?" Zoe teased, giggling when her brother just madly blushed at that. "Look at him being all cute, huh?" she taunted her sister with a nudge of her elbow.

"Cory?" Seeing his eyes glancing over to her, "is this how you're going to act when we have our own baby?" Dayana asked, gazing dreamily at her man.

"No, sis, the next baby he's going to have is with me," Zoe said, sitting proudly in her chair.

"Mom's already beaten you to it," Cory interjected as a drop of milk fell into his bowl, wondering if he was about to die, given the looks they were shooting him.

"How can you know that?!" They hissed as one.

"Found the test stick in the trash can in Mom's bathroom; unless the two of you dropped it in there, she doesn't know that I know," Cory stated before draining the milk from his bowl. "Although, I wonder why now of all times does she want to get pregnant for?"

"To keep you home, duh," Zoe said, stating the obvious. "Come on, Cory, you know by now Mom is never going to give that up; even if you went all the way to the Antarctic, she would follow you there."

"Okay, that does make sense," Cory mused, tapping his chin.

"We need to get ready if we're going to make it to class on time," Dayana said in a sisterly voice as she noted the time on the clock of their microwave. "You ready, Cory?" she asked as Cory walked out of his room with his old bookbag slung over his shoulder with the two textbooks he would need for that day's classes along with his notebooks.

"Yeah," Cory uttered, seeing his sister blush when he held out his hand to her before they walked down the hall and the stairs where their sister was waiting on them by the door.

"Dayana, let me sit up front today, please?" Zoe whined a little as Cory unlocked his car.

"Alright, just this once," Dayana teased, shooting Cory a smoldering look as he walked around the car to the driver's side.

"I'm so going to look hot showing up in this thing," Zoe taunted as she wiggled her ass into the passenger seat as Cory cranked up his car.

"Remember Cory, your classes for today are on the North end of campus if you want to park there. Mine isn't too far from there," Dayana said as they neared their college.

"Bummer, mines on the west end, Cory. Could you...?"

"Just point me where you want me to drop you off," Cory offered since he had no idea where he was going on campus as the sound of his blinker clicked as he waited behind a row of four cars to turn into the campus. Throwing his gear shifter into neutral when the sound from the new style Mustang seemed fake, giving his engine a few revs to show the owner what a real muscle car sounded like before shifting back into drive as he noted the light was about to turn green. Not missing the pair of eyes staring back at him in the rearview mirror.

"Show off," Zoe teased, pointing to the turn to take once they had pulled onto the campus. "Cory, you don't have to worry about waiting for me; Cassy and I are going to hang out at her place after our last class," she said, peering into the open passenger door as Dayana settled into the passenger seat.

"Okay, but we are having lunch, right?" Cory asked, a little nervous about being seen eating alone since he was starting a new school with no friends to back him up like he has had throughout his past twelve years of schooling.

"Mmmhmm, of course, we are, you're paying for it," Zoe stated, grinning madly as she shut the door and bounded off to find Cassy before her class started.

Following Dayana's directions as they looped around the campus. Noting the heads that were turning young and old at the sound of his Mustang. Slowly pulling into the northern parking lot that was used mainly for the dorm close to it. Once he had parked and shut off his engine, Dayana wasted no time in making-out with him in his car.

"Now I can get through my morning," Dayana sighed as she rolled up her window and locked the door before sliding out of the car and closing it behind her. Seeing Cory shouldering his bookbag as he walked around the front of his car. Wrapping herself around Cory's right arm, her fingers on her left hand interweave with his as they walked towards their first class of the day. Hearing the chirping of Cory's alarm as he armed it before he got out of range. "My class gets out at eleven-thirty; Cassy's and Zoe's shouldn't be any longer than that; then we can decide if we want to eat on campus or go off campus for lunch."

"Wait, you mean we don't have to stay here all day?" Cory asked, starting to like college life all the more.

"No, silly, this isn't like high school; no one is going to keep you here if you don't want to be here; as long as you're on time for your classes or what clubs you join, the college doesn't care what you do as long as you're not disrupting or damaging the campus."

"You think we got time to go to that little Italian place close to here?" Cory asked, watching his sister's face heat as he squeezed her ass.

