*I’ve written this story through chapter 19. The novel is complete.* *All chapters are available on my website. You can find the link in my Reddit profile if you’re interested. If you prefer to wait, I’ll post about a chapter a month here. All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!*
*Previous chapters:*
[Chapter 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hkqfii/theres_something_in_the_water_chapter_1_mf_inc/)
[Chapter 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hunp8c/theres_something_in_the_water_chapter_2_mf_inc/)
[Chapter 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/i3kyqr/theres_something_in_the_water_chapter_3_mf_inc/)
[Chapter 4 Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ihrz45/theres_something_in_the_water_chapter_4_part_1_mf/)
[Chapter 4 Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ihrzrg/theres_something_in_the_water_chapter_4_part_2_mf/)
[Chapter 5 Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/TheDarkStone/comments/j6x53g/theres_something_in_the_water_chapter_5_part_1/)
[Chapter 5 Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/j6x8dg/theres_something_in_the_water_chapter_5_part_2/)
[Chapter 6](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jimel9/theres_something_in_the_water_chapter_6_mf_inc/)
[Chapter 7](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/kb5syy/theres_something_in_the_water_chapter_7_mf_inc/)
[Chapter 8](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/kxxxqy/theres_something_in_the_water_chapter_8_mf_inc/)
[Chapter 9](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/lm5b0d/theres_something_in_the_water_chapter_9_mf_inc/)
“Grab the car keys, Mom.” Roy pulled on his jacket and stood by the front door. “I need a ride.”
“It’s a school night.” Amanda put down her magazine and walked into the hall. Sure enough, Roy looked ready to head out. “Where are you going?”
“I’d rather not say.” Roy smiled at his mom.
“I’m not taking you anywhere at this hour, young man.” Amanda crossed her arms and planted her feet.
“Where’s Dad?” Roy lowered his voice to a whisper.
“He’s in his study, working.” Amanda raised her eyebrows and cocked her head at Roy.
“Come here,” Roy whispered.
Amanda moved down the hall toward her son. “Yes?”
Roy leaned in to whisper in her ear, “Do you want my dick again?”
After a long pause, Amanda nodded her head.
“Well, then.” Roy leaned away from her and gave her a good-natured smack on the ass. “Please go grab those keys and put on a coat.”
Amanda avoided Roy’s smug gaze and hustled to do as he asked. She stopped in and told Nathaniel that she needed to take Roy to a function at school. It was a flimsy excuse, but her husband grunted an affirmative and didn’t look up from his work.
Mother and son got into the car and she drove. Roy directed her across town to a dark, quiet street with charming bungalows. She parked outside a blue and white house with the lights on inside.
Roy pulled his sweater down over his fat belly and tucked it into the front of his pants. He took a deep breath. Amanda watched him closely, fingers fidgeting on the steering wheel. The car popped and whined a little as the engine cooled.
“I’m nervous, Mom.” Roy looked at his beautiful, pale mother in the dim light. Her dark eyes and black hair blended into the evening.
“Well, if you told me what this was about, maybe I could help you.” She patted Roy’s thigh. “Is this about a girl.” She was hopeful Roy might be turning his colossal gadget on women his own age.
“Yeah, it’s about a girl.” Roy’s shoulders relaxed a little. “I could use your help. Could you blow me, please?” Roy untucked his sweater and lowered his pants and underwear. His hard dick stood at attention.
“What?” Amanda looked around at the empty street with wide eyes. “Now?”
Roy nodded. He watched the cross on her necklace slip out of her dress and hang down as she lowered her mouth to his dick. “Oh, yeah, Mom.” He put his hands on the back of her head and gripped her silky hair. “If I cum, it’ll really calm me down.”
“Mmmmmpppphhhhh.” Amanda allowed his massive cudgel down her throat. She’d become so good at pleasing Roy orally. But she really wanted this to be over quickly, before someone walked by with their dog, or got home late from work. She took long gurgling strokes, massaging Roy’s overripe balls with her left hand.
