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The Battered Lamp Chapter Eight: The Dream of the Genie

The Battered Lamp by mypenname3000 Chapter Eight: The Dream of the Genie Copyright 2014 Notes: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this. Tuesday, January 19th – South Hill, Washington Kyle, his three wives, and three concubines piled into his mom's SUV. The school had called his mother at work, and she had been furious last night when she had returned home. Kyle had been set down on the couch, Aaliyah on his right, Christy on his left, Fatima on his lap, and his three concubines—Alexina, Chyna, and Shannon—sat on the floor. “What were you thinking, Kyle?” his mother had demanded, her dusky face dark with anger. “Fooling around with a girl at school. Even if she is your concubine.” “It's my fault...” Alexina had started to say. “I very much doubt that, dear.” There was no anger when she addressed the blonde concubine. “Sorry, Mom,” Kyle answered. It had been a long time since he had been in trouble, and he felt like a mouse before the owl, trying to cower into the couch. “Just sorry?” “I... I let myself get carried away.” “And has there been any other messing around at school?” Kyle and his harem all claimed no, shaking their heads emphatically. She frowned at their attempts at innocence. “I don't want to hear about any more hanky-panky. You keep that stuff to the privacy of your bedroom.” “Yes, mom.” “No car or allowance for two months.” She fixed her eyes on the women. “And none of you give him any of your allowances.” “But...” Aaliyah started to say, then shrank back. “Yes, ...

... mother.” “He needs money to pay concubine dowries,” Fatima pointed out. “Don't you have enough concubines, Kyle?” Her eyes had flickered to the three sitting on the floor. “I'm mean, Shannon's my age. Isn't this a little much? How many women do you need?” Kyle had shrugged, not sure how to answer his mom and tell her about the desires Aaliyah had unleashed in him. “Your son is a great man,” Aaliyah had stated. “And great men need lots of women.” “Great men don't think with their cocks! They don't break the school rules and almost get in real trouble! You could have messed up your enitre future, Kyle! How great would you be if you don't get into college?” “Your son will be great regardless of college.” Aaliyah had reached over and had squeezed his hand. “Well you can be a great man without allowance or a car. So I guess you won't be getting any more concubines for a while.” “He has enough money,” Shannon had piped in. “He has my savings now, that should be more than enough to cover any new concubines.” “Fine.” His mom had eyed everyone. “You will all be in trouble if I hear there's any hanky-panky going on at school. I was a teenage girl once, and I know just how much your hormones are raging. Kyle is not the only one guilty in this mess.” Her lecture had gone on for another fifteen minutes, and then she let them stew while she cooked dinner. After dinner, Kyle and his harem had retired to his room, and that had quickly devolved into an orgy. His bed had grown large enough to fit ...