"Mmmhmm," Dayana hummed hungrily.

"Good, rather not be starving, and I'm not ready to trust the food here yet," Cory said, coming to a stop in front of the building his first lecture was in.

"I'll see you soon, okay?" Dayana whispered as she pressed her chest into his own. Noting the envious and jealous looks of the passing men that were levied at her brother as she did so.

"You know how to reach me," Cory said, getting a quick kiss in, looking back, and waving to his sister before entering the building.

Dayana was walking dreamily along toward the admission office to drop off the forms her Professor had given her over a week ago. Then she knew she had to hustle to get to her first class of the day. Yet so far, she hoped their college life would go as smoothly, minus a few bumps, as their summer life had been. On the way to her class, she was very happy and surprised to see a group of her friends, then remembered the text they had sent to her brother.

"So, you horny bitches tried to fuck me over, huh?"

"Sorry, Dayana, but can you blame us? That thing has to feel so fucking awesome?!" her friends spoke as one, drooling at the prospect of riding Cory's dragon.

"Don't do it again, or I'll scratch your eyes out," Dayana warned as they walked to class together.

"Once he shot us down, we haven't, we swear."

"I know; I read your texts," Dayana said, proud that her man had rebuffed all their attempts.

"So what's it like? We're assuming you got fucked all summer long."

"Think of it like fucking a Monster energy can just longer, thicker, hotter, harder, and fucking orgasmic!" Dayana groaned in lust. "I think there were a few times I actually passed out because I came so hard on that fat thing."

"So, what did the two of you do during the summer?"

"Mostly stayed in town, did go up to my uncle's cabin at the beginning of summer break. Yes, we fucked like mad there," Dayana said, answering their unspoken question. "Then, in the middle of July, we went down to the beach with this couple we know. Cory was going to enter his car into the show but didn't place as well as he hoped he would. But the rest of our time was magical down there. Especially the Thursday night before we came back. I did not know that man had a romantic bone in his body; boy was I ever wrong," she stated, going into detail about the night as they entered where their lecture would be taking place in five minutes.

Cory was using his phone to record his Professor's lecture like Dayana and Zoe had told him to do so he could go back and add to his notes if he missed anything or if he just didn't understand the work he was doing at the time. He had turned off his ringtone and vibration so he wouldn't disrupt the class as his pencil was moving quickly along the sheet of paper as he was taking notes as he was three-fourths done with his first lecture of the day. Noting how his mother, Cassy, Zoe, and Dayana were blowing up his phone with texts. His father had sent him one before his class started wishing him luck on his first day. His eyes were moving from the whiteboard, copying down formulas and reading the texts they were sending while his voice recorder was operating in the background. Then something in the formula caught his attention, something that didn't appear to be right. Quickly raising his hand, he just wanted to be sure he wasn't seeing things and/or copied it wrong, to begin with.

"Yes... Mr. Miller, what can I help you with?" asked his Professor as she checked her attendance roll.

"Not to be that guy, but if the formula you wrote calls for a base, can I ask why that diagram is one of an acid, or am I just seeing things?" Cory asked as politely as he could. Noting how his Professor looked at the board, then her notes, then at him, and back to the board before a smile touched her lips.

"I seem to have made a mistake in my haste to depict the formula that I made and error; thank you, young man, class, thank Mr. Miller, since this will be on your first test of the semester." Feeling his face burning as he quickly set out to correct the diagram in his notebook as she did the same on the board. "A minute if you would, Mr. Miller," his Professor called out to him when the class was over.

"Yes, Professor?" Cory spoke when he ambled down to the lower section of the lecture hall.

"What was the highest chemistry class you took in high school?"

"Well, my high school only had AP Chemistry, so that's the highest I could take," Cory said truthfully. Keeping his eyes on her face and not how she looked lean/sitting on the edge of her desk.

"And did you seek out other means of advancing your knowledge in chemistry?"

"Umm..." Cory rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment.

"Please, I'm not trying to demean you or anything; I'm just trying to gauge your knowledge in this field, given how you're the only one that spotted the mistake I purposely put on the board to see if anyone was paying attention. Science is about questioning everything, even what people call proven science. So, please, I would like to know, do you have any more than what your AP class taught you?"