“I’m not usually nervous … these days … with women.” Roy was about ready to blast. “It’s just … I think her husband’s home … and I’m not sure about the sweat … aaaaahhhhhhhhhh.” He gripped her hair tighter and pushed her head all the way down on his dick as he came.
Amanda had only a second to try to make sense of Roy’s words. Then she was a slave to ecstasy as she choked on and swallowed Roy’s massive load.
By the time Amanda regained her senses, Roy had already opened the door. “Wait for me. I shouldn’t be too long.”
Amanda looked up at him as she lay on her stomach in the front seat.
“Also, you’ll probably want to clean that up before it stains.” Roy pointed to the cum that dribbled out of the side of her mouth and pooled on the seat below. “Bye, Mom.” Roy slammed the door and jogged circles over the front lawn.
“My, gosh,” Amanda whispered to herself as she wiped her chin with the back of her hand. She sat up and watched Roy jog around for a few minutes. He then tucked in his sweater again, combed his dark hair back with his fingers, and went to ring the doorbell. Amanda recognized the blonde that answered the door. It was one of Roy’s teachers. The woman shook her head several times and Roy nodded back at her. Amanda couldn’t hear what they were saying. After a minute of back and forth, the blonde woman let Roy into the house and closed the door after them.
“Poor woman,” Amanda whispered. She leaned over the seat and reached into the back where Roy had left one of his sweaters. But before she could mop up the cooling semen, she found herself with her face back down in it, licking up every last drop. She trembled as the salty protein dissolved on her tongue. When she was done, Amanda sat back up, wiped her spit off the seat with Roy’s old sweater, and waited for him to finish with his teacher.
~~
“I’m happy he socked that fat boy, Susy.” Fred looked approvingly around the dinner table. Susy had a worried and almost anxious expression on her face. His eldest daughter, Sally, had come home for a surprise visit that afternoon, and she looked more bemused than anything else. Patrick avoided his father’s gaze, but Fred could see blossoming confidence in his son. “And if Pat was late for dinner because he was with some girl, great. Patrick needs more women, and fights, in his life.”
“But …” Susy didn’t know how much she dared say to her husband and daughter.
“Yes?” Fred looked at his wife with an eyebrow raised. “But what? You don’t want our kid to grow into a man?”
“I just …” Susy sighed. “I thought you’d be harder on him.”
“Well, I think my little brother looks good after a fight.” Sally smiled and pushed her red hair behind her shoulders. “You’re one cool cat, dummy.”
“Shut up.” Patrick’s cheeks flushed and he pushed his peas around on his plate. “What are you doing here, anyway?” He adjusted his glasses and looked at Sally out of the corner of his eyes. Was she really over their awkwardness after that one early morning in the hall?
“Jack had a business trip, so I thought I’d spend a few days at home.” Sally pressed her pink lips into a line. “I thought you’d be happy to see me.”
“We are, sugar.” Susy gave Patrick a reproachful look and nudged his leg with her foot under the table. “Patrick, try to be nicer to your big sister. I honestly don’t know what’s going on with you two.”
“Okay.” Patrick ate in silence as his father regaled the table with stories of fights from his own youth.
~~
Roy was surprised when his teacher’s husband seemed unaffected by Roy’s presence. Caroline Rodgers squirmed and fidgeted, rubbing her legs together. So, something was working. But Roy thought the man was supposed to go comatose. That’s what experience had taught him. The couple had been in the living room watching television when Roy paid them a call. Roy and Caroline now stood in the doorway as Mr. Rodgers watched Dragnet from the couch to their left.
“Roy, this is my husband Bernard.” Caroline stood with her hands clasped in front of her blue skirt. Her white blouse barely contained her expanded breasts. “Bernard, Roy stopped by to ask a question about homework. His mother is waiting in the car outside and Roy will be going soon.”
“Okay.” Bernard looked over, registered the pudgy teenager standing next to his wife and then looked back at the television. He didn’t want to miss anything interesting.
“You have a lovely home.” Roy reached his left hand behind Caroline and slipped it under her skirt and panties, just above her butt. Even if Bernard wasn’t going to zone out, Roy could maybe salvage this trip.
