He just couldn't shake it. Being with Hillary's mom was just wrong, and yet here he was, in bed with her. The bedroom door was wide open! Kyle had intended to try Hillary first, a purely spicy fling, but when Hillary's mom answered the door and looked him up and down, in a bathrobe no less, he'd thought, why not?

And yet now, he had to suppress a series of shudders. Sure, some were pleasant, but many weren't. They were downright creepy!

Hillary's mom – he didn't even know her name! – was a lonely single mom who had a few small jobs going but was home today because she had felt like it. She collected an obscene amount of alimony and child support from her ex husband so she never really had to work. Kyle opened his right eye and found himself staring directly at a sharp stud, and closed it immediately.

"Tell me you've done this before!" It wasn't a question, but certainly sounded like one. "A hottie like you can't possibly be a virgin!"

He gasped and tried to envision every kind of grapefruit imaginable, to help his predicament, but she was mightily determined to keep him going. He tried valiantly to distance himself from the situation, to get a more clinical approach to the proceedings.

He wasn't with Hillary's mom; he was just with a ferocious, hungry, love-starved she-beast.

The fact she wore a full body black leather outfit didn't help. It was the reason he kept his eyes shut; he didn't want to get poked in the eye by one of the sharp metal studs everywhere. Yet oddly the sharpest metal points were on places where he'd previously found he liked looking! Not anymore; he would be scarred for life!

Thankfully it didn't take very long for her to get thoroughly excited. She scooted down his legs and said with a mad cackle, "I'm ready; let's see if you are!" He shut his eyes tightly and tried in vain to ignore what she was doing.

It wasn't terrible he concluded, but it was just plain wrong! He'd never do this again! It was bitterly sweet if anything. That of course and creepy with a capital C.

When his body suddenly tightened and the smell of ozone permeated the air, he knew belatedly it had happened again. This time he didn't even have the chance to warn her. He opened his eyes after he heard a heavy crash on the floor beside the bed. Maybe the lamp had fallen?

Kyle wasn't that lucky. Hillary's mom's face was covered in soot and her previously tight grey curls were bone straight in every direction. What was different however was her right hand gripping fiercely at her chest. Kyle blinked once then a second time before he fully realized what had happened.

She was dead.

He couldn't just leave her like that of course so he got up and knelt beside her after he'd pulled his pants back up. Kyle put his hand on the lady's chest and concentrated.

"Mom, can you please keep it down," shouted Hillary. "Fantasies are good and all but you're a dis—" Hillary stood frozen just inside the door to her mother's bedroom, with her eyes locked on his. "Distinguished woman, poised and discrete in public," she finished, every ounce drained from her.

The lights flickered and went out as he revived Hillary's mom. She looked wildly from side to side and mumbled, "Where am I? What happened?"

Kyle smiled to her and said, "Good thing I heard you calling for help ma'am. If I hadn't come in time, you might have actually died." He stood up woodenly and walked beside Hillary, whose jaw was working soundlessly like a zombie.

He got to the front door before Hillary called his name and rushed down the long hallway. "Kyle, aren't you forgetting your shirt?" She raced down the stairs and handed it to him.

"Thanks Hillary," he said with little emotion.

"Why my mom?" she asked, still shocked.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he lied. And boy did he lie badly.

"I would have been willing!" she wailed, and clutched his bare arm as he put on his shirt.

"Do you want that to happen to you too?" With his eyes he pointed at Hillary's mother, who appeared from the hallway.

"I trust I won't see you again young man?" It wasn't a question but an order.

"No ma'am." He turned to Hillary, and finished, "I'll be invisible."

With those few words he left the expensive house. He was at a loss as to what he should do. Neither sugar, nor spice, nor bittersweet old spice lifted this curse.

He'd just have to do it himself, and impregnate women from a distance.

It was the only way.

He walked home, feeling dejected. Well, at least two people, mother and daughter, were already done. He'd only needed to know Hillary was willing before he'd gone ahead. Even with her clothing on, she'd never noticed a single near microscopic amount of fluid floating through the air between them.

Now if only Amanda and Jessi returned to him. He hadn't seen either of them after that day, one week ago. He knew now he'd clumped them a little too close together. Oh well, life was for learning and he'd learned that lesson well.

FIN

Author's Note: Yeah, I know I will have creeped out just about every Kyle XY fan out there, myself included! _ I think it was something in my drink. I'll stick to that explanation ok?