Overwatch High

I don't own Overwatch.

My mother tended to overreact to things… which is why I didn't tell her, among other things, about my relationship status. But as I walked into the security office to pick her up, the air was thick with Malice as my Mother and My aunt radiated a dark anime energy that even the security guards were desperately trying to avoid.

"Mom what did you do?" I interrupted as the malice seemed to vanish as they turned to me.

"Oh sweetie nothing…" she laughed lightly.

"She crashed into a powerline. But it wasn't her fault." Nova replied, expertly ignoring my mother's dark glare as she smiled at me. "We were just discussing her predicament. And I was suggesting she cooked dinner for your school tonight."

"And I was suggesting I take a Queen of Blades bottle and shove it right up your-!"

"Mom." I growled sternly, and mom cleared her throat.

Aunt Nova however got this odd look on her face, and leaned close to my mother… she whispered something that made my mother's face turn red. But she stomped towards me and grabbed my arm, dragging me out as Nova followed.

"Fine I'll fucking fix dinner but I need a room! I'm not leaving my son here with YOU in charge…"

"Oh yes, I'M the one that's the problem as USUAL." She replied rather childishly as she walked quickly ahead to lead my mother to the kitchen, "I'm trying to be civil, Sarah, you're the one with the issue!"

"Don't think!-" my mother began coolly, staring my aunt down who amazingly stood her ground, "I don't know what you would've done if left him alone with you! I know your habits…"

"And I know yours… I'm surprised he hasn't run away from you yet." Nova replied knowingly and glanced at me, and smiled, "How often does she drink Scott?"

"Do not TALK to my son." Mom spat.

"He's my nephew and I'd like to know him…" she said casually.

"I'm sure you would…"

"ENOUGH!" came a new voice, Ms. Ana and Mrs. Lacroix were suddenly here, and, amazingly, my mother and my Aunt went rigid. Apparently, Ms. Ana's badassery went deeply ingrained. "You two are, sort of, family and you are acting like CHILDREN. Do I have to treat you as such!?"

"No ma'am…" they replied together, properly admonished, not meeting her stern gaze. Apparently cowed into submission by Ms. Ana.

"Then knock it off. Scott, go do something that doesn't involve your mother and I'll have a word with these two…" I wasn't one to argue with quite possibly the most dangerous mother in the room, so with one last apologetic look to my mother I left her at the mercy of Ms. Ana and I went to the arcade to unwind.

…I lost track of time… damn time crisis 2… at any rate, it was a long time before I realized how late it was, barely making it back in time for dinner. And checking my phone for any emergency calls, I was a little more suspicious that I didn't have any. I had dinner, and it tasted like moms cooking so I know she did it… And I didn't hear any police sirens so there was what as well…

I sighed to myself and called her… voice mail. That was odd. But deciding I should talk to Ms. Ana it suddenly rang again. And I answered immediately.

"Sweetie!" there was cheering in the background and laughter… so a bar. "Sweetie! Sweetie hi! I'm just at the hotel bar with your aunt!"

"Scott?!" came a voice, over the phone. "Tell him I'm here! Hi Scott!"

"Shh! Shhhh!" hissed my mother woozily, "I'm trying to talk to Scott…"

Oh god damn it.

With my mother drunkenly chatting in my ear I went looking for the hotel bar. If she was talking to me she wasn't drinking, that was a necessity. After getting directions from hotel staff, who all apparently knew me on sight which wasn't weird at all. I made my way towards the bar to the trio, yes trio, of drunken women…

My mother, obviously. My aunt, apparently. And Mrs. Lacroix, Surprisingly…

"…Oh god damn it…" I grumbled, as a very fit and attractive brunette, ponytailed bartender handed them all another round of… oh fuck queen of blades. "Nope!" I declared shoving it back into the humored but surprised woman's hands. "They've had enough!"

"Scott!" my mother cried happily, hanging up her phone. "I was just… talking with you!" she glomped me and my chest struck the counter painfully as she squeezed.

"Oh, that looks like fun…" Aunt Nova cried, tackling me to the floor as we all went down together, writhing in a mass of limbs on the floor as Mrs. Lacroix looked jealously on. At least she was cognitive enough not to ruin her career or her marriage.

I know, hypocritical of the guy sleeping with her but I'm a giver… I regret nothing.