“Thanks.” Bernard thought Detective Joe Friday was about to solve the case.
“Oh, my.” Caroline squirmed as Roy wiggled a finger into her vagina from behind. She was standing feet away from her husband, and she was letting this deplorable student inside her. Why didn’t she stop him?
“What, honey?” Bernard didn’t take his eyes of the television screen.
“Nothing.” Caroline was now breathing hard as the finger moved around inside her. Her knees trembled and sweat broke out on her forehead. “Enjoy your … show, dear. I’ll be right … back.” Her chest heaved, but her feet wouldn’t move.
Bernard said nothing and stared at the screen.
“Dear?” She was about to orgasm on Roy’s finger and couldn’t run from the room. “Bernard?” The only sound in the room was the television and the faint squelching of her wet vagina. She looked down into Roy’s fat face. “What did you … do to him?”
“Me?” Roy smiled up at her. “I think you did it. It’s your sweat that makes men go all twilight zone. That makes sense.” He sped up his finger, feeling her soft butt wobble around his arm. “I’m the only one figuring this shit out.”
“Ooooohhhhhh.” Caroline orgasmed standing in front of Joe Friday, Bernard, and this teenager. As she shuddered, she felt the boy pulling off her clothes. Soon she was naked, standing in her living room, and so was Roy. “Oh no. Oh gosh. Oh my.” She looked down at Roy’s penis which was clearly a gift from Satan. How had she ever fit that thing inside her.
“Normally, I’d have you start me off with a blowjob, but that’s already taken care of.” Roy pushed her down to her knees and watched her boobs bounce as she landed on the carpet. The areolae were so large and the nipples fat. Her blue eyes looked up at him, pleading. “We can move right to the main course.” Roy put pressure on her shoulders with both hands and dropped her to her hands and knees. The pretty teacher was quite the stunner naked on the living room floor. Her trim waist flared out dramatically to her wide hips and perfectly round ass. Her boobs hung below her, large nipples just kissing the wool of the carpet below. She held her head up, looking at the television.
“What are you going to do?” Caroline hadn’t had sex like a dog before, but she had heard about it. Even though she asked this wretched boy his intent, the situation made itself clear. She sucked in her breath, waiting for that monster to pierce her again. Her eyes watched the black and white images of Dragnet, but took none of it in.
“Hold on a sec, I’m going to get you some better entertainment.” Roy looked around the room, and then moved over to the fireplace. His dick swayed and his belly jiggled as he moved. He pulled the framed wedding photograph off the hook above the mantel and returned to his teacher. “Good girl, you didn’t move.” He put the framed picture down on the carpet, just in front of her splayed fingers. “You can watch this instead of that stupid show.”
“Please …” Caroline didn’t know if she was pleading for him to stop or mount her. She looked down at the photograph. Back all those years ago on her wedding day, she had on her gorgeous white wedding gown, with her new diamond ring sparking in the sunlight. Bernard laughed at something off camera, looking so handsome in his tuxedo. She thought about her past self, this beautiful couple before her, and how they had no idea she’d one day be despoiled on her living room floor while her husband sat by and did nothing.
Roy stepped behind her and lowered himself to his knees. He lightly ran his fingers over the perfect curve of her ass and watched her shiver at his touch. “Get ready, Mrs. Rodgers.” Roy lined himself up with her pussy and pushed in. The knobby dickhead popped inside her snug entrance. “This is gonna become a habit for you, just you wait.” He slid another few inches inside her.
“Bernard … I’m sorry.” Caroline looked down at her wedding photograph and let this boy destroy her wedding vows. She flinched as more and more penis slipped into her. She let out a long, low sigh as her vagina stretched to accommodate him. Pretty soon, she was pushing her butt back against his feral thrusts. The high-pitched sounds of her orgasmic shrieks drowned out Dragnet and resounded around her little bungalow.
Once he came in her pussy, Roy pushed the spasming wife down onto her stomach, pushed her legs together, and mounted her that way. The wedding picture was now right under her nose. He wanted her to look at that unsuspecting couple every time she came. And she came a whole bunch more on his bloated dick.