"Well... until my senior year, I used to go to the museum downtown, they had a workshop, had to pay, of course, but I got some hands-on experience with it, far more than I did in school," Cory said truthfully.

"Ah, I do know of the workshop you're talking about," his Professor nodded. "That was a good choice. I know the people who set that up. It's very informative," she nodded in approval. "Well, Mr. Miller, I certainly look forward to seeing you bright and early Monday morning; I hope you enjoy the rest of your classes." With that, his Professor dismissed him so she could prepare to take her own lunch break and get ready for the Sophomore chemistry class she had that afternoon. Pulling out his phone and texting his sister that he was out of his class. Pocketing it when she sent back that she would meet him there and they were going to pick Cassy and Zoe up from the same spot he had dropped her off.

"Yeah, babe, take you anywhere you want in this baby." Cory heard some unknown speaker say as he neared his car, only to hear his alarm go off.

"Next time," the chirp of his alarm turning off caused the older boy and a girl about his age to turn towards him, "keep your hands off my car; you think I want your fingerprints ruining my paint?" Cory said coldly as he eyed the man. "Now step away from my car," he ordered, seeing how embarrassed the man was in being called out on his lie and his words to win the girl he had been flirting with back as they moved off to where Cory didn't care as he placed his bookbag in the trunk. Unlocking the driver's door and turning on the A/C, knowing how much it would suck up his gas, yet it was hotter than hell that day, and he didn't feel like having his clothes stick to his seat. Reaching over and unlocking the passenger door, throwing the car into reverse, and slowly backed out. Staind's 'Right Here' was playing as his sister's form appeared, a smile formed on her face as he sat idling, waiting for her.

"Hey, baby!" Dayana cooed happily as she slid into the passenger seat and set her bag down on the floor between her feet. Getting a quick kiss in before he drove slowly off to pick up Cassy and Zoe.

Cory watched as the two of them walked hand in hand along the front of his car as Dayana got out and folded the seat forward. Nodding to Cassy when she said hello to him as she climbed into the back. Listening to the buckles clicking as he shifted into drive.

"Let's go have lunch, mmmkay?" Dayana said in a loving tone as she laid her hand over Cory's right.

"Nerd?!" Cassy teased as they sat at a booth as Cory told them how his first class went as she and Zoe sat on one side while Dayana and Cory sat across from them.

"Yeah, maybe, but you just drool all over yourself when you see this nerd's cock," Cory retorted into his glass once their waitress took their orders and brought them their drinks. Seeing how red her cheeks were getting knowing that was the truth.

"So, what do you think of college so far?" Zoe asked in a curious tone as she snuggled up to Cassy on their side of their booth.

"Can't say yet; it's only been one class," Cory shrugged. "Although, don't know about the Professor, though."

"Why's that?" Dayana asked, resting her hand on Cory's thigh. "Hmm... seems she just wanted to see who was taking her class seriously and who to look out for as the semester progresses. I bet half of your class will drop the class by the end of October."

"You can do that?" Cory asked, confused.

"Oh, yeah, I know a few people that should have graduated by now, yet they keep changing their majors like every other semester. I don't know how they can afford it. I bet when they get done, if they ever get done, that is, their student loans will be like 300k or something like that," Cassy chuckled. "So, anything new on the baby front?" she asked with that mischievous smirk on her face whenever she brought up the subject.

"Nope, haven't talked to her since last week," Cory mumbled as he pulled out his phone as it vibrated in his pocket. "Why is Mom constantly texting me for?" he whispered to his sister.

"You know why," Dayana stated with a bemused grin on her face. "Did you think you could say that and not have the unshed emotions she's held back not break the flood gates? Plus, if it's true you did get her pregnant, do you expect her to stay silent when her baby daddy finally starts letting her back in?" she whispered into his ear.

"Hope, you're not saying you'd go all clingy like she is when that happens?" Cory hoped; he didn't know if he would survive.

"Maybe," Dayana spoke, drawing out the word as she got a bashful look on her face.

"Two years from now, on Halloween, you will be getting me pregnant; count on it," Cassy stated firmly.

"Oh? Won't you be like off in some other State working somewhere?" Cory taunted.