…Okay that's a lie, I regret the two women on top of me and crushing my ribs…

"Mom! Bones! You're crushing my bones!" I cringed and amazingly they squeezed tighter!...WHOSE HAND WAS THAT!?"

"Shhhh… sweetie…" my mother cooed, rubbing her cheek against my back. "Momma's sleepy."

"Oh god damn it…" I grumbled.

"Need some help?" The bartender laughed, looking at me on the floor.

"Please." I grunted, and fidgeted, whoever's the hand that was it wasn't helping. "…This is getting weird."

"Right hang on." She whistled loudly, "Hey Akande! Give me a hand here, would you?" she smiled politely at the massive bald, black security guard as he adjusted his tie and looked down at me. He laughed a little, a dark menacing chuckle as he lowered himself and with difficulty that surprised him, extracted my relatives from my person.

Clambering up the counter as my strength returned to my limbs, I gave the bartender a thumbs up as my Aunt and Mother went limp in the man's hands. "Thanks…" I grunted.

She smiled good-humoredly before eyeing the man, "I think the boss has had enough. Think you can get them to their rooms?"

"I'll arrange it." He replied with a thick Nigerian accent, draping them onto the counter. Before touching an earpiece in his right ear and walking away, apparently giving orders.

"I can take them I just need to know where to go." I noted, letting my bones reset.

"Penthouse…" Mumbled Aunt Nova blearily pulling a keycard from her pantsuit. "…Handsome nephew will take us…"

"Here Scott take your mother…" Amelie declared, helping my Aunt and handing me her, "These two… honestly a couple of lightweights!" she scoffed dismissively as we carried/dragged them from the bar.

"See you!" smiled the bartender cheerily waved as we made our way to the elevator, but not before Amelie grabbed a bottle of very expensive-looking wine.

Sliding my aunt's keycard into the reader in the elevator we went all the way to the top, my mother blissfully snoring on my shoulder as the elevator opened into the foyer and we exited towards the living room…

"Shoes." My aunt mumbled and off they went before promptly being amazed at the massive apartment that made up my aunt's home. The living room, a lush collection of red carpeting and a corner couch surrounding a TV a movie theater would be jealous of, a kitchen my mother would stab people for, a massive glass wall that allowed us to view the sea for MILES, and apparently a slew of guest rooms…

"…Holy fuck." I mumbled amazed.

"Oui…" Amelie concurred, dropping my Aunt carelessly on the couch as she looked out over the sea, pressing her hand amazingly on the glass as she looked. "Holy shit en effet."

I dragged my mother into a large bedroom towards a bathroom with a shower that you could fit five people in, it even had a seat for some reason. Still, though I stripped my mother down, it wouldn't be the first time, and turned on the shock of cold water…

"Fuck!" my mother shrieked as the water hit her, "Scott!" she hissed but I held the shower shut as the water splashed against her. "I'm awake! I'm awake!"

"Uh huh…" I replied, looking away as she jiggled, "Just wash off the smell mom." I knew full well that she needed a full night's sleep, this wasn't the first time this happened.

"Scott what are you doing!?" Amelie asked amazed as I put my full weight on the shower door as my mother shrieked and shivered.

"Getting her to bathe!" I replied casually, "She'll be better in a minute." And after said minute I decided to give her a proper break and let go. It showed just how drunk my mother was that she didn't just turn the damn shower to warm.

So, I left her in there and walked out of the bathroom with Amelie. Briefly wondering what to do with Nova, I scratched my chin and decided to just tuck her into bed. I lifted her up and carried her to one of her rooms… as I carried her, her arms wrapped around my neck, she mumbled incoherently as I lay her gently on the bed…

And she pulled me to her mouth, she smiled like alcohol but tasted like sugar… I briefly struggled against her grip, but then her hands slipped to my pants and it was like a switch was flipped. "There it is… such a big boy…" she cooed, her face red and her blonde hair disheveled as she slowly unzipped me. "God I've been waiting all day for this…"

Before I knew what was happening I was putty in her hands, she slipped into my zipper and pulled out my erection gently stroking me as I briefly remembered that Amelie was in the next room, but then I heard the TV come un, and then something in French…

…I could spare a moment…

She slipped me into her mouth and instantly my hands went into her hair, "F-fuck…" I hissed as she silently sucked me, but somehow it echoed in my head as her tongue roved around my shaft as her lips pulled up and pushed down. Humming hungrily as she began to speed up, her other hand expertly unbuckling her belt and slipping her hand into her slacks… working herself up as she quickly hastened her blowjob and looked up at me with half-lidded eyes, drunken eyes.