“Sorry … I’m … oooohhhhhhhh … oh, my gosh … so … sorry,” she babbled as Roy punished her from behind with long powerful thrusts. Her boobs pressed out from her sides as they compacted against the carpet. Sweat dripped off her nose and onto the framed glass. “Please … ooohhhhh …”
“We’re gonna … ah … ah … ah … do this a whole lot more.” Roy placed his hands on the small of her back for better leverage. His belly flopped on her ass every time he bottomed out. “At school … I’m gonna want … some relief … at school … aaaahhhhhhh.” He unloaded inside her and watched the muscles in her back tense as she came on his mighty dick again.
Three times that evening Roy deposited cum in his teacher’s pussy. By the end of it, she was begging for another load. He left her lying naked on the floor, with her husband stupidly sitting by on the sofa a few feet to her left. When Roy got outside, his mom started up the car engine.
“What did you do, Roy?” Amanda asked when Roy got into the car.
“Babies, Mom.” Roy patted his mom’s curvy thigh. “I’m going to have lots of babies.”
Amanda shuddered and drove the automobile away from the curb. He was right. Deep down, she knew her son was right.
~~
The book was open on Patrick’s chest as he lay on his bed. He kept turning pages at the pace he normally would, but the words he read floated right by his busy mind. All he could think about was that Donna was back with her husband at the hotel while Patrick was stuck in his room trying to study. He didn’t know how he was going to wait to see her again. The lamp in his room gave off a warm glow. He tried to focus.
Patrick turned his head as a soft knock sounded on his door. “Come in.” Patrick watched his big sister Sally open the door, softly close it behind her, and walk over to the bed. She looked down at him with her pale blue eyes. Her gaze flitted down to the soft bulge that Patrick’s pajama bottoms couldn’t quite hide, and then back up to his face. Patrick quickly put his hand up to his forehead. Not that he expected any, but no sweat at all, thank goodness.
“Hey, dummy.” Sally sat down on the edge of his bed near Patrick’s feet and clasped her hands in her lap. “I want talk to you about the other night in the hall.”
“What?” Patrick adjusted his thick glasses and looked back at the open book sitting on his chest. “Oh, that was nothing.”
“No, you’re right.” Sally nodded with solemnity. “I was groggy and hungry and I thought you were Jack.” This was a stupid lie, Sally had said things that made it very clear she knew he wasn’t Jack, but it was the sort of lie Sally needed.
“Oh …” Patrick’s impulse was to contradict his sister, but he thought better of it. “That makes sense,” Patrick lied.
“And we didn’t even do anything anyway.” Sally nodded a hopeful smile on her face. “Right, Pat?”
“Right.”
“Okay, that’s settled.” Sally stood and smoothed out her dress. Her boobs strained at the material. “I really came home today just to make sure everything was cool with us.”
“It’s cool, daddio.” Patrick looked up into her eyes and saw the doubt there. “Everything’s fine.”
“Right.” Sally turned and walked to the door. She wondered if Patrick’s eyes were glued to her shapely behind. If so, he was such a pervert. For some reason, that thought sent a little thrill through her. “I’m going to get a snack. Good night.” Without looking back, she opened the door, exited, and closed it behind her.
Patrick let out a long sigh. Well, that was one less woman to think about. He reached over and switched off the lamp. The room fell into darkness. The sooner he went to bed, the sooner tomorrow would come. And that brought Donna closer to him.
~~
A notification sounded indicating that the transformation was complete. Axcix turned her eyes away from the pregnancy tallies to the blinking lights in her display. The outsider had turned completely and now it was ready for release back into the local habitat. Once there, it would stymie and hunt down anyone that tried to interfere with the experiment. A powerful tool.
Maybe she should name it? Any good pet deserved a name. She turned the thought over in her brain, but no ideas presented themselves. Its name had been Smith, and so that’s what Axcix would call it now. She had no time to come up with anything more elaborate.
With the pop of a bubble, Smith was free to return to Portsmith. Groggy, but with a mission clearly in mind, it put one arm in front of the other and pulled itself to the surface of the lake. It sucked in air and then swam for the shore.