"Hell no?! You crazy?! Do you think I'm just going to up and leave Zoe? That I'd just walk away from that fucking cock of yours?! Do you think I'm just going to let some other women take that big, fat, thick cock away from this Pixie Queen? Have you gone delusional?" Cassy didn't see the wide eyes of the waitress as she was carrying their food to their table as Cassy went into her speech. "Ain't fucking going to happen, Cory; count on it!" she said firmly with a nod. Feeling her face ripen as the waitress stepped up to their table as she began to hand out their dishes.

The woman cleared her throat, "Well, it might not be as big, fat, or as thick as his cock, but I hope you enjoy your meal," the woman said red-faced, giving Cory a glance over before scurrying off to rub one out.

"You could have told me she was behind me?!" Cassy bemoaned, staring intently at Cory.

"And, what? Ruin the show, heavens forbid I'd ever do that," Cory retorted, chuckling along with his sister as he mixed the top layer of mozzarella with his lasagna. "That any good?" he asked Dayana, who was twirling her fork around her pasta that was coated in cheese sauce with mushrooms and shrimp. Sprinkling the parmesan over the top of his meal and before handing it to Cassy and grabbed a breadstick. Seeing his sister nodding as she chewed. He could never stand cheese sauce, but each to their own.

"So, what's your next class, Cory?" Zoe asked as she cut up her chicken parmesan.

"Some history class; why do I need a history class for if I'm going to be a chemical engineer?" Cory asked in befuddlement at the absurdity of taking classes that had nothing to do with the field he was going to work in.

"It's a core class that you need the credits from in order to graduate," Dayana said in a big sisterly voice as she rubbed his arm, as Cory just shook his head.

"So, are you like going to join a club or something?" Cassy inquired as she brought her fork loaded with her spaghetti alla puttanesca to her lips.

"Nah, my extra-curricular activities are pretty full at the moment, don't you think, Pixie?" Cory responded with a sinful smirk before blowing on his bite.

"Mmm... true," Cassy purred, her mind flashing back to two days ago when she was on top of him, grinding like mad on his cock and moaning to the heavens as Cory toyed with her clit ring.

"At least I don't have to take gym anymore," Cory sighed, getting soft laughs from the three of them.

"Oh?!" Holding her napkin to her lips as she quickly chewed and swallowed, "There's a board in the center of campus. If you ever need a study group or a tutor, you can find help there," Dayana said, informing him so he could do well in his classes.

"So, Cory, are you going to that car show next month? I know you were disappointed in the last one you went to," Cassy spoke, taking an interest in his life.

"Don't know, maybe, if I do, it will just be to show the car off since they have the same guidelines as the one we went to at the beach. I'm not about to alter my car just to appease the judges; they can go fuck themselves," Cory said, still bitter about what had transpired over three weeks ago.

"Nor should you; I think that car is purrfect, especially the way it plays with my little kitty," Zoe stated, shooting her brother a seductive look.

Nudging his sister's elbow with his own, slyly nodding to the woman when she went about refilling their glasses. Noting how flustered she appeared to be and how her nipples were slightly showing, yet Cory noted how she would shyly glance at him every once in a while as she did so. Placing the checkbook on the table as she went to service the other tables. Mouthing 'Wow' when their lunch was close to a hundred dollars. Not that he minded, it was quite good, in his opinion. Nodding when Dayana whispered the tip amount she was going to give the woman as she filled out the receipt and placed the card they had gotten made for Dayana into it.

"Cory?" Seeing her brother look over at her once their meal was finished and everyone was back in the car. "Can we plug the lights in?" Dayana asked sweetly. She knew he only did so during the evening because it would show better in the darkened interior than in the middle of the day. Yet she wanted to celebrate their first day of college together. Watching him sliding his phone into the cubby hole above his radio, hearing it syncing up when he started up the car. Feeling the A/C just coming on full-blast to cut down on the heat in the car. Seeing him plugging it in, quickly taking his phone from its resting place, noting the look on his face as she was typing away in his YouTube app for Chamillionaire's 'Ridin' Dirty'. Feeling the subwoofer thump as she cycled through the setting of the lights on the remote control that came with the lights. Smiling wantonly at him as she rolled her body enticingly in her seat as she, Zoe, and Cassy danced to the music as the lights pulsated and changed with the tempo of the song. Driving around the campus to the eastern part of it, dropping Cassy and Zoe off close to the building where their next class would be before heading back to the northern parking lot where he had parked this morning.