However whether it was liquor or arousal I didn't know and honestly didn't care… and apparently neither did she, wrapping her hand not playing with herself around my hips and pulling me deeper, filling her throat as she gagged eagerly on my length.

"Mon Amore!" came the sing-song French-accented voice of Amelie as she entered the room.

…I'm ashamed to admit I came a little in my aunt's mouth, she groaned a little surprised, but apparently accepted the challenge and wrapped her arms around my length and blew away, her head moving back and forth on my length as unconcerned at my predicament Amelie approached me.

She smelled like hard booze, and she was swinging the bottle of expensive liquor she had grabbed and before I could stop her she took a swig and kissed me.

It burned a little, and the smell went up my nostrils and straight into my brain. And… amazingly… she grabbed my aunt's head with her other hand and shoved her down my cock roughly, burying her nose into my shorts as she jerked her aggressively.

"Get a mouthful chienne." She hissed angrily, "Better warm him up for me!" she painfully moved my aunt's head up and down my length, and honestly? I didn't fucking care… Nova gagged and coughed as Amelie violated her throat with my dick. I felt too good, and felt too… high to care…" I took the bottle of booze from Amelie who seemed to be more focused on my pleasure than I was.

LINDHOLM-MADE… was that suppose to be a joke? Before my addled mind could think about it however Amelie forced me to drink more of it.

And… consequences be damned… I grabbed my aunt's head and shoved myself down her throat, collapsing onto the bed as she struggled at my violation, then I began thrusting. Using her mouth like a pussy… In fact Amelie's pussy… which meant.

"Cumming!" I declared angrily, thrusting deep into her whimpering throat and releasing. "Get pregnant this time you French whore…"

Amelie watched intently, taking a swig of the bottle as she played with herself… "Imprégner sa gorge…" she moaned, twitching as she ogasmed a little. I ripped my cock from my aunt's mouth, she coughed and gagged, spilling a little swallowed seed onto her lips, but she hungrily lapped at it with her tongue...

"Tasty…" she moaned, her hands raising slowly to strip off her jacket and blouse, "…Oh god it been so long…" soon she was naked with clothes lying everywhere as I clambered towards and impatient looking Amelie and forced her onto her knees. I took the bottle of pun-named beer and purred a little onto my cock and her lips, soaking her shirt that she quickly removed but not before her mouth took my cock for a turn. Now only in her bra and panties

I violently thrust into her accepting mouth, pulling her the full length of my cock, back to the tip and deep to the root, each time. Nova used her fingers, watching her nephew fuck his teacher was apparently a turn on. A blissful look of manic arousal crossed her features as she watched me go…

"Cumming…" I declared bluntly, grabbing Amelie by her ponytail and pulling her down my cock, uncaring whether she liked it or not. But judging how greedily she lapped at my cock and how hungrily she swallowed my load I think she liked it. I tossed her away as she gasped for air, stroking my spent erection to cajole the last of my release onto her skin… her hands absently moved. Rubbing in my seed as she panted for breath on the floor.

I took another swig of the drink. Yep. Still burned… but my body seemed to be reacting automatically. I turned towards my beautiful aunt, her platinum blond hair disheveled, her pert red nipples hard on her nice pair of breasts, and she slowly spread her legs. Licking her lips expectantly.

I slammed the bottle on the nightstand and crawled between her legs. She gazed excitedly down her chest as I began sloppily probing her pussy, it was becoming increasingly wetter by the second. "Get inside me…" she panted, her face red, her eyes wide, "I need you inside me."

And right now I needed a hole. I didn't care whose.

"OH yes!" she screamed delightedly, feeling my cock fill her as I gripped her tits and pulled myself deeper in. "Fuck yes!" I bounced away inside her, she bit her lips trying to restrain her shrieking and screaming as her pussy squeezed me. Slowly Amelie sat up and watched jealously as I slammed away in my aunt, her fingers rubbing her panties as she stared at our connection.

"Fuck! Fuck me!" she laughed, her hands rising above her head and gripping the bedsheets tightly, "Fucking use me! Fuck yeah!" she was wild, manic, but felt fucking amazing… "God yes! So much better than your mother!"