~~
“Agent Reynolds? Agent Smith? Dr. Cobb?” Helen Bales walked into the dark hotel room. Where was everyone? “Wendy?” She walked over to the bedside lamp and reached for the switch when a hand darted from the open closet door and grabbed her wrist. Helen shrieked and tried to jump back but the hand held firm. Out of the shadows stepped Agent Reynolds. “Jesus, Agent Reynolds, you scared me.” Helen’s heart slowed down. She blew a puff of air to get her brown hair out of her face.
“Quiet.” Ed Reynolds dropped Helen’s wrist and put a finger to his lips. “Something’s happened and I’m guessing you don’t have the foggiest.”
Helen shook her head slowly, her shoulders rising with tension.
“Right. Okay, time to call this in.” Ed stepped over to the phone and lifted the receiver. He held it to his ear, but his finger never dialed the number for headquarters. There was no dial tone.
“What is it?” Helen watched him, hugging her slim frame tight.
“It’s probably worse than we thought.” Ed opened the bureau drawer and pulled out a pen, paper, and an envelope. He scribbled a note, folded it, and stuffed it in the envelope. He wrote an address on the envelope, sealed it, and stuffed it in his suit pocket. “Where’s your auto?”
“I left it at the library. It had a flat.” Helen let him grab her elbow and move her out of the hotel room. “I walked back here.”
“My tires were flat too.” Ed walked briskly, head on a swivel, looking for any threats. “We need to find a phone that works. Then we need to get out of this town.”
“Okay.” They descended the exterior stairs and walked quickly out through the small parking lot.
“But first we need to find a mailbox,” Ed said.
“There’s one two blocks to the right.” Helen had been the group’s secretary, and as such, she knew where the most convenient mailboxes were located.
“Take me there.” Ed’s face was tight and withdrawn. They left the parking lot and turned right. Find the mailbox, find a phone, and then find a car. With any luck, they’d do all three.
~~
“This won’t do, Linda, I don’t like this one bit.” William walked out of the bedroom he shared with his wife and almost ran into his tall son.
“It’ll only be for a little while.” Linda called after him. “Have a little heart.”
“What’s wrong, Dad?” David put a hand on his father’s shoulder.
“Apparently, we’re now running a boarding house for young women.” William passed his son in the hall and grumbled his way down the stairs.
“Mom?” David walked into his parent’s bedroom. He found his mom in a lovely pink dress, sitting on the edge of the bed with her head in her hands. “What’s Dad talking about?”
“I didn’t plan any of this.” Linda looked up at her handsome son with wet eyes. “I hate to see your father upset, but it couldn’t be helped.” She took a deep breath and put her hands on her knees. “We have another woman staying in your brother’s room. At least for a little while. Ms. Wendy Gonzalez.”
“You’re the best, Mom.” David walked over to her, bent down, and kissed her on the cheek. “Is she a doll?” He kissed her again, a little closer to the lips.
“I didn’t bring her here for you.” Linda couldn’t help but turn her head slightly so that the third kiss landed on her lips. “But yes …” She bent her chin upward and nibbled on his upper lip. This was dangerous with the door open and William very much not having one of his spells, but she just couldn’t resist her sweet son. They made out like that for a minute and then she leaned back and took a deep breath. “… Wendy is quite beautiful, I think.” Was she bringing these women home for David, or was it just happening? Linda wasn’t sure.
“Well, can I meet her?” David gave his mom’s left boob a squeeze and straightened back up. He looked over his shoulder, suddenly worried his Dad might be standing in the doorway with a horrified expression on his face. But there was no one there.
“A little later, Davey.” Linda stood, gave David’s butt a little smack, and walked past him. “Olivia and Wendy wanted to make some calls home but the phone wasn’t working. So, instead they’re …” She looked back at him. “… busy in your brother’s room. Let’s give them and your father some space. Want to take a walk with me?”
“It’s dark outside.” David looked out the window.
“Come on, sweetheart.” Linda smiled at David, the worry leaving her face. “We can hold hands under the starry sky.”
“I don’t know.” David thought about how chilly it was out there.