"See, that tree?" Dayana asked, pointing to it that was halfway between the two buildings they'd be in, seeing him nod that he did. "Meet me there, okay? Then we'll walk to the car together," she whispered in a loving tone as they held each other's hands on the sidewalk.

"Okay." As the word left his lips, Dayana proceeded to plant a very sensuous kiss on his lips to help him get through his last class of the day. Cory noted how she peered back at him as she headed off to her own class before he entered the building.

"God damn it, for the last fucking time, Drake, no, what part of no don't you understand?" Dayana growled as Drake had, with two of his friends, intercepted her before she could reach where Cory was waiting for her.

"Come on, Dayana, you used to do it; why not now?" Drake asked as he loomed over Dayana by a good eight inches.

"Because I have a boyfriend, that's why, and I would suggest you get out of my way before he comes," Dayana said, her anger was evident on her face. Brushing off his hand when he placed it on her right shoulder.

"That white boy I've seen you with?" Drake asked, perplexed. "He's your boyfriend?!" He, along with his friends who were on the basketball team, just laughed at the absurdity of she would blow them off for someone not as built as they were and popular. "What's he going to do, huh?"

"Kick your ass for one." Cory's voice startled the three of them, causing them to spin around to face him. His grip tightened on the book in his hand as he eyed the three of them. "Oh yeah?" Drake taunted as his towering six-foot-five-inch height loomed over Cory's five-foot-ten-inch stature. "Why would a hot ass woman like Dayana want with you when she could have me or any other guy?"

"Oh, I don't know; how about he has a bigger cock than any one of you put together," Dayana said dryly. "Now get the fuck out of my way?!" she said, raising her voice as his friends blocked her path.

"Relax, Dayana, no need for raised voices; we're just having a chat, aren't we?"

"Right, a chat," Drake replied with a cocky grin as he sized up Cory. Wondering why Cory wasn't cowed like many of the other guys on campus were when he threw around his weight. "Maybe you're new here, but I'm the all-star..."

"Is this spiel supposed to impress me or something? I would think someone who I assume got in on a sports scholarship would know it will and has been pulled when so-called athletes have a criminal record, and seeing how unwanted touching and your constant impeding of Dayana's way would be considered against the law, I wonder how those coaches of yours will spin it to keep your ass out of lockup," Cory mused, standing his ground. "I don't think Dayana would have a problem with explaining this all to the police, would you, babe?"

"Not one bit," Dayana quickly replied.

"So, you got two options, one: walk away with your pride still intact or..."

"Or what?" Drake taunted.

"I'll be like David and bring the giant tumbling down," Cory said, smirking evilly as he loosened himself up without showing it if it came to blows.

"Do you got the balls to back up that bravado?"

"I do, should ask your mom; she was slobbering all over them last night," Cory taunted, arching an eyebrow when just then, Drake threw back his head and belted out in laughter.

"Come on, guys, let's head out; sorry, Dayana, meant nothing by it, just missed you, is all. Whoever you are, the moment you fuck up, Dayana will be mine, be sure of it," Drake warned before he and his friends headed off towards the gym to run some drills before their basketball season started.

"Who the fuck was that?" Cory asked, wondering how many other guys he was going to have to beat off with a stick, or should he just drop the cash and just invest in a flamethrower. Watching how she looked away in shame of her past actions.

"Cory, you remember how I used to party?"

"Wait, you telling me he was one of those guys?" Noting how she weakly nodded. "How many others, Dayana? Am I going to have to constantly fend off some jackoff that has some perverse sense of entitlement when it comes to you?" Cory inquired, not to berate his sister, just to know what to look out for.

"None, Cory," Dayana answered, staring down at the tops of her feet. "Drake has a thing for me, always has since we both started in Freshmen year."

"Ah, alright, well, want to go home?" Cory asked, pointing his thumb over his shoulder.

"Yes, please," Dayana said, smiling as she lifted her head. "So am I going to like have to watch out for him?" he quired as he waved to where Drake had ambled in.