"God damn it Nova." Came a familiar voice, and I slammed deep into my aunt, and fired…

"Fuck he's so good!" Nova laughed, squeezing me tightly with her legs as I filled her. "So much better then Val! Yes! YES baby!" she looked at me lovingly, rubbing my back with her legs as the owner of said familiar voice approached and grabbed me by the back of the neck.

"Fucking damn it NOVA!" the beautiful redheaded woman roared, "THIS is why I didn't want you near him!" my mother, because that's who she was through the beer goggles, glared at my Aunt's messy pussy.

"I need him…" she begged manically, "…Let him have some more…"

"NO!" my mother declared, not noticing Amelia crawl around behind her towards the bottle of liquor. "You want to fuck 'family' go fuck Val again…"

"But he's not as good." Nova whimpered, "…Cum on… have a taste…" she spread her legs and my Mother turned away, "…Just like old times…" my cock throbbed at the implication, ignoring the fact that my mother and Aunt have apparently slept together.

"Fucking damn it Nova you better be pilled up." She replied about to turn away but suddenly Amelie tilted the bottle above her head and shoved the neck into her mouth…

A strange look appeared on my mother's face as Amelie essentially drugged her with whatever the fuck was in that thing. But my mother seemed to instantly hit her final and most dangerous stage of drunkenness. 'Horny slut' I had only seen it once and it only happened rarely…

Somewhere in the back of my mind I noted never, ever, let anyone near that liquor again.

My mother, possessing a surprising strength spread my Aunt's legs apart as she squealed in happiness, then she proceeded to eat her out, eagerly lapping her pussy and my seed. "…Needs more iron…" my mother nodded absently, "…Fucking tasty…" she moaned, burying her face into my Aunt. Hungrily slurping up my essence.

I hardened at the sight, then turned my attention to Amelie, she smiled seductively at me and drank the rest of the bottle. Letting her violet panties hit the floor she spread her pussy, and fingered me closer. I shoved her to the floor, she laughed as I lifted her hips high into the air and pinned her shoulders to the ground. I was going to shoot my load straight into her womb, scissoring her as I slowly penetrated her pussy.

"Fuck, j'avais besoin de toi mon amour!" she whimpered as I began slamming deep into her. "Baise ta petite pute française!" she whined, her arousal spreading everywhere as I fucked away. I barely understood her sober, no way could I keep track drunk. So I just decided to do what I usually did with her… I slammed deep and filled her pussy, she screamed in delight along with my aunt who had reached her climax as well. I callously let Amelie drop to the floor, her pussy spilling seed as she did.

And my attention returned to my Aunt and my beautiful mother…

"Go deeper! God go deeper Sarah!" she begged happily, cumming again and squirting on my mother, "I missed you!"

"You were always such a whore…" my mother said coldly, a side effect of 'Horny Slut' mode, "I'm surprised you never fucked the Old Cock…"

"He was too limp! You feel the best!" she replied deliriously, shaking erotically as my mother continued playing with her.

I watched my mother's ass bounce up and down as she licked my aunt… it was right there… begging. Tempting… she had such an amazing figure… and I was still horny…

My hands were rubbing her hips before I could stop myself, and I lifted her up higher… my cock gently kissed her pussy… but somewhere in my mind stopped me…

It didn't stop me from fucking… just her pussy. I lowered, aimed… and thrust deep into my mother's ass. She jumped and screamed into my Aunt's pussy. And very briefly was bought out of 'Horney Slut'… but quickly dropped back in… moaning as I carefully moved in and out of her tight accepting ass.

Tonight I was going to do what I want… and I wanted to fuck my mother's ass…

I'll deal with the therapy later for this one.

My aunt apparently couldn't take the sight, her whole body shook, and she collapsed, exhausted on the bed. Too many orgasms and stimulation apparently finally slammed her mind. But I wasn't done, I pinned my mother to the bed. She moaned softly but didn't say anything as I looked her in the eyes and kept moving…

Right now she wasn't my mother, she was Sarah… and right now as my cock throbbed deep in her ass I wanted to blow my load inside her…

She began panting, watching me as she felt me approach my orgasm, she seemed determined not to look away… then as I approached, she spoke. Softly, kind of empty.

"You cumming? You cumming in your mother's ass?"

"Yeah…" I replied, speeding up in her ass as she expertly squeezed her hole, making it tighter. Each stroke amazingly felt like smooth silky around my cock as it tried to pull my seed from my balls, "I need to cum inside you asshole…" I begged as the feeling only intensified.