“I might let you hold more than my hand.” Linda left the room and headed downstairs.
“Okay.” David quickly followed her.
~~
Patrick slept and dreamed about living his life on the bed of a lake. He was underwater, but never drowning, stuck in the mud after falling and falling through the night sky.
“What?” Patrick shot up in bed, roused out of the dream by a hand on his shoulder. Cold sweat oozed out his pores and his chest rose and fell as he tried to catch his breath. A blurry shadow stood over him.
“Here are your glasses, sugar.” Susy handed her son his glasses and sat at the foot of his bed. She wore a long, dark-blue nightgown. “It smells … good in here.” She folded her hands on her lap.
“What time is it?” Patrick let the nightmare recede from his mind. He was suddenly aware that he was sweating in his mother’s presence. That wasn’t good. Not one bit.
“It’s two o’clock in the morning, Pat.” Susy rubbed her legs together. Her vagina leaked in her panties. It had been several days since her and Fred had done it. Maybe she’d wake up her husband when she got back to their bedroom and make love. She was surprisingly in the mood. “I …” Susy tried to maintain her focus. “I wanted to talk to you about the tutor when your father and sister weren’t around. This seemed the best time.”
“Let’s talk about it tomorrow, Mom.” Patrick thumped his head back down on the pillow. He tried not to look at his mom’s rolling curves that were accentuated by the soft moonlight falling through his window. He flipped the blanket over his head.
“No, sugar. We need to talk.” Susy inched her butt a little further up the bed, closer to her son. “I understand that a teenage boy has needs, but that tutor isn’t right for you.” She was talking to a lumpy blanket as Patrick hid from her. “You need a girl your own age.”
“I love her, Mom.” Patrick’s voice was muffled by the bedding. Thinking about Donna, and knowing that Susy was breathing in his sweaty odor, caused Patrick’s dick to inflate.
“Holy Moses.” Susy could see the outline of her son’s giant penis through the blanket as it got bigger and bigger. She knew she needed to redirect his energy from that other women. “You know, Pat. I saw you two together. Is it her body you like? There are girls your own age with big boobs. I know some of their mothers. I could set you up on a date with one of those girls.”
“Go away.” Patrick closed his eyes and wished for this to all be over. “I love her.”
“Enough is enough.” Susy pulled the blanket off Patrick and threw it to the floor. Her brown eyes zeroed in on the tent in his pajama bottoms. “I’ll do it myself if I have to.” She pulled down his bottoms. The air left her lungs when his erect penis sprung out. She got over her initial amazement and took a breath back in. “How did that woman ever fit your gadget inside her?” Susy leaned sideways and wrapped her fingers around the veiny shaft. She stroked up and down, her wedding ring glinting in the pale moonlight. “A mother sometimes has to do messy things for her children.”
“No, Mom. The meteor … Donna’s not a tutor … investigator … aaaahhhhh … oh, Mom … the sweat …” Patrick stared at Susy. Her hands were magic on his dick. Her boobs bounced and shook under her nightgown as she worked him. Her face was screwed up into an expression of pure determination.
“Will you break it off with that hussy?” Susy’s eyes never left Patrick’s penis. It was the organ of a man much, much bigger than her son. How strange this all was.
“No.” He thought he should be offering more resistance. He didn’t want to tell Donna about this. But then again, Patrick remembered how the investigator had asked him about his mom. Maybe she’d actually like hearing about this. Maybe he should just let it happen.
“Well then, I have no choice.” Never letting go of her son’s penis, Susy crawled between his legs and sat on her knees. “You made me do this, Pat.” She leaned forward and put the penis head into her mouth. She was quite accomplished at going-down-south on Fred. She’d had years and years of practice, after all. But this was awkward and different. Patrick was so big that it was almost like he was a different species all together. She popped it out of her mouth and looked up into his eyes. “I’ll keep doing this for you if you promise you’ll find a girl your own age.” Her hands kept stroking up and down his mighty length while she talked.
“I won’t stop seeing Donna.” Patrick could see the tenacity in her eyes. He knew his mom and he knew she was tough to stop when she wanted something.