"No," shaking her head, "we dated once... for like a month before I found him sucking face with some cheerleader. When you know when I hadn't had a..." Rolling her hand, referencing how her ex couldn't give her an orgasm, "I hadn't seen Drake until I grew so frustrated with the lack of one in that relationship, well, pretty much all of them, and found him at one of the parties I used to go to and well... he started the whole thing. He's a nice guy, a little possessive, but a nice guy. But he respects that boundary unless I'm the one that approaches him. It's like when my friends tried with you. He'll back off, I assure you," Dayana patted Cory's left arm as they sauntered off to his car.

"Okay, Dayana, what did you mean this morning when you said you invested Cory's money?" Celeste asked, leaning back in the arm chair. Her index finger rested against her left cheek bone as her elbow rested on the armrest of the chair, her eyes on her son; she knew they had much more work to do. Yet it was the fact that Cory recognized their attempts to right their wrongs.

"Well, all I did was use what I've learned so far to set us up," Dayana said from their couch as her hand slipped into Cory's.

"Oh? And just what have you invested in?" Celeste uttered in a curious tone, with a little wave for Dayana to elaborate.

"So far, I have had a good run on playing the stock market. Yet now that we have enough, for now, we just use the interest to in our account to buy into more long-term stocks and only sell of our shares only if we need money right quick. Plus, the interest we don't use, I've started to funnel some of it to our IRAs we've set up, so if things hold steady for a few years. If my calculations are correct. We'll be set, comfortably, not filthy rich. Just so I can stay home and raise our baby," Dayana said, snuggling up to him, shooting him a devilish smirk as he eyed her.

"I see; well, you are adults now, and if you're chipping in on the bills, I don't see why we should wait on building that apartment down in the basement. It'll just take some time to remodel it. Yet, if you want this to be your own, your father and I will cover the cost of the building supplies, but you'll be responsible for outfitting the bathroom the way you want it," Celeste said, noting how Dayana got a gleam in her eye.

"Does Dad still uses that software he showed us that one time?" Dayana asked, wondering if they could use it to design how they wanted how it all would look, with a very large bathroom where they could have long relaxing baths together.

"I don't know, he might; I'll ask him when I go to pick him up from the airport," Celeste said, glancing at the time on their cable box, noting she had to leave in ten minutes for her husband's late flight. "We might need to contract out to a plumber to get your bathroom set up as you want it, but if we do, that will be your responsibility."

"Okay..." Celeste arched an eyebrow as the two of them whispered to one another; she could have sworn she heard something about the Meta. To what this Meta was, she hadn't a clue. "How much do you think a plumber would cost?"

"How about we save those types of questions for your father. Cory," Celeste cooed, crossing her silk stocking-covered legs, wondering if he was pondering on what she was wearing beneath her skirt as her gaze fell on him.

"No."

"But you don't even know what I'm going to ask?!" Celeste pouted when Cory cut off her question before she could even ask it.

"It's the same question you asked me the last time Dad came home; I'm not letting you in, my baby, you monster?!" Cory teased, remembering the day of his graduation.

"Cory?! You know I can drive, please, Cory?! It be so cool seeing Jairo's jaw just dropping when I pick him up in it. Plus... if you let your Dad drive home, he'd be so happy," Celeste sighed.

"You honestly think I'm let you go anywhere in my car alone?" Cory shot his mother a questioning look.

"But you let Jairo drive it?!"

"Yeah, but Dad doesn't drive like he's some '20s moonshiner trying to out run the law," Cory jested, watching his mother fall back against her chair in laughter.

"Then come along; I don't mind it one bit," Celeste purred as her eyes ran down her son's body since it had been some time, three days in fact, that she and Cory had been together, knowing Jairo would be having a three-day weekend due to all the hours they've put into the project so far. It was always something she did so she would be nice and tight for her husband the first night he was back.

"Yeah, like we wouldn't be late at all," Cory retorted, knowing if that look meant anything, then he was assured that sex would be involved.

"Now, Cory, you know what I normally do when your father comes home; now, that doesn't mean you won't get a little reward," Celeste answered with a seductive smirk.

"Alright, no making out in or on my car, we clear?!" Cory said with an evil grin at his mother's affront look.