"…You only get ONE." She said with such finality it knocked me out of my haze… but it was too late. She gasped exotically and I came, deep inside her tight accepting ass. She bit her lip lovingly as she felt me throb inside her, stroking my leg with her hand… then slowly, awkwardly I pulled out…

She stood up and faced me quietly, "Go to bed." She said finally. Pointing out of the room… and then her eyes, as if she was in a trance, rolled up into her head and she collapsed onto the floor with an uncomfortable moan…

My own head rang as rubbed it, groaning slightly as I mechanically obeyed my mother's words. Grabbing my pants absently I walked out towards an opposite guest room, my head suddenly ringing. My eyes suddenly spinning, I crawled into the room, and onto the bed… then with one last mighty attempt… I collapsed and was out.

I woke to an angry horrified shriek, followed by shrieks of surprise and shame as I woke up. Everything suddenly came hurtling back. And I yanked on my pants, scrambling out of the room right as Amelie did the same, still very naked and in her underwear.

It wasn't anything I hadn't seen before, but her mind instantly connected the dots and remembered that my mother was behind her! She shrieked, "Scott look away!"

"SCOTT!?" came my mother and my aunt united. "DON'T COME IN HERE!" they screamed together and instantly I ran back into the room and listened as they scrambled and screamed expletives.

"Where are my pants?!"

"Where are MY pants!?"

"What the hell did we drink last night!?"

"What did we do!?"

And other such words that went back and forth between them.

I sighed… in a little relief, I apparently remembered but they didn't… I could live with that secret, I already had a few I'll keep this one between me and my eventual therapist… and maybe Lena. I might need to talk to Lena.

However, suddenly my aunt screamed in fury. "I TOLD that… that… SWEDE, NOT to sell her experimental bootleg booze!" then came a shattering bottle and she stomped out of the room a little better dressed in a bathrobe. "God damn it!"

"Swede is the best you got?" My mom asked confused.

"She's too nice for me to really say anything bad about her!"

"Can I come out now?" I asked calmly as they immediately cleaned themselves a little better.

"Y-yes Scott it's fine now." I left my room to find them in bathrobes and toned down versions of their clothes, trying as best they could not to look like they were about to walk the walk of shame. But we know better.

"Um… Scott how did we get here?" my mother asked nervously, and I told them the relative truth. I carried them here with Amelie, then I lied, they had another round and sent me to bed. And while they were a bit load I told them nothing bad happened…

…God that makes me feel bad… but I'll deal with that later. After a bit of a clean-up and borrowed clothes my mother, surprisingly shook my Aunt's hand. "…I suppose I hated you the least…" she said calmly. "…Why don't you visit for the holidays…" she said softly, sighing as if she couldn't believe her own words. "Just you."

"I'd like that…" she replied, watching as we all approached the elevator, "Oh… Scott." She added as I looked over my shoulder, my eyes widened as she opened her robe above her thigh, revealing her naked and very aroused crotch, then she licked her lips with a knowing smile and a manic glint in her eyes. "…It was nice 'getting to know you'…" she said with a hint of danger, but immediately went back to 'normal' as my mom and Amelie turned in the elevator to wave her off as it shut, her smile just a little more… seductive.

…Well fuck she remembered… don't know how to feel about that.

"…She behaved better than I thought…" my mother said later as we got into her, slightly dented, car for the ride home. "She was a lot wilder in our younger days." She replied as she spotted a well-dressed Nova subtly berating the now sheepish-looking bartender girl from last night.

"I believe it…" I replied, watching my Aunt as we slowly pulled away…

Our eyes met… and she grinned hungrily…

End of Chapter.

Widowmaker's French bits.

Imprégner sa gorge=impregnate her throat

baise ta petite pute française=fuck your little french whore

I'm going to say this right now. I've never really had any regrets about any story that I've written and posted, but I'm going to say it here. I legitimately regretted having Scott have sex with his mother. To the point that I don't consider it canon anymore. I was young and foolish and I had a big head for having a popular story at the time. it was over five years ago as of this posting. But I'm also not going to sensor it. So if anyone ever brings up, "remember that time you had Scott bang his Mom, Sarah Snow (Kerrigan)? That was a good time." I'm going to say it's non-canon. I will accept all future jokes, but again, it's non-canon. Regardless, thank you for reading.

Fun fact: a lot of people didn't realize that Scott's Mother was Sarah Kerrigan until this chapter.