“Fine.” Susy looked down at the penis and saw precum dripping down. She bent her head and licked it up. Her eyes fluttered and a shiver ran down her spine. What was that? She was not expecting him to taste that good. “I’ll do this for you every night until you find a girl your own age. I understand you have needs, Pat.”
Patrick shook his head.
“There are not many mothers that would make that offer, buster. You should be grateful.” Susy lowered her mouth back down and sucked in his penis. She bobbed her head with enthusiasm, her brown hair falling down around her face.
From what Patrick had pieced together, he thought there actually might be lots of mothers making similar offers all over Portsmith. But he kept that to himself and instead grunted as his mom struggled to bring him off.
Susy really put her mind to it and after five minutes her motions became more fluid. She found if she relaxed her jaw and moved her head to the left on the downstroke and to the right on the upstroke she could keep up a good rhythm. She felt his thighs start to tremble. It wouldn’t be long now.
The most intoxicating scent filled Patrick’s nostrils. He knew she was sweating from the effort. Now they were both sweating all over each other. Patrick wasn’t sure this night would end with only a blowjob. “Mom … I …” He gripped the sheets in either hand.
“Mmmmmmmmppphhhhh.” Susy encouraged him. If she gave him this experience, there’s no way he’d go back to that tutor. Suddenly her eyes widened. She never swallowed for Fred and she wasn’t about to start with her son. She pulled her mouth off him and pumped him with both hands. It was amazing. While her husband’s penis only had room for one hand, Patrick’s monster had room for three hands, maybe even four. “Just go ahead and finish, sugar.”
A geyser of sperm flew up in the air and fell back down on Patrick, the bed, and Susy’s bare arms and hands. As soon as it touched her skin, she gave out a shriek and her vagina gushed through her panties and into the sheets. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she slumped forward, which put her in the path of more jets of sperm. Patrick’s cum fell on her hair and over the right side of her face.
Minutes later, she still lay with her head on Patrick’s hip. The aroma that surrounded her was dark, pungent, and spoke to her about the creation of life. The sperm on her lips tasted so good. She licked it off and then she opened her eyes and saw the cum all over his fat testicles. Soon, she was licking up all his secretions.
“Oh, Mom.” Patrick looked down at her devouring his cum. She looked like a cat trying to lap up every bit of spilt milk.
When she licked the last bit of stray cum off his belly, she sat back up between his legs and looked down at him. “You’re still hard.” She ran a finger up his veiny shaft. “There’s nothing normal about this, is there?”
“Mom, you should go before we …” Patrick looked at his mother with half her face covered in his cum and it was breathtaking. “We’ve got thin walls. You don’t want to wake Sally or Dad.”
“Yes.” Susy nodded very slowly. Half of her wanted to mount her son and push that hussy completely from his mind, the other half knew she needed to flee. “We’ll discuss the tutor again later.”
“Okay, okay.” Patrick still gripped the sheet with both hands, using all of his strength not to jump up and slam his dick between Susy’s legs. “Just go,” he said between gritted teeth.
“I … I need a shower.” Susy crawled to the edge of the bed and stood on the floor. “Goodnight, Pat.” In a bit of daze, she wandered out his room and toward the shared bathroom down the hall to her right. She didn’t notice her husband standing to her left in their master bedroom door at the other end of the hall.
A little earlier, Fred had heard something that had woken him from a bad dream. The Lannits did have thin walls. His wife wasn’t next to him, so he got up and made it as far as his door when Susy’s pheromones swept over him. After that, he stood in the dark and murmured, “Just a bad dream, just a bad dream,” over and over.
Ten minutes later, a freshly showered Susy found Fred on her way back to her room and gently brought him back to bed. When he awoke in the morning he wondered about his bad dream. It had almost been like listening to wife gargle on another man’s cock.
Sally had also been woken in the middle of the night. Her room was right next to her brother’s. Through the wall, she had heard almost everything. Her mind had gone through shock, disgust, awe, and astonishment. But she finally settled on lust. She was listening to her own mother blowing her runty little brother in the next room. She lowered her hand into her pajama bottoms and stuck two fingers inside herself right around when the slurping noises started. She brought herself to several orgasms. Eventually, she fell asleep listening to her brother grunt and masturbate himself after Susy had left his room.