"Cory, be reasonable now; you expect me to go throughout the drive and not make out with that man?" Celeste asked dreamily.

"Oh, didn't say anything outside of my car, just in or on it. Are you saying you can't control yourself?" Cory inquired, mimicking his father's tone when he would use that line.

"But I'm sure that rule doesn't apply to you, now, does it?" Celeste mused; the heat in her eyes flared when her son had that smirk of his on his lips. "Shall we?" she asked with a wave of her hand towards the door.

"When you get back, my room," Dayana said low, getting a sweet kiss in before Cory rose from his seat.

Cory just looked at his mother very, very oddly as she bounced and wiggled in the driver's seat. He was a little worried about her sanity as she was cooing and mewing to the car as she stroked the steering wheel as if it was a lover. Then fear swelled within his heart, wondering if he had made the wrong choice as his mother peered over at him as he saw the rising of the demon inside of her. "You ready, baby?" Cory's eyes shot to the hood scoop of his car as it shook as his mother revved the engine, pondering if he would survive the trip. Nodding, swallowing hard as the sound of his buckle clicking filled the air. Without further ado, his mother unceremoniously threw the shifter into reverse, barking the tires a little as she made the rear-end squat for a brief second before shooting down the street.

"Where did Grandpa teach you, the backroads of the Appalachians?" Corry asked, being thrown sideways in his seat as his mother gave his car some extra gas to quickly get around a car as they merged onto the interstate.

"No, silly, this abandoned airfield that used to be a military base before it shut down after WWII, and then the State just let it go to shit, and well, you know how things are with government types," Celeste chuckled, feeling the hum of the engine just responding to her touch. How the car moved effortlessly as it sought to heed her commands. "He would take me out there for... think it was like four months, only on the weekends though, and taught me everything he knew about handling muscle cars without letting all that power get away from you."

"And how did he learn it?" Cory asked, rolling his hands, carefully watching his mother. While he could handle his car now, yet not the way, his mother was.

"Well... guess it can't hurt to tell you now since Dad is gone now, but growing up, we did hit some hard times, as a whole, and my grandpa," her hand lightly touched her chest before returning back to the wheel, "he used to be one of those moonshiners' back in prohibition, and Dad used to do some runs for him whenever he needed the extra cash. Then when Grandpa died, he showed Dad where his still was. Dad never touched it after he died until... the slump in the 70s and 80s hit, then he started resuming the runs on weekends. Until we got back on our feet, that was an every-weekend thing. Then when we did, Dad's shine was so popular he only did a month run until he got too old to run it."

"Really? You're telling me great-granddaddy was a moonshiner?" Cory spoke in disbelief as his mother nodded. "I'm assuming Grandpa didn't let his still just be lost, did he?"

"No," Celeste said with a devious grin as the street lamps danced along her face as they sped towards downtown. "I'm not going to tell you where Dad's still is; he made me and your uncle promise not to tell anyone where it was unless it was to pass it down."

"So... does it still run?"

"To my understanding, it does; your uncle runs it now; why sometimes you see something new at his place just show up. He only does it when he needs the extra cash for his toys," Celeste said with a dismissive wave.

"No moonshine runs in my car," Cory teased as he relaxed the longer they drove on.

"Yes, dear," Celeste smirked, the light of the dash playing along her face at the growl of his exhaust as she throttled up, passing a '90s-style Corvette that was doing seventy in the middle lane. "Why do you ask, sweety?" she asked, taking the exit to the highway that the airport laid on. "Are you wanting some tips on how to handle this pony?" Celeste's sultry tone filled the cabin as she reached over and rubbed high on the inside of his leg.

"Maybe," Cory muttered low, shyly looking out the passenger window.

"Don't worry, baby, when your Dad goes back out of town, I'll show you," Celeste purred, knowing what the end of those lessons would entail.

"Honey?!" Celeste squealed in happiness at the sight of her husband as he walked out to greet them once he had exited the terminal.

Cory noted how the display, or more importantly, the way his mother's breasts bounced in her shirt at that moment, held the passing men's view and some of the women as well before they ambled off back to their own lives. Looking away at the display that was going on, hoping his parents didn't get taken in due to how wanton his mother's greeting was to his father.​