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“This is Pastor Neilson’s house.” David followed his mother over the pastor’s lawn, letting her pull his hand. Their walk had led them there.
“Yes.” Linda gripped David’s hand tightly. His fingers were so warm in hers. They both wore thick jackets, but the cold air caressed Linda’s legs under her dress. She wished she’d dressed more appropriately, but this was a spur of the moment kind of thing. “I want to show you something.”
They knew this place, after all they’d been in the pastor’s backyard over the summer for a church barbeque. It was mostly lawn with a picnic table and benches to one side, surrounded by dense trees. Warm light angled its way out of the back windows and cast rectangles on the grass. Linda led David to the table. They sat down on the table with their feet on the bench, facing the house. In this position, they sat totally in shadow.
Linda reached into her purse and handed David a pair of binoculars. “I brought these for you. What do you see?” Linda snuggled up next to David and leaned her blonde hair against his upper arm.
David took the binoculars, adjusted the focus, and looked at the most obvious thing. “Pastor Neilson’s working on something in his study.” He eyed the main floor windows where all the lights were on, but only saw the pastor. “Probably writing his next boring sermon.”
“Shame on you, Davey. His sermons are never boring. It’s the Lord’s word.” Linda playfully banged her forehead on his arm. “Look upstairs.”
David’s eyes wandered up a level. The lights were all out up there, so it took a moment for his eyes to adjust. A couple rooms were decorated with rainbows and flying saucers and were probably where the pastor’s children slept. The next window looked into an empty room with a large, well-made bed. The pastor’s bedroom. He scanned the next room and David’s breath caught in his throat.
“You see them?” Linda looked up at him as he furrowed his brow and processed what he was seeing.
“That’s Mrs. Neilson with another woman in her lap.” David didn’t know what he was expecting, but this wasn’t it. The pastor’s wife was topless and her creamy skin made her easy to see in the dim light once his eyes knew what to look for. “The small woman is sucking on Mrs. Neilson’s boob. I don’t understand.” Indeed, the other woman was still clothed and had both her hands gripping the large white breast in her mouth. He could see through the binoculars clearly enough to notice the woman’s fingers rhythmically kneading the soft flesh.
“I’ve been feeding Olivia. Now Olivia’s feeding our new guest Wendy. As you can see, Molly’s also doing it with the scientist lady. I don’t remember the scientist’s name.” Linda moved her left hand from the warmth of her pockets and rubbed at David’s penis through his pants. He was already hard.
“Why are you showing me this?” David felt her unbutton his pants and pull out his dick. The air was cold on his sensitive skin.
“You and me. That other mother you saw with her son. And now this. It’s all related, Davey.” She stroked his magnificent penis with her left hand. “And this is the pastor’s wife, so it’s all God’s will. I thought you’d like to know that.” Linda bent sideways, lowered her mouth to her son’s cock, and began bobbing her head.
“Does Pastor Neilson know?” David held the binoculars up to his eyes with his left hand and put his right hand on the back of her head to help guide her rhythm. Mrs. Neilson seemed to have her hand between the other woman’s legs. David could guess what that was about.
“Nnnnmmmmm,” Linda said.
“Yeah, it’d be hard to tell the pastor something like that.” David didn’t think this was God’s plan at all. But whomever had the plan, David was thankful. He looked back down to the pastor’s window and watched him scribble notes onto a pad of paper. Whatever was happening, it was spreading fast, and so many men in town seemed oblivious. Heck, David’s own father had no idea what was happening under his own roof. “Scientist, you said?”
“Yyyymmmmmmppphhhh,” Linda said as she bobbed on David’s long cock.
David was going to have to tell Patrick all about this.
*I’ve written this story through chapter 19. The novel is complete.* *All chapters are available on my website. You can find the link in my Reddit profile if you’re interested. If you prefer to wait, I’ll post about a chapter a month here. All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!